Chapter 123: "Please... come in." Her entire body was a live wire now. Every nerve, every inch of skin, every muscle in her thighs trembled like it had forgotten how to hold her up. The edge wasn’t just close—it was pressing against her from the inside out, pulsing like a storm behind her navel. And still, he hadn’t let her have it. Eros’s voice was calm—too calm—like he wasn’t the one who had her unraveling with nothing but words. "Janet," he said through the wall, his voice deep enough to rattle inside her chest, "do you think you deserve to cum yet?" Her lips parted. No words came. Just a desperate gasp. "Use your voice," he ordered. "If you want release, beg for it." Her fingers were still working in slow, cruel circles around the sensitive skin just under her clit—where he’d told her to focus. She didn’t dare touch the swollen bundle itself, not without permission. But the ache was spreading now, dragging heat up her belly and down her thighs. She couldn’t even pretend to be in control anymore. "I—I need to," she breathed. "Please..." "Please what?" "I want to cum." "Say it like you mean it." "I want to cum," she said again, louder now. Her voice was raw, cracking at the edges. Her eyes squeezed shut as her fingers paused, trembling. "You want to?" he echoed, voice smooth as silk and just as sharp. "But you haven’t earned it." "I—I did what you said. I followed—every word," she whispered, voice choking with need. "And I’m proud of you, sweetheart," he said, his tone finally softening—but not enough to give in. "But wanting to cum isn’t the same as needing to. Do you need it, Janet?" She didn’t even pause. "Yes. Yes—god, yes." "Then beg." She sucked in a breath and forced herself to say the words—not quiet, not hidden. "Please let me cum," she said. "Please, Eros. I’ll do anything. I need it—please, please..." Her body twitched. Her thighs clenched together, but she forced them open again, wide and vulnerable. "I’m aching," she whimpered. "It hurts. I can’t hold it anymore—please, just say the word—just let me..." Eros sighed on the other side of the stall, and the sound rolled through her like thunder in a confession booth. "You poor thing," he murmured. "You’re trembling for me, aren’t you?" "Yes," she whispered. "You’re soaked. You’re swollen. You’re right at the edge." He was building up he want, then it will come up like a hammer of a war god and hit her with force... the pleasure. "I am—please..." "Your fingers are right there, hovering over your clit, waiting for me to say it." "Please—say it—please..." He let that silence hang just a moment longer, and it made her shiver. Her fingers were frozen in place. Her core was throbbing. Her breath came in shallow gasps, like her lungs were being squeezed from the inside out. Then— "Touch it." The words crashed into her like lightning. She didn’t hesitate. Her fingers finally moved—just a single stroke over her clit—and it felt like her body exploded. She arched in the tiny stall, legs going weak beneath her, mouth falling open with a ragged moan so deep it scraped her throat raw. White heat flooded her belly. Pleasure curled her spine like a whip, rolling in waves so strong they shook her. She gasped—cried out—twitched violently as the orgasm ripped through her like it had been waiting all her life for this exact moment. And through it all? His voice stayed in her ear. "That’s it, Janet. Let it out. Let me hear it. You don’t come without me now, you hear me?" "Yes—yes—god—yes," she cried, lost in it. "Your body’s mine when I speak. Say it." "It’s yours—it’s yours, Eros—everything, I’m—oh god—I’m—" Another wave hit her. She didn’t even know she had more in her, but her body surrendered again. Pleasure surged, violent and raw, until she slumped against the stall wall, skin damp with sweat, fingers coated in slick, thighs trembling from the aftershocks. Her chest rose and fell like she’d just been pulled out of water. And then, in the stillness... A whisper. Almost broken. "Eros..." "Mmm?" Her eyes were closed, her body limp—but her voice still carried. "Please... come in." * The lock slid open with a soft click. That tiny sound hit Janet harder than thunder. How did he even open without her help? She didn’t care he was hear... all that mattered. Her head snapped up, breath still broken from the orgasm that had just finished tearing through her. She wasn’t ready. God, she wasn’t even standing. Her legs refused to close—refused to move—like her body had already surrendered and wouldn’t dare disobey again. And then she saw him. Eros stepped into the stall like a secret being unveiled. No hesitation. No apology. Janet froze. It felt like time bent around him—like the air grew heavier, thicker, just to make room for the force of his presence. He was tall. Devastatingly so. Built with a kind of sleek strength that didn’t just say power—it radiated it. His shirt was black, rolled at the sleeves, forearms veined and toned like they’d been sculpted by something ancient and wrathful. Hair dark, a little tousled, as if he didn’t even need to try. And his face— Janet stopped breathing. He was beautiful. Not in a soft, pretty-boy kind of way. But in the way that made you hurt to look at him too long. Chiseled jawline, eyes that glowed like liquid sin, lips that looked like they could ruin you with a single bite. He wasn’t just handsome. He was... divine. And he was looking straight at her. She was still seated—legs wide, knees trembling, panties long forgotten on the floor. Her skirt bunched awkwardly at her waist, blouse sticking to her slick skin, one button half-undone and her bra peeking through. She was a mess. A wreck. Her fingers still glistened from the orgasm he gave her with just a voice. Her thighs were streaked, dripping, her cunt swollen and leaking steadily onto the toilet seat below her. She should’ve felt shame. But all she felt... was seen... proud for what happened... proud that he was looking at her with that calm controlled hunger like he did not want to jump to her and devour her wet leaking pussy like a starved beast. The thought of that face between her legs leaking her pussy and her clit... oh~ gods the thought of that tongue inside her begging pussy... "Mmmm~" She exhaled at such fantasy about to happeen. Eros’s gaze didn’t flicker. Didn’t drift. He looked right at her—into her—and the heat in his eyes made her pulse between her legs all over again. And then... his eyes dropped. Slowly. Down her flushed face. Past her parted lips and heaving chest. Lower still, to where her legs were still spread open like an offering, the wetness between her thighs obscene in the harsh bathroom light. His mouth curved—slow and knowing.