Chapter 48 Fouty Eight

• I pulled her away, her lips letting go of my dick with a soft gasp, her chest heaving. She remained still, blindfolded, waiting for my next command, her breath shaky, her skin flushed. I crouched down, my fingers trailing along her cheek.
• “You can do better, Olivia,” I whispered, my tone both a promise and a challenge. “I want you to take all of me. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
• Her lips parted, and though she couldn’t see me, I could feel her hesitation. I tightened my grip on her hair, pulling her closer again, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.