He edged her for what felt like hours.
The room was filled with sounds—her ragged breathing, his grunts of effort, the wet slap of his c**k driving into her over and over. The blindfold kept her in darkness, heightening every sensation until she thought she might actually lose her mind. Without sight, every touch felt magnified. Every thrust felt deeper. Every denial felt more devastating.
She lost track of time. Lost track of everything except him.
Four times he brought her to the brink.
The first time, she felt the orgasm building like a wave. The pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core with every thrust. Her muscles tightened. Her back started to arch. Her toes curled into the silk sheets. She was right there, right at the edge, about to shatter into a million pieces—
“Not
