“let me show you what she’ll never fucking have.”

you circled him slowly, eyes drinking in every inch of him. the way his chest rose and fell with every ragged breath. the sweat already beading on his collarbones, slick and glistening. and the tension in his thighs, fighting the urge to grind against empty air.

pathetic.

“look at you,” you murmured, stepping behind the chair, your nails dragging a single, teasing line down his shoulder. “not even five minutes in and you’re already hard. such a slut for control, aren’t you?”

his body shivered under your touch.

“answer me,” you demanded.