Chapter 75

I shivered. The first touch was barely a whisper—Garcia's lips at my throat, followed by the drag of his teeth. A gloved hand slipped beneath my shirt, palm pressing firmly against my chest, over my heart. "I want you to feel everything," Garcia said. "But you will not touch me. Not until I allow it." I nodded, a flush rising to my cheeks. "Good boy." Those two words settled in my stomach like fire. He trailed his fingers down my abdomen, tracing patterns that took my breath away. My mind grew hazy, floating in the space between pleasure and submission. "You're doing well," Garcia murmured. "But I want to hear you. Tell me what you are feeling." I gasped. "Warm... aching... I—I want more, Master." That earned me a chuckle. "You'll get more. I always keep my promises." Garcia moved lower, his gloved fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my pants with maddening slowness. I squirmed with anticipation as he pulled my pants down and exposed me in front of his gaze. "Don't squirm," he sa