100 NIGHTS OF SIN
I wrap my fingers around his shaft, hot and throbbing, and give one slow stroke from root to tip, thumb swirling over the head, spreading that bead in filthy circles.
His head falls back against the chair, throat working, a guttural sound ripping out of him. “Scarlett, fuck—”
“Shh. Don't cum yet,” I lean in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Four thousand people are about to watch me ruin you. Better not disappoint them.”
I reach behind my back, unhook my bra, let it fall.
The second my nipples hit the air, his restraint snaps.