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“You did very well today, Cadence.”

My heart pounds as his fingers press lightly against my inner thighs.

“But it’s not enough.”

I forget how to breathe at his words, and my senses reel as his hands slide higher—slow, steady.

"I want you to touch yourself."

My eyes widen.

"W-What?"

His expression doesn’t change.

"You heard me.”

"But—here?”

He takes his seat like he's about to get a show.

Gulp.

"Have you changed your mind about wanting to earn me back?"

I start to shake my head, but he cuts me off.

"Then prove it."

My fingers tremble as I reach beneath my skirt. Heat rushes through me before I even find what I’m looking for.

Keiran's eyes never leave mine. He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t move.

Just watches as I touch myself.

Tentatively at first. Then with more confidence when I see the way his gaze tracks every movement.

I want him to tell me I’m doing good.

I want him to touch me himself.

But Keiran remains frustratingly silent and still, his gaze hooded.

My breath turns into short little gasps as I get close.

So close.

But just as I'm about to fall over that edge, Keiran's fingers suddenly close around my wrist.

"Stop.”

My entire body freezes.

“You don’t get to come until I say so,” he says curtly.

Did he j-just say what I thought he said?

"Do you understand?"