54.

BRYNN.

The words echo around me, and I watch Felix with an open mouth. I close it to swallow and he’s still leaning against his ropes, his dark eyes not leaving me as he waits for me to move. To heed his words. I must have totally lost touch with reality or maybe it’s just how hard my pussy is throbbing from that look in his eyes, one that promises me how hard he’s going to take me—whichever it is, I remove my hand from my panties and slowly sink to the floor.

I’ve never crawled before anyone. And I didn’t think Felix of all people would be the one to make me. A few weeks back, I’d have told him to fuck off. No. No, actually. I’d have hit him twice across his face until the skin turned red for even daring to utter such words to me. And not even as a request, but with his voice dripping with command. But this isn’t weeks ago. This is now. It’s the moment where every word, every glance, every kiss, and every touch from him burns my skin and makes my pussy pulse hard. No one else has ever