He wasn’t allowed to speak. Not yet.

The soft click of my heels echoed across the room as I walked, slowly, deliberately. Every movement calculated. Every step a tease. He lay on the bed, tied loosely, wrists bound by a luxurious violet silk rope. His chest rose and fell with anticipation, but he didn’t dare move. Not yet.

“Watch,” I whispered. “That’s all you’re allowed to do. Watch me, and wait.”

He complied, his eyes fixed on me, but his breathing quickened. I knew he was dying to touch me. To feel the weight of my body against his, to claim me in ways only he could imagine. But I wouldn’t allow it—not until he earned it.

I walked across the room, moving with slow, deliberate grace. The air in the room felt thick, charged. I stopped at the table, running my fingers over the rim of the wine glass, letting the coolness of the glass meet my skin. I brought it to my lips, savoring the taste, but never once breaking eye contact with him.

He wanted me. I could see it. The tension in his body was palpable, a silent scream of desire. But I had to control it. I had to make him ache for me.

“You know the rule,” I said softly, my voice smooth like velvet. “You don’t get to speak unless I say so. You don’t get to touch me unless I allow it. Do you understand?”

He nodded, his gaze burning with need. His lips parted, but no sound came. Good. He was learning.

I took a slow sip of wine, letting the glass hover near my lips as I circled the bed. Every step I took, he followed with his eyes, his breath becoming shallow, his body betraying him. He was hard, I could see it, but I didn’t acknowledge it. Not yet.

I stopped at the foot of the bed, letting my eyes roam over him—studying him, assessing him. I could see the way his muscles strained against the silk rope, the way his body longed for the release I would give him. But not yet. Not until he proved he could handle it.

“I’m not going to make this easy for you,” I purred, lowering myself onto the edge of the bed. “You’ll earn every inch of me. Every kiss. Every touch. But only when you’ve earned it.”

I leaned forward slightly, letting my breasts brush against the fabric of my dress, teasing him with the smallest hint of skin. His eyes locked onto me, and I saw the hunger in them. The need. The want.

“You’re not allowed to touch me. But I will touch you,” I said softly, my voice a low, seductive whisper. “And when I do, you’ll remember it. You’ll crave it.”

I leaned down, my fingers trailing across his chest, barely making contact with his skin. His muscles tightened under my touch, and I could feel his body respond to me—every inch of him wanting me. I smiled, knowing the power I held over him.

I traced a finger down his chest, pausing just above the waistband of his pants. “You like that, don’t you?” I asked, my voice almost teasing. “You like when I make you wait. When I make you ache for me.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, his mouth slightly parted as if he were about to speak, but he didn’t. He remembered the rule.

I leaned in closer, my lips just inches from his ear, and whispered, “But you haven’t earned it yet.”

I stood up slowly, turning away from him with a final glance, watching as his body strained against the ropes, wanting nothing more than to touch me. I walked to the corner of the room, where a long mirror stood, and I glanced at myself. The sight of my own reflection—bare except for the silk lingerie—was enough to make me smile. It reminded me of how much power I had. Not just over him, but over everything in this room.

I turned back to face him, watching him carefully as I walked towards him again. This time, I moved in a fluid motion, my body moving in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the moment.

“I think it’s time,” I said, my voice thick with anticipation. “Time for you to prove yourself.”

I reached down, trailing my fingers lightly over his chest, grazing his skin just enough to make him squirm. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the longing in every movement he made. But still, I didn’t let him touch me. He wasn’t ready.

“You think you can handle this?” I asked, my voice a soft whisper. “Think you can handle me? Or are you going to break before I let you have what you want?”

He groaned, his eyes closing as he fought to maintain control. But I could see it—the desperation in his eyes, the way his body begged for release. He wanted me, but he had to earn it.

I moved closer, positioning myself just above him, my body hovering inches from his. My breath hitched, the air thick with lust, but I held myself back. I knew the power I had over him, and I knew how much he wanted me.

“Look at me,” I whispered, my voice soft yet commanding. “Look at me and see what you could have… if you’re worthy.”

He opened his eyes, locking onto mine, his gaze full of longing. But he didn’t speak. He knew better.

I moved again, this time letting my lips brush across his ear, teasing him with the smallest touch. I could feel him trembling beneath me, but still, I didn’t give him what he wanted. Not yet.

“You’re getting closer,” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness. “But not close enough.”

I stepped back again, keeping the space between us. He let out a frustrated sigh, but I wasn’t going to let him break yet. Not until I was ready.

I reached down and untied the silk rope from his wrists, letting the fabric slip away from his skin. But I didn’t let him move—didn’t let him touch me. He was still mine to command.

“You’re free now,” I said softly. “But you’re not free to touch. Not yet.”

He swallowed hard, his body aching for release. And I smiled, knowing I had him exactly where I wanted him.

I leaned in, kissing him softly on the lips for the first time, just a gentle press, a promise of what was to come. He kissed me back, hungry, desperate, but I pulled away, just out of reach.

“You want me, don’t you?” I asked, my voice soft, teasing. “You want me more than anything. But can you wait for it?”

His eyes were full of desperation, and I could see the tension in his body, the way he fought to control himself. But it wasn’t his control I was interested in. It was mine.

“You’ll wait,” I said, my voice firm, but playful. “Because when you finally get me… it will be worth every second.”

And with that, I left the room, leaving him alone, bound by his own need, to wait for the next command.