Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 88: The edge and back [M]

Chapter 88: The edge and back [M]

I’m blindfolded, tied up, and completely at his mercy, but even in the helplessness, I feel a strange sense of euphoria. Every sensation is magnified—the way his fingers glide over my skin, the warmth of his body so close to mine, the intoxicating scent of him. It’s all I can focus on, the need for him, the craving that burns hotter with every second.

"You really enjoy this, don’t you?" Noelle’s voice breaks through the haze of my thoughts, soft but laced with amusement. I can feel the smirk in his tone, that knowing, playful edge that drives me wild.

"Maybe," I mutter, trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it’s a weak attempt. I’m unraveling at the seams, and we both know it.

Noelle leans in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispers, "I know you do."

The shiver that runs through me is uncontrollable, a ripple of heat coursing through my veins. I tug again at the restraints, feeling the tightness of the rope biting into my wrists. The tension only adds to the overwhelming desire coursing through me. I could escape if I wanted to, I have the strength for it—but I don’t want to. I want to be here, bound, blindfolded, and completely at Noelle’s mercy.

His hands move lower again, his fingers tracing the ridges of my abdomen, every touch sending sparks through me. I spread my legs wider, instinctively opening myself up for him, hoping—begging—for him to give me some kind of relief. But again, just as his fingers graze the sensitive skin just above where I need him, he pulls away.

A low groan escapes my throat, frustration mixing with desire in a dangerous cocktail. I can’t take much more of this teasing, this slow burn that’s driving me insane.

"My beloved star," I manage to gasp out, my voice hoarse with need, "please..."

Noelle chuckles softly, the sound low and full of mischief.

"No, Thorne," he says, his fingers sliding away from my skin once again, leaving me aching and desperate.

"You don’t get to rush me. This is my game tonight."

I grit my teeth, but it’s a losing battle. I’m completely at his mercy, and as much as I hate the torture, I crave it just as much. My body is burning with need, every inch of my skin hypersensitive to his touch. The anticipation is killing me, but I can’t bring myself to stop him. I don’t want to.

His lips find my neck again, soft and teasing, brushing against my skin with just enough pressure to leave me aching for more. He lingers there, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, making sure to leave marks—his marks. It’s possessive, almost primal, and I can’t help but love it. Every kiss is a reminder that I’m his, that no one else can have me, that I belong to him.

He pulls away just enough to look down at me—I can’t see him, but I can feel his gaze, feel the intensity in the way he’s watching me. My cocky smirk returns, even as I struggle to catch my breath.

"Admiring your artwork, my star?"

His answer is immediate, firm. "More than you know. I see the appeal of why you leave my body the you do."

He steps between my legs again, and this time, he doesn’t hesitate. He leans down and presses his lips to mine in a kiss that is anything but gentle. It’s possessive, overwhelming, and exactly what I need. His tongue slides into my mouth, claiming every inch with a hunger that leaves me breathless. I arch into him, desperate for more contact, desperate to feel him against me.

But then, just as quickly as the kiss begins, he pulls back again, leaving me gasping, lips swollen and aching for more.

I groan in frustration, my entire body thrumming with need. "This... this is torture."

Noelle chuckles, brushing his thumb over my lower lip once more. "Exactly, Thorne. That’s the point."

His hands roam lower again, and this time, I hold my breath, hoping—praying—that he’ll finally give me what I’m aching for.

*

Time ceases to exist. Hours or mere moments, I wouldn’t know. Everything is a blur of heat, want, and need. I can’t think—no coherent thoughts, no pride, just a raw ache that consumes me. I’m nothing but a slave to this unrelenting desire. Whoever I was before, whatever I thought I stood for—it’s all been burned away by this fire that Noelle has kindled within me.

His breath is warm against my skin, dangerously close, and I can feel it. I can feel him so near to where I need him most, and it’s driving me mad. The anticipation is excruciating, a slow burn that’s settled deep in my gut. My entire body is coiled tight, like a spring about to snap.

"This guy has been begging for my attention for a while now," Noelle whispers, his voice soft, teasing. His breath fans across the sensitive skin of my tip, and it takes everything in me not to cry out in desperation.

"Yes," I gasp, the word coming out strangled, barely more than a groan. "Please..."

He laughs, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down my spine. He’s enjoying this—he’s toying with me. The tease is actually having fun watching me come undone. I swear to the goddess, I’ll make him pay for this. I’ll make him pay a hundred times over. Not now, though. Right now, I’m not about to risk ruining whatever small mercy he might finally grant me.

"I bet you want to grab my hair and shove this guy down my throat," he murmurs, his tone wicked and knowing.

The mental image he conjures is enough to make me groan, my hips jerking involuntarily as I tug against the restraints again. I want to scream, to beg, to do anything to make him stop torturing me, but all I can manage is a hoarse, desperate sound. My entire body is on edge, every nerve alight, every muscle straining against the anticipation that’s been building for what feels like forever.

Finally—finally—I feel his hand wrap around me, and the sensation sends a violent surge of relief crashing through me. A loud moan escapes my throat before I can stop it. The feeling of his touch is like electricity shooting down my spine, lighting me up from the inside out. My body responds instantly, hips arching into his hand, desperate for more of that sweet, overwhelming pressure.

But his movements are maddeningly slow. His grip is firm, but the rhythm he sets is torturously gentle, teasing me with every slow stroke. The pleasure is there, but it’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough.

"Harder... faster... please..." My voice is wrecked, hoarse with need. I don’t care anymore. I have no dignity left, no shame. All I want is for him to push me over the edge, to give me the release I’ve been chasing all night.

Noelle hums softly, and I can feel his smirk even though I can’t see it. His touch quickens, but only slightly—just enough to make me a groaning mess beneath him. He’s playing me like an instrument, coaxing every sound of desperation from my lips, and I can’t hold back anymore.

The tension is unbearable, a thick knot of desire coiling tighter and tighter in my gut. My entire body is trembling, my skin burning under his touch. I’m so close—so fucking close. I can feel it building, that sweet release finally within reach. My breathing is ragged, my heart pounding in my chest, and every nerve in my body is on fire.

And then—nothing.

I let out a strangled gasp, disbelief crashing over me as his hand pulls away, leaving me on the brink, teetering right at the edge.

"What?!" I choke out, my voice raw with shock and frustration. I can’t even comprehend what’s happening. I was so close. I was right there.

Noelle’s laughter, light and playful, fills the room. The sound is infuriating, and yet it only makes my need for him burn hotter.

"No, no, no..." I groan, pulling futilely against the restraints. I’m panting, shaking, my entire body thrumming with need. My cock aches, leaking steadily as the tension refuses to dissipate. My balls feel heavy, swollen, and the dull throb of denied release is starting to turn into a dull pain. It hurts—fuck, it hurts.

"My star," I beg, my voice breaking as I shamelessly plead with him. "Please. I would give you anything... anything you want, just—please."

Noelle hums thoughtfully, and I can hear the amusement in his voice. He’s enjoying this too much, watching me fall apart like this, and I hate how much I love it.