I didn’t even have to touch her.
Just one step closer and she backed into the wall, breath catching the second she realized I wasn’t giving her space this time.
My hand came up slowly, not touching—just pinning the air beside her head, close enough that she could feel the heat of it.
Her eyes lifted to mine, wide, waiting.
“You keep pushing me,” I said quietly, my voice low, controlled. “Is this what you wanted?”
She swallowed, boobs rising against mine.
“I… I don’t know,” she whispered.
I leaned in until my nose almost touched her cheek.
“Yes you do.”
My hand squeezed her waist—not gentle, not hesitant—just enough pressure to make her breath shudder. I held her there, letting her feel exactly how much control I wasn’t giving up.
“Look at me,” I said.
She did—slowly, obediently.
The moment snapped tight between us.
Her pulse raced under my hand as I slid higher, not touching anything forbidden, but gripping just firmly enough to show I knew exactly how fragile the space between restraint and surrender was.
“You like this,” I murmured against her skin. “You like being held right where I want you.”
She exhaled shakily, her body arching just a fraction closer without even realizing it.
“Say it,” I commanded softly.
Her voice broke.
“…I like it.”
A dark smile touched my lips as I leaned in, letting my breath drag across her neck.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Just one step closer and she backed into the wall, breath catching the second she realized I wasn’t giving her space this time.
My hand came up slowly, not touching—just pinning the air beside her head, close enough that she could feel the heat of it.
Her eyes lifted to mine, wide, waiting.
“You keep pushing me,” I said quietly, my voice low, controlled. “Is this what you wanted?”
She swallowed, boobs rising against mine.
“I… I don’t know,” she whispered.
I leaned in until my nose almost touched her cheek.
“Yes you do.”
My hand squeezed her waist—not gentle, not hesitant—just enough pressure to make her breath shudder. I held her there, letting her feel exactly how much control I wasn’t giving up.
“Look at me,” I said.
She did—slowly, obediently.
The moment snapped tight between us.
Her pulse raced under my hand as I slid higher, not touching anything forbidden, but gripping just firmly enough to show I knew exactly how fragile the space between restraint and surrender was.
“You like this,” I murmured against her skin. “You like being held right where I want you.”
She exhaled shakily, her body arching just a fraction closer without even realizing it.
“Say it,” I commanded softly.
Her voice broke.
“…I like it.”
A dark smile touched my lips as I leaned in, letting my breath drag across her neck.
“Good,” I whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”