Chapter 7 Tempting Me
Tempting Me
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I watch, entranced, as Emily’s face flushes, her bare chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She’s pleasuring herself— because of me.
My gift has gone down a treat, and smug satisfaction coils in my chest like smoke. This more than makes up for Monday’s lapse in judgment.
She gasps, her hips shifting under the covers. I grit my teeth. I want them gone. I want to see every slick detail of what she’s doing.
My cock is already in my hand, painfully hard from the moment I realised what she intended.
My angel is tempting me. Teasing me.
She knows I watch.
I know she does.
This is a performance—for me.
And what a show it is.
Those dark nipples beg to be tugged, to feel the scrape of my teeth until she writhes beneath me. I imagine her shuddering when I bite down, her legs clenching around me.
A strangled cry slips from her lips, raw and perfect through the speakers. The sound shoots straight through me.
God, I want to be there. Want to show her how much more I could give her—how deep her pleasure could run with me guiding it.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m the only one who’ll ever love her like this.
Completely.
Obsessively.
Forever.
She moans something, low and broken. I turn up the volume, leaning in.
“Eli.”
My release hits like a punch to the gut. I spill across my hand, across the floor—watching her tremble with my name on her lips as she comes undone.
Fuck.
I’ve never heard anything more beautiful.
Our next session is Tuesday, since I added another to our schedule.
It can’t come soon enough.
Apparently, neither can she.