Chapter 9

　　This was torture. Evelyn’s body was so wound up that she knew the slightest movement would send her over the edge.

　　Roman had kept her like this for hours. Hours of this exquisite torture.

　　She was sweaty and had his cum all over her body because Roman hadn’t held himself back like he was forcing her to do. With the blindfold on, every other sense was heightened. She had felt his every tremble, heard his every grunt, groan and moan, and felt him throbbing every time he had spilt his seed.

　　And yet here she was, still stuck in this zone, aching to fall over that cliff.

　　He had given her some breaks between each scene, but that had done nothing to alleviate the throbbing in her body. And now she was on her knees, bent over the bench with her arms and legs strapped down and tears streaming down her face.

　　She just wanted to come. She wanted him to take her over the edge more than her next breath, but the gag in her mouth wouldn’t let her do more than whimper.