I'm blindfolded, tied up, and completely at his mercy, but even in the helplessness, I feel a strange sense of euphoria. Every sensation is magnified—the way his fingers glide over my skin, the warmth of his body so close to mine, the intoxicating scent of him. It's all I can focus on, the need for him, the craving that burns hotter with every second.
"You really enjoy this, don't you?" Noelle's voice breaks through the haze of my thoughts, soft but laced with amusement. I can feel the smirk in his tone, that knowing, playful edge that drives me wild.
"Maybe," I mutter, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it's a weak attempt. I'm unraveling at the seams, and we both know it.
Noelle leans in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers, "I know you do."
