Delilah's POV

I could barely walk straight as I excused myself from the table. My legs felt weak, my thighs slick and trembling from hours of relentless edging. Every step made the soaked lace of my panties rub against my swollen clit, sending fresh sparks of need through my body. I climbed the stairs slowly, feeling John’s eyes on me the entire way.

I slipped into the guest bathroom at the end of the hallway and left the door unlocked, just as he had commanded. The moment I closed it, I leaned against the sink, breathing hard. My reflection in the mirror looked wrecked — flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, lips...