The Edge Protocol
A guided edging session: remote, relentless, obedient.
The room was quiet in that padded, breathless way only night could bring. His door was locked, not just closed. The overhead lights were off, leaving only the soft, amber glow of his desk lamp casting long, golden shadows across his bare chest and the planes of his thighs. His skin looked warmer in that light, flush with heat and nerves and something deeper that he didn’t yet know how to name. He lay back against the pill...