And again....
He pulls back.
The sound that leaves isn’t graceful. It’s raw, frustrated and.... Almost broken.
"Why?" My eyes stinging suddenly. "Why are you doing this?"
He brushes his thumb lightly across my thigh, maddeningly gentle.
"Because you need to rember," he says quietly.
"Rember what?" My voice shakes. "That you can control ?"
My chest heaves. My body is still buzzing from the denied release, my nerves hypersensitive, skin almost aching from all the abrupt stops.
He waits.
Just long enough for to calm again.
And then he begins a fourth ti.
By now, my body is exhausted but wired. Every touch feels super sensitive, Every brush of his hand sets off sparks that border on painful.
I’m too sensitive.
My muscles tighten faster than before, the build yp is quicker, more intense and less forgiving. Tears spill from the corners of my eyes without aning them to.
"Zane, please," I choke out.
He doesn’t stop, his fingers relentlessly fuck my pussy.
My entire body strains against the restraints. The coil inside tightens until it feels like it might snap. My breathing turning into broken sobs between gasps.
"I can’t... I can’t.... Please"
And just when I’m dangling over tje edge of my orgasm.
He stops again.
This ti the drop doesn’t just frustrate it hurts. The denied release leaves a dull ache in its place. My body trembles violently, oversensitized and empty all at once. Tears streak freely down my temples into my hair.
"Please," I sob, the word torn from . "Please stop."
He stills.
The room is filled with the sound of my uneven breathing.
I’ve never felt this undone befor, not just physically but emotionally too.
It’s too much. The need, the helplessness.
"Is it because I left the house yesterday? I won’t leave again," I say through tears. The words spill out desperate. "I won’t walk out without telling you. I swear. I won’t."
My chest rises and falls fast. My wrists ache from pulling constantly and my thighs are trembling so badly I can’t steady them
"I won’t do it again," I whisper. "Just... please. Please don’t do that again."
There’s a long pause and k don’t dare look at him.
I feel small and exposed in a way that has nothing to do with my body.
Finally, his hand moves and wraps around one of my wrists.
Soon after I hear a soft click and th cuff loosens.
Air rushes back into my lungs like I’ve been underwater.
He frees my other hand next. The mont I’m released, I curl onto my side instinctively, arms wrapping around myself, my body is still shaking.
The mattress shifts as he moves, his hand slides into my hair, gentle this ti.
"Look at ," he says quietly.
I hesitate a while befor I do.
"You’re not being punished because I enjoy it," he says. "You’re being punished because you needed to learn the hard way."
My throat tightens, tears spilling from my eyes."
He brushes his thumb under my eye, catching a tear then his arms co around , like that’s supposed to fix what just happened, like that’s supposed to soften what he just did.
That’s the mont sothing in snaps.
I shove him hard.
He doesn’t expect it and I know he doesn’t because his body rocks back slightly before he catches himself. I scramble away from him, dragging the sheet with because I need a barrier, sothing between us.
"Don’t," I say, my voice shaking. "Don’t fucking touch ."
He freezes.
"Elaine...."
"No. Dont " I push to my feet fast. My legs wobble abit, but I don’t let myself fall.
My skin is still buzzing, still overly sensitive , but now it’s layered with humiliation and with anger.
"You don’t get to wrap that up like it was so noble lesson," I say, swiping angrily at the tears still clinging to my lashes. "You don’t get to act like that was about protection."
His jaw tightens. "It was."
"It was control." My voice cracks, but I don’t care. "It was you proving that you could."
Uncomfortable silence stretches between us.
"No matter what I did," I continue, my chest heaving, "no matter how stupid you think it was for to leave....using sex to punish is toxic. Do you even hear yourself?"
His eyes darken slightly at that word.
"Toxic?" he repeats, low.
"Yes." I let the word sit there. "You tied down and denied orgasm four fucking tis until I was practically begging.."
His face hardens, but I don’t stop.
"I was scared yesterday," I say, my voice trembling harder now. "I almost died. And instead of talking to like a human being, you decided to break down until I promised to behave."
He steps toward and I step back imdiately.
"I said don’t touch !."
Sothing flickers across his face.....frustration, maybe?. But he doesn’t reach for again.
"You think I enjoyed hearing you cry?" he asks quietly.
"Then why did you fucking do it?!!."
I don’t wait for him to answer.
I turn and walk straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind hard enough that the mirror rattles.
My hands are shaking but I try to put the second lock in plac the mont the second the lock clicks into place, my composure crumbles.
I grip the edge of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror.
My hair is a ss, my lips are swollen, a my eyes are are red and glassy.
I look wrecked and just physically, emotionally too..
The tears co harder now, hot and humiliating. I turn the faucet on just to drown out the sound of myself crying, water rushes into the sink, ioudly.
I brace my hands on either side of it and let myself break. It isn’t just about what happened, it’s about the realization that he knew exactly how to dismantle . Thag he understood my body well enough to push it to the brink over and over again.
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