Chapter 1283:

How to play? The answer was obvious—to play with him. Elena’s fingertips traced slow circles across his chest, kneading softly.

Wesley let out a groan, pressing himself up into her touch. Each brush of her hand stoked the heat, never quite giving him what he needed, so the ache only grew.

Elena kept her cool. Her hand slid from his chest and down to his stomach. His abs were so sensitive that his desire nearly spilled over. Sweat dotted his skin as he struggled to hold himself back.

Elena could sense exactly what he craved, but she ignored every silent plea and refused to let him have it. She drew slow patterns over his abs, down his thighs, along his sides, always skipping the place that might push him over the edge.

Wesley’s breaths turned ragged, each one hotter than the last. His eyes burned with longing as he tried to coax her hand, but Elena stayed firm.

His heavy, desperate breaths filled the room, thickening the air around them.

Wesley burned with need, desperate for the comfort of her gentle hands on his most sensitive part. A shaky plea slipped from his lips. “Elena…” His voice sounded raw with longing. “Please, don’t tease me anymore. Just touch it…”

Elena gazed at him, letting him struggle against the tide of want without lifting a finger to help. This was his punishment for trying to make out at the wrong time and place.

Unable to get the relief he craved, Wesley thought about taking matters into his own hands, but with his wrists bound by the belt, there was no way out. Urgency flickered across his face, and sweat gathered at his hairline as the pressure built.

Elena adjusted the belt a bit higher, then leaned in close and whispered, “Say it. Beg me.”

Wesley responded without missing a beat. “I’m begging you, baby. I can’t take any more of this.”

Even a second’s hesitation would have been pure torture.

Racked with desire, Wesley was utterly undone, ready to give in to whatever Elena asked of him. She could have demanded his very life, and he wouldn’t have batted an eye.

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She leaned down, brushing her lips softly over his, a fleeting taste that left him aching for more. Eager for a deeper kiss, he lifted his head, but Elena pressed him firmly back against the couch, her palm resting over his chest.

Sweat soaked through his shirt, and his eyes looked wild and desperate as he slumped back, finally surrendering, his eyelids sliding shut. He was completely at her mercy.

The realization hit him—Elena hadn’t been in the mood for something wild. She was making him suffer on purpose, letting him pay for his mischief on the plane.

Seeing him finally subdued, Elena wrapped her hand around his penis.

Wesley’s entire body shivered, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. After holding himself back for so long, even her lightest touch sent waves through every inch of him. His eyes had gone dark and hazy, completely lost in the rush of sensation.

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