Chapter 8
KNOX
I’ve been thinking about this all day—hell, all week. Every time I look at Rosie, I want to touch her, feel her, watch her unravel under my hands. But tonight? Tonight’s different. This isn’t just about making her come. It’s about pushing her, teasing her, showing her that trust is as much about surrender as it is about pleasure. She’s starting to trust me, but there’s more I want her to experience.
I pull the list of sessions out of my pocket and scan over it again, even though I’ve practically memorized it by now. Sensory play was just the beginning. Tonight, I’m introducing her to something more—edging. I’m going to take her right to the edge and keep her there until she’s begging for it. And God, I want to hear her beg. Not because she’s weak, but because she’s strong enough to give me control.
I make sure everything is set up just right. Candles lit, the room warm and inviting, but with just enough shadows to keep things intimate. By the time she gets here, I want her to feel like she’s stepping into another world—one where she can let go completely.
When the doorbell rings, my pulse kicks up. She’s here. And tonight, I’m going to make sure she never forgets it.
* * *
ROSIE
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s not like we haven’t done this before—hell, Knox made me come so hard the last time, I thought my soul left my body. But there’s something about the way he looks at me, how every interaction feels like we’re inching closer to something bigger than just sex. He texted me earlier, saying he wanted to take things up a notch tonight. The idea sent a thrill through me, but now, standing in front of my mirror, adjusting the straps of my bra, my heart is racing.
What’s he planning? I asked him, but all he said was trust me. And the way his voice sounded when he said it, all deep and commanding, made it impossible to do anything but agree. That man could tell me to jump off a cliff, and I’d probably ask how high. It’s ridiculous how much power he has over me already. But it’s not just the sex—it’s the way he’s patient with me, the way he watches me like I’m the only thing that matters when we’re together. That’s what has me slipping on my best lace set tonight, my fingers trembling with anticipation.
When I pull up to his place, I take a deep breath. Tonight’s different. I can feel it. And as much as I want to keep this casual, just something physical between us, I know it’s not anymore. Not for me, at least. The second I knock on his door, I’m done for.
* * *
I knew Knox was intense, but tonight? It feels different. It’s like the air between us has shifted, and everything is sharper, heavier. I can feel it in the way he’s watching me, his green eyes burning as he stands there, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. I’m already on edge, my body reacting to him before he even touches me.
“Come here,” he says, his voice low and commanding, that growl of authority that makes my heart race.
I swallow, my feet moving before I can think, drawn to him like he’s pulling me with some invisible string. When I reach him, he takes my hand and pulls me into the bedroom. Everything about this moment feels charged, like I’m standing on the edge of something, and I don’t know if I’m ready to fall.
“Tonight’s different,” Knox says, his hands sliding up my arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “We’re gonna play with control. I’m going to take you right to the edge, but I’m not going to let you come until I say so.”
My breath catches in my throat. The idea of being denied is both thrilling and terrifying. “You’re not playing fair,” I whisper, but there’s a teasing edge to my voice.
He smirks, his lips brushing mine, just enough to tease. “Baby, I never said I’d play fair.”
I bite my lip, trying to suppress the shiver that runs through me as his hands move to the hem of my dress. Slowly, he lifts it over my head, letting it pool on the floor, leaving me standing in just my lace bra and panties. His eyes darken as they roam over my body, and the intensity of his gaze makes me feel like I’m the only thing in the world he can see.
“You’re beautiful, Rosie,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing over my hips, tracing the curve of my waist, up to my tits. “And tonight, I’m going to make sure you feel every inch of it.”
His words send a flood of heat through me, and I’m already wet, already aching for him. But I know Knox—he’s not going to give me what I want that easily. No, he’s going to tease me, push me to the brink, and make me beg for it.
“Lie down,” he orders, his voice soft but firm.
I obey, my heart racing as I settle back on the bed. He climbs onto the mattress, his strong, veiny forearms bracing on either side of me, his tattoos standing out against his skin. I can smell his cologne—clean, woodsy, intoxicating—and the scent alone makes my body react.
He leans down, his lips hovering just above mine, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath, but he doesn’t kiss me. “You ready?” he asks, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
“Yeah,” I breathe, already feeling the tension coiling low in my belly.
Knox lowers his mouth to my neck, his lips brushing my skin as his hands move down to my hips, his touch slow and deliberate. He kisses his way down, over my tits, his teeth grazing my nipple through the lace, sending a jolt of pleasure straight between my legs.
“Fuck, Knox,” I moan, my body arching into his touch.
But he doesn’t stop. His mouth moves lower, kissing down my stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down and tossing them to the side. He spreads my legs wide, his hands gripping my thighs as he settles between them.
I can feel his breath on my pussy, so close, and I’m already throbbing, already desperate for him. But he’s in no rush. His fingers trail up my inner thigh, brushing against my slick folds, teasing, but not giving me the pressure I need.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. “But you’re gonna wait, sweetheart.”
I let out a frustrated whimper as his fingers circle my clit, just barely grazing it, not enough to push me over the edge but enough to make me want to scream. “Knox, please—”
“Not yet,” he growls, his thumb pressing down on my clit just enough to make my hips buck, but then he pulls back, leaving me panting, desperate for more.
He continues his slow torture, bringing me right to the edge, then pulling back, over and over until I’m a trembling mess under him, my body aching for release. Every time I get close, he stops, chuckling softly as I whimper and beg for more.
“Knox, please,” I moan, my hands fisting the sheets as I rock my hips, trying to get him to give me what I need. “I can’t—fuck—I need to come.”
“You’re not coming until I say so,” he says, his voice dark and possessive. “I want to hear you beg for it, Rosie. Tell me how bad you need it.”
I’m not used to begging, but right now, I’d do anything for him to make me come. “Please, Knox,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I need it so bad. Please.”
He groans, and I can feel the tension in him too, the control he’s holding onto by a thread. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and finally—finally—he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right, his thumb rubbing my clit with the perfect pressure.
The release hits me like a tidal wave, crashing over me in waves of pleasure so intense I can’t even scream. My body trembles, my thighs clenching around his head as I come harder than I ever have in my life, and it feels like I’m floating.
When I finally come down from the high, I’m panting, my body limp and spent. Knox is hovering over me, his green eyes dark with lust, and I can see that he’s barely holding on to his own control.
“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “But we’re not done yet.”
Before I can catch my breath, he’s pulling off his shirt, revealing those broad shoulders and tattoos that make me want to touch every inch of him. He’s on me in seconds, his cock hard and ready as he presses into me, and I gasp as he fills me completely, his lips capturing mine in a deep, bruising kiss.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls against my mouth, his hips moving slowly at first, teasing me, but it’s not long before he’s thrusting harder, faster, and I’m lost in him all over again.