Mia's bound hands rested uselessly against her chest, her breath quick and shallow. The blindfold stole her sight, but not the awareness of every nerve straining under his presence.
Yohan let his fingers wander from her wrists downward, the lightest touch gliding over the swell of her breast. She gasped softly, her body arching against the door despite herself.
His fingertip circled slowly, deliberately around her breast, avoiding the center. Mia's breath caught, her chest rising helplessly into his hand. 'Why does it feel so sharp… so unbearable?'
Then, without warning, his finger brushed across her areola, the delicate skin tightening instantly under his teasing. She whimpered, her lips parting in a shaky moan she hadn't meant to release.
Yohan chuckled low, his tone dripping with amusement. "No need to hide it, I know you are enjoying every bit of this."
Her cheeks flamed red beneath the blindfold. 'He's right… I can't control it. I can't stop it…'
