And then—he moved away.
Leaving Lydia lying there, her breath uneven, her thoughts scattered, her body still responding to everything he had done.
“Cale?” she called softly, uncertainty slipping into her voice.
“Yes, Love?”
This was what he had been waiting for.
He reached for something he had prepared earlier, opening the small box with deliberate calm. From it, he took one of the things he had planned for tonight.
“Get ready, my love,” he murmured. “Tonight… let yourself feel everything.”
When he returned to the bed, he didn’t rush. His hand moved first, brushing along her thigh, grounding her—making sure she wouldn’t be startled.
The faint hum reached her ears.
Lydia’s breath hitched.
Even though she had felt it before… it still made her pulse quicken, her body tightening in anticipation.
Cale’s touch remained steady, controlled guiding, easing her into the sensation rather than overwhelming her.
“This is your reward for waiting,” he said softly, his fingers returning to trace slow, familiar paths.
And Lydia, even before anything more—could already feel herself beginning to lose control again.
“Oh!” Lydia jolted slightly as the unfamiliar, vibrating sensation entered her.
It felt… different.
The movement inside her sent a strange, overwhelming sensation through her body—one she needed a moment to adjust to. But with her movements restricted, tension began to build in her arms. Only then did she remember.
She was still restrained.
“How is it?” Cale asked, watching every reaction carefully. “Don’t fight it, Love. You need to relax.”
Relax?
Lydia almost wanted to protest.
How was she supposed to relax when the relentless sensation inside her was driving her completely out of control? Her body twisted instinctively, responding to the overwhelming heat spreading through her. Several times she tried to close her legs, but the bindings held firm.
Damn it.
So that was the point of this—to keep her from escaping, to leave her no choice but to feel everything, every second of it?
Cale knew exactly what he was doing.
“Ahh… oh—” Lydia’s back arched as the sensation intensified, the rhythm inside her growing faster, deeper. Her head spun, her eyes squeezing shut again and again as if that might help her steady herself.
Her hands tugged restlessly against the restraints, a silent plea for release—but she knew it wouldn’t come easily.
Cale watched her, completely absorbed.
Slowly, almost absentmindedly, he dragged his hand along himself, not yet ready to end this. Not yet. He wanted more wanted to see her unravel completely beneath him.
Her chest rose and fell unevenly, her body moving in restless, helpless waves. He leaned over her, closing the distance, his hand finding her again, his touch deliberate, claiming.
Lydia’s body reacted instantly, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
“Ah—Cale! Oh God—” Her head turned from side to side, unable to contain the intensity of what she was feeling.

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