I couldn’t look away. I had to keep staring. His lips. His jaw. His chest. He breathed faster as my gaze drifted down his front and locked onto his thick cock. “Touch it.” My head shot up. “But I thought you said you wouldn’t guide me—” “Fucking forget what I said. When you stare at it that way, you make me goddamn insane.” He tested the ropes again, yanking on the spindles. “Do it.” He arched his back, his neck straining against the pillows. “Please, fucking touch it.” It wasn’t a beg but a growled bark. My hand shot forward. I touched it.
