No

Just as her hips began to buck, just as she let out a strangled cry and arched her back to meet the peak, you abruptly withdrew your hand. You stepped back, creating a sudden, cold void between your bodies. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of her sharp, interrupted breathing. Maya opened her eyes, her pupils blown wide, her gaze clouded with a mix of shock and desperation. She looked wrecked, her red lipstick smudged and her chest heaving, the sudden loss of friction leaving her hovering on the jagged edge of an unfinished climax.

You watched her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her undone. You didn't apologize, nor did you offer a comforting word. You simply reached out and smoothed a stray lock of hair away from her forehead, your touch light and teasing. The power dynamic had shifted, and the hunger in her eyes had transformed into a plea. You could see the way her thighs were still trembling, the muscles twitching with the need for the release you had just stolen from her.

"Not here," you murmured, your voice a low, commanding rasp. You leaned in, your lips grazing the shell of her ear, the scent of her arousal filling your senses. You told her that this sterile box was too small for what you had planned, and that you wanted to go somewhere more private to finish what you started. You didn't ask if she wanted to go, you simply reached down and slowly lowered the champagne silk back over her legs, the fabric clinging to her damp skin as you unlocked the door.