With his wrists bound and his spirit anchored to the headboard, I finally turned my attention to the most urgent prisoner in the room. His slacks were a dam holding back a flood, and I could see the tension in the fabric—the way it strained against the heavy, rhythmic pulse of his desire. He had been encased in that suit for far too long; he was practically vibrating with the need to be free. I didn't rush. I wanted him to feel the agony of anticipation. I reached down, my fingers hooking into the waistband of his slacks. I peeled them down with a slow, agonizing deliberation, exposing him to the cool air and my burning gaze. As the fabric fell away, his cock sprang free—a magnificent, heavy weight that seemed to have a life of its own. It was thick, dark with blood, and throbbing with an intensity that mirrored my own heartbeat. I wrapped my hand around him, my palm molding to his heat. The heft of him was intoxicating; he felt like pure, concentrated power held in check by nothing but my grip. I began to move my hand—a slow, torturous slide from the base to the tip. But I wasn't finished. I wanted to see how much more I could break him. I focused my attention on the most sensitive territory: just below the bulbous, weeping head of his shaft. I used my thumb to trace the delicate skin there, running it back and forth in a rhythmic, agonizingly precise motion. Every time my thumb pressed against that tender ridge, his entire body recoiled against the headboard. His hips bucked upward, searching for more pressure, while a broken, high-pitched moan escaped his throat. His eyes rolled back, his jaw locking as he fought to stay conscious through the sheer sensory onslaught. He wasn't just reacting to my hand; he was being hijacked by it. I looked up at him, my eyes dark with satisfaction, watching the way his muscles corded and twitched under my touch. "You're doing so well," I whispered, my thumb never ceasing its relentless dance against his head. "But this is just the warm-up. I haven't even truly begun to use you."