Kyla
Torture. Torture is what the last half an hour has been. I swear, once I am untied, I am going to kill Carlos. He has been edging me. Three times, I nearly came, but he stopped before I could. Now, he is standing at the bottom of the bed with a smug look on his face. He is loving every second of it.
“I hate you.” I hiss.
He smirks and shakes his head, “No, you don’t. You may not want to admit it, but you are loving every second of it.”
“f**k you.” I huff.
He crawls up the bed and leans over me, laughing, “You wish, baby girl.”
“Carlos, please. I need to come. I can’t take much more. I think you have tortured me enough. I am sorry I ignored you last night. I promise I won’t do it again.”
I sound desperate! But in this moment, it is how I feel. I am desperate for a release
