She thought she was alone, her breath hitching as she neared her peak. Her fingers danced, her body tensed, and then, the door creaked. She froze, eyes wide, as a figure loomed in the doorway. "What are you doing?" he growled, his gaze lingering on her flushed skin and heaving chest. She stammered, trying to hide her shame, but the evidence was clear. He stepped closer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "You're not done, are you?" he taunted, making her squirm in her seat.