His fingers brushed over my jaw again, his touch gentle, but his voice was firm. “You cum when I say you cum.” The words sent a sharp thrill straight to my core, my entire body tuned to him now, bound to his control. “Again,” he murmured, clicking the rose back on, starting the torture all over again.

The rose buzzed on my clit, a constant, merciless vibration, pressing against me just enough to push me close, but never enough to let me tip over. I was so close. So fucking close. And then, he pulled it away again.

A frustrated moan ripped from my lips as my body convulsed, my muscles twitching from another stolen orgasm. “Oh, my fucking God,” I gasped, my wrists tugging against the silk. Legend just smirked, licking his lips, his eyes lazy and satisfied as he watched me struggle.

“You’re too impatient, baby,” he murmured, dragging the rose in slow, torturous strokes up my inner thigh, teasing but not giving me what I needed.

I was losing my goddamn mind. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, my skin burning, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “I swear to god,” I panted, glaring up at him through heavy, lidded eyes, “if you don’t let me cum...”

“You’ll what?” Legend cut in, his voice calm, unbothered but full of amusement. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my frustration morphing into pure desperation. I had no leverage and no control and he knew it. And the realization made something settle inside me. Legend saw the shift too, the way I surrendered. His smirk deepened. “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

And then, without warning, he pressed the rose directly against my clit again—this time, at full intensity and pressure. A ragged scream tore from my throat as a shockwave of pleasure slammed through me, fast, unstoppable, brutal. My entire body arched, the silk restraints biting into my wrists as the pressure built so fast, so hard, I could barely breathe.

“Legend!”

He leaned down, his lips grazing my jaw, his voice a growl of possession. “You can cum now, sweetheart."

The command hit me like a detonator. The second the words left his mouth, my body snapped. Pleasure ripped through me, shattering me completely. I was shaking, sobbing, writhing, my mind completely blank, lost in the force of release. Legend didn’t stop though. He didn’t let up at all and I started cussing his ass out, begging him to move the rose as I kept cumming.

He kept the rose pressed against me, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I was whimpering, gasping, trembling uncontrollably. Only then did he finally ease off, his fingers brushing against my trembling thighs, grounding me as my body continued to shudder beneath him.

I was done. I could barely breathe, my body an oversensitive mess as I lay there. Legend pressed a soft, possessive kiss to my inner thigh, his smirk against my skin.

“That’s one,” he murmured.