I dug my heels into the mattress, my head thrashing on the pillow, and Gunter was wielding my pleasure like a weapon.
“Gunter, please—” I begged, the words catching in a broken whisper.
“No, sweetheart,” he commanded, the sound vibrating hotly against me. “You wait for me. You burn for me. You c*m for me when I allow you to”
He ramped up the pressure, drawing harder, making me feel the rough graze of the silk against the most sensitive part of me. The friction was unbearable, tearing a ragged cry from my lips. I was already surging toward a peak, but he pulled back just as quickly, letting me hang suspended in the agonizing buildup.
I reached for him, desperate to drag him up to me, but he merely trapped my hips with his heavy hands, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
“Look at you
