The Ribbon Test (Part 3)

I can barely think. My body is hot, restless, aching. The weight of him above me, the deliberate way his fingers tease and skim over my skin, has my breath hitching with every touch.

He watches me closely, like he’s studying every reaction, every twitch of my body. I try to keep still—to deny him the satisfaction of knowing how much I need this—but the way his fingers graze my inner thigh, just shy of where I really want him, has me squirming before I can stop myself.

A dark chuckle rumbles in his throat. “There it is,” he murmurs. “The moment you stop pretending.”

I glare up at him, but it’s useless. He can see right through me.

Slowly, his fingers trail higher. My breath stutters, anticipation tightening in my chest. My bound hands flex behind me as I resist the urge to beg, to push closer, to demand more.

He leans in, his lips ghosting over my ear. “I should make you beg for it.”

I shudder, my fingers curling into fists. I won’t.

He smiles against my skin. “But you’ve already broken the rules, haven’t you?”

I tense. Fuck.

He knows.

His fingers press, just enough to send a sharp wave of pleasure through me, and my back arches off the floor. A gasp slips from my lips before I can stop it.

“Mmm,” he hums. “You like that?”

I shake my head, but we both know it’s a lie.

He keeps me there, right there, balancing on the edge, giving me just enough to make my breath shatter. My body tightens, the pleasure building—almost too much. I can feel it, the warmth coiling deep, so close, so—

And then—

He stops.

My eyes snap open. “Wait—”

He pulls back, sitting up like he hasn’t just wrecked me in the span of seconds.

“That’s enough.” His voice is firm. Final.

My body screams in protest. I jerk against the restraints, my legs shifting restlessly. “No—no, you can’t just—”

He tilts his head, amused. “Can’t I?”

Frustration burns through me, mixing with the raw, needy ache he left behind. “That’s cruel.”

He smirks. “Is it?”

I nod furiously.

His gaze darkens, and I know—I know—I’ve just stepped into dangerous territory.

“You were the one breaking the rules,” he reminds me, reaching down to trace his fingers over the ribbon securing my wrists. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t punish you for it?”

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

He leans in close again, lips just inches from mine. “You don’t get to cum just because you want to, Baby Girl.” His fingers tighten in my hair, tilting my head back. “You cum when I say you can.”

I bite my lip, my breath unsteady.

“And since you can’t seem to follow directions…” He pulls back, settling beside me, arms crossed like he isn’t leaving me trembling and unsatisfied. “You’ll just have to wait.”

My eyes widen. “Wait?”

His smirk deepens.

“Mmm.” He stretches out, looking far too pleased with himself. “Let’s see how long you last before you start begging.”