Days of torment. Nights with his hands wandering over my body. Never a release. I strain against my satin bindings.
"Would you like released, Bree?" His deep voice is amused.
"Please, Michael." I don't know what else to say. I have already begged.
A wicked grin spreads across his lovely features. A ball of light forms in his hands. My heart pounds as the light rushes toward me, over my skin, inside me, licking, lapping, pinching, thrusting. Everything at once and my body quakes. My orgasm is wrenched from my body and I scream his name and ask for more.
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