“Every inch is earned. You keep your movements micro: a slight rock, a whispered ‘good girl.’ When she moans, you add the vibrator to her clit, turning discomfort into a slow burn of pleasure.”
“Ready?” she asked, her voice barely above a breath, a playful challenge threaded through the words.
When she finally reached her climax, the sound that escaped her was a low, guttural moan that seemed to reverberate through the room. Her body shuddered, a wave of pleasure washing over her, and for a fleeting moment, she was weightless, suspended in a haze of ecstasy.