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As all my muscles tense in anticipation, the ache within them is so much worse than normal, and I can only think it’s because of how they’re already restrained. Although Lawson has tied me up before today, I’ve never been this restricted, and I think not being able to move is making that throbbing tension worse.

I try to beg through the gag, knowing I’m supposed to ask for his permission to come, but it’s pretty much impossible. What comes out is a garbled moan that quickly becomes a breathy whimper as I try desperately to lift my pussy, even just a little, to chase the high that’s building.

Lawson fixes his molten silver gaze on mine, watching me intently as I lose myself to the sensations he’s giving me. I silently beg him with my eyes, letting him know that I’m about to tumble over the edge, and as a wicked smile appears on his face, I’m certain he understands.

Suddenly, he pulls the wand away from my aching clit, leaving me feeling bereft as there’s nothing to get me to the finish line that I could almost touch just a second ago. A low growl of frustration rips through the gag, along with my desperate gasps for air, as saliva drips down over my chin.

Every nerve ending in my body is tingling, but in the most frustrating way. I was so close to my orgasm, and now the embers that were burning hot are cooling once again, leaving me with a strange, empty feeling.

I stare at Lawson—well, glare would be more accurate—as I try to communicate using only my eyes. I’m asking him why the hell he pulled away when I was so close.

His wicked smile widens, and in that moment, I’m absolutely certain he understands me. His face hovers close to mine; the feel of his breath fluttering over my face makes my heart stutter as he says, “You haven’t forgotten this is a punishment, have you?”

My stomach sinks, as I had very much forgotten. I was so lost in the pleasure he was giving me, all other thoughts had slipped my mind, but I won’t let that happen again. Or, at least, that’s my plan, until he presses the vibrating wand against my clit once more and I lose all good sense yet again.

This time, the ache in my clit grows quickly, picking up from where we left off moments ago, and my body soon seeks the release it was previously denied. My muscles coil as my nerve endings prickle with electricity, heating me up as my pussy walls flutter with excitement.

There’s no slow build this time. My body rushes towards the impending orgasm with great speed, and I fight against my bindings to help get me there. The rope around my stomach burns as I rock my hips, not caring about the pain as I chase the desire that keeps growing in intensity.

My breaths are coming out in short, shallow pants, making my head spin, while the ache in my jaw worsens as I fight against the metal ring, desperate to use my mouth. I want to tell Lawson how much I need to come. I want to let out the moans and groans of bliss and frustration that are swirling around inside me, with no way out. But more than anything, I want to feel my lips against his.

Those thoughts are soon gone as the overwhelming sensations of the orgasm that’s about to overtake me push my body to the edge. The rope burn on my stomach is bordering on painful as I lift my hips again, desperate for more.

Just as I’m about to come, Lawson pulls the wand away again—motherfucker! If I could scream the word aloud, I would, but the jumbled mix of words, saliva, and groaning makes it inaudible.

Tears fill my eyes as the empty sensation hits me again, like ice water being doused over my burning body, putting out the fire whilst leaving me cold and lost.

Before I’ve even had a chance to catch my breath, he presses the wand against my clit again, startling me as jolts of electricity shoot through my pussy, almost painfully.

Within seconds, I’ve reached the same peak again, only for him to pull away once more, leaving me a gasping, sobbing mess. Tears and saliva cover my face, and my jaw hurts from all the tension as I’ve ridden through every emotion possible, all whilst being unable to vocalise how I’m feeling.

My body swapping from hot to cold, on edge to empty, pleasure to pain, becomes too much, and everything I feel moulds into one. I lose track of how many times Lawson pushes me to the edge, only to pull away and leave me feeling so fucking lost and empty.

I’ve never felt so many emotions, swinging from one end of the scale to the other, in such a short space of time, and it’s mentally draining. My body is overstimulated; my head, however, pounds from the overwhelmingly confusing situation.

But no matter how much I try to block everything out, Lawson continues to force it on me. He wants me to feel the pleasure, followed by the pain that comes when he takes it away. I think he might like me being at his mercy.

When he pulls the wand away again, I struggle to catch my breath, and black spots fill my vision as the room around me spins. Tears fill my eyes, making everything seem blurry anyway, but the lack of oxygen only worsens the situation.

I try to pull in some much-needed air, but my lungs burn with each inhale as sobs continue to wrack my body. Lawson reaches over and wipes the tears from my cheeks, but it’s a pointless effort, as they’re quickly replaced by more falling.

“Shush. Take some big, deep breaths for me, Harper,” Lawson says, his soft, melodic voice confusing me further.

He slides some strands of hair off my forehead, where they’re plastered thanks to the sheen of sweat coating my body, and he lightly tucks them behind my ear. It’s not a straightforward task because of the gag.

He gently runs his hands over my body while his gaze is fixed on mine, yet my overloaded senses mute all sensations. Even when he flicks his fingers over my peaked nipples, I’m torn between pleasure and pain, unsure how it should feel.

“You’ve been such a good girl so far, but I don’t think you’ve learnt your lesson quite yet.” As soon as the words leave his lips, sobs wrack my body, and my eyes widen with panic. This isn’t over yet.

I watch as Lawson walks to the foot of the bed and unfastens the manacles around my ankles. My feet and legs tingle now they’re no longer being pulled apart, my muscles relaxing even though I don’t move from the position I’m in.

I freeze when Lawson pulls out a knife, holding my breath when he kneels next to the bed. I only breathe a sigh of relief when he slices the ropes tying me down, though I’m still cautious that he might use the blade on me, so despite my new freedom, I keep perfectly still.

Only when he puts the knife away do I breathe easily again. Well, as easily as I can with this fucking ring in my mouth, I think to myself. My anger over the situation seems to have allowed curse words to break free, and given Lawson keeps telling me he wants to see that side of me, I have no intention of hiding them again now.

Lawson then moves onto the collar around my neck, and after he removes the cold, harsh metal, I roll my head, hoping to ease some of the tension and pain that keeping me in that position for so long caused. I groan as my neck twinges, protesting at being frozen and held stiff for that length of time.

When Lawson moves to unfasten the straps at the back of my head, freeing me from the ring gag in my mouth, I send out a silent prayer that I never see it again—I bloody hate the gag.