Olivia's POV
The vibrator stopped. The sudden silence left my body twitching, straining for what he had so cruelly stolen away. My chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate gasps, the blindfold pressing against my eyes, heightening the darkness that matched my hunger.
"Please…" My voice cracked, thin and broken. "Please, master… I can't take it."
A low growl rumbled from him, vibrating through the air and straight into my bones. "Can't take it, or can't live without it?" His fingers gripped my chin, forcing my trembling lips upward. "Which is it, Olivia?"
"I… I need you," I whispered, shame burning hot across my skin. "I need your cock. Please."
His hand gripped my chin, forcing my face upward again. His voice cut through the dark like steel.
"No."
The word hit harder than a slap. My lips parted, a broken sob escaping. I jerked against my restraints, desperate, ruined. "Please… please don't say that. I need you. I need you inside me, master—please, I'll do anything."