Madelyn
âPleaseâĶâ I begged.
My voice came out softer than I intended, like the air had been stolen from my lungs. My wrists ached where the ribbon held them, but I barely felt it anymore. The only thing I could feel was his breath, his warmth, the way his body hovered so close it almost hurt.
He didnât say anything at first. He steady gaze studying the way I trembled beneath him. I hated that look, the one that made me feel completely exposed, like he could see every thought I tried to hide.
âs**t! Just put it in, please,â I said again, a little louder this time. My chest rose and fell faster. He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to smile but wouldnât allow it.
âLooks like my wife is impatient.â His voice dropped, teasing, but his tone still carried tha
