Ophelia's Pov
He pinched me through the fabric, and my legs trembled. His thumb moved back and forth, faster and faster, and the first desperate moan escaped my treacherous lips.
I felt I was going to c*m—that feeling of rising and then falling had my shameful head rolling, my legs unstable, and if not for the ropes holding me up, I swear I was going to fall. "Ahh," his finger rubbed faster, and I was getting there. "Yes..." Just before I could feel that taste of heaven, he f*****g pulled away.
I hissed in pure frustration, my legs in the stilettos trembling slightly, like if I don't find that relief, I would crumble real soon. “Cal,"
“That should be a safe word, but I won't be stopping now; it's way too early, baby." I wasn't asking you to stop, dumbass; f**k, I want you to continue
