His hands slide up my arms, across my shoulders and down to the curve of my waist. The touch is light, exploratory and it leaves trails of fire in its wake.
When his fingers brush the underside of my breast through the thin fabric of my binding, I gasp. The sensation is overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once.
"Sensitive?" Aaron's voice holds a note of dark satisfaction. "Good coz I want to know every place that makes you react and every spot that makes you tremble."
His thumb circles higher, brushing across my n****e through the fabric and my back arches involuntarily. A sound escapes me…something between a gasp and a moan…and Aaron's eyes darken further.
"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough. "Don't hold back those sounds. I want to hear every single one."
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