“You bought me a butt plug?” I ask in disbelief.
My tone doesn’t faze him at all. He just smirks at me like the cocky bastard he is.
“Time for that adventure I promised, adorable. Stop reading.”
His voice drops suddenly, low and lethal.
“I want it inside you. Two hours. Before I fuck you.”
My jaw hits the floor. My eyes go wide enough to qualify as cartoonish. I’ve never tried this before, and two hours sounds like a long time.
“What?!” I squeak. “Two hours?”
“You heard me.” He’s already walking away, voice gruff. Dark. Dripping with desire. “I’ve got work to do in the office. When I’m done, I’ll be fucking your ass.”
A pause.
“And I won’t be sparing your pussy, either.”
He doesn’t even look back. Just jerks his head toward the bedroom.
“Come.”
I stare after him, stunned. Short-circuiting.
“Didn’t you just say you have work?” I yell, still frozen in place, the box clutched in my hand like a cursed object.
He stops, half-turning. Then smirks that infuriating fucking smirk that makes my heart skip a hundred beats.
“Yeah. And before that…” His gaze drops to my thighs. “I’m going to make sure that plug stays exactly where it should.”
He disappears down the hall, leaving me to follow like a woman walking straight into her doom. A very well-lubricated doom.
This is torture. This is fucking torture.
Have two hours passed? Five? Twenty? Time doesn’t exist anymore. Only heat. Only pressure. Only the agonizingawareness of that plug sitting deep inside me, teasing and stretching.
I feel it everywhere. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every twitch of my thighs.
I’m soaked. Dripping. At this rate, all Dominic will have to do is point a finger at me, and I’ll erupt like a volcano.
I can’t sit. Can’t walk. The anticipation is even worse than the plug.
I’m just standing here — naked and trembling, a prisoner of my own lust — waiting for absolution.
My fingers drift down. Just a little. Just one soft brush against my clit—
A strangled moan slips out of me. Half-groan, half-cry.
I already stripped everything off. All that’s left is my shame and the fucking plug still deep inside of me. I’m just waiting for my captor to come and save me from this lusty nightmare.
He completely forbade any form of self release. Glared at me and said he’ll know and make me pay.How?How will he make me pay? This is already abuse. Maltreatment of his prisoner.
I’m in hell. A hot, dripping, hormonal hell.
I’m spiraling when it happens. A low hum starts inside me. Subtle at first, then building.
No. Ohfuck. It’s vibrating.
