Alina's POV
"Shit." I could barely get the word out, the strap on my chest clenched hard instantly from that movement. Sandwiching my girls, causing a force spill at the top.
"Stay still,” he commanded, eyes meeting mine. My boobs next, the new strap, my body and then back to my waist. The strap there. "Don't. Move."
O-okay?
But you're not the one tied up on a really soft chair that's squeezing your ass, waist, boobs and sending all sorts of signals through to your brains. If anything I felt more aware than before of my entire body. Literally everything. His gaze, closeness, the warmth from his fingers when he slightly pressed at my belly and the strap there.
What he was doing, I had no idea. I just knew he was close. Too close for comfort and mental well-being.
“Look, can you-
“Do
