I pant hard through parted lips, my gaze fixed on his cruel smile. “How is it now, Miss Stahl?” There’s a bite to the way he says my name, a threat that if I continue acting unaffected by the tickler, he’ll escalate. I can’t fucking wait. “Yeah,” I say, trying not to hyperventilate. “But it’s a bit subtle.” His eyes flash, and the tickler reaches the apex of my clit.
