He smirked, obviously pleased with himself, his tattooed fingers adjusting the setting on the rose, upping the intensity just a notch. The moment he pressed it back against my clit, a sharp jolt shot through my entire body. I gasped, my thighs instinctively trying to close but the way he had me tied left me powerless to stop it. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp, thick with approval.

I barely heard him. My mind was drowning in sensation, the steady pulse of the vibration sending me spiraling, every inch of me hypersensitive. I tugged against the restraints, my body straining toward him, but he didn’t let me move. “I… can’t…”

Legend didn’t let me take control and for the first time, I let go of the need to. I let him hold me down, keep me open, keep me spread, keep me desperate. I surrendered to him. I let him have me. A slow smirk curved his lips as he shifted, lowering his mouth to my ear, his breath warm, teasing, cruel in the best way. “You like this shit, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. Shit, I couldn’t. The way he was applying pressure and alternating the settings on the rose had me gone. Moaning. Shaking. My stomach tightening.

“You like being tied down,” he mused, his free hand skimming up my stomach, tracing the curve of my ribcage, never quite giving me the full touch I wanted. “You like a nigga having control.”

I swallowed hard, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Legend,” I whispered, my voice wrecked, trembling.

His fingers wrapped around my jaw, tilting my face toward his. “Say it,” he ordered, his voice calm but demanding.

I licked my lips, eyes half-lidded. “I like it,” I admitted, my voice barely above a breath.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his smirk undeniable. “I know.”

And then he turned the setting higher.

“Fuuuckkk!” A sharp, ragged moan broke from my throat as a wave of pleasure slammed through me. My fingers curled in the restraints, my body straining as the vibrations hit the perfect spot, over and over again. “Shiiiit!”

My head fell back and my body tightened. I could tell I was about to cum something crazy. Something uncontrollable. Something explosive. This man watched me, his expression hungry, fascinated like he was memorizing every inch of my unraveling. The rose kept pulsing, the pressure building, building and building. I whimpered, barely able to think, my body completely at his mercy. And then…he pulled the rose away and turned it off.

“What the fuck?” I gasped, my wrists yanking against the ties. I snapped my head toward him, pissed the hell off.

Legend’s smirk was pure sin, control, and dominance. His eyes burned with amusement, watching me struggle, watching me fall apart. “Nah, not yet,” he murmured, trailing the rose back up my thigh, teasing me again.

I groaned, frustrated, aching, desperate. “Legend,” I whispered, my voice pleading now, my body shaking.