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Why did I not know vibrators could be this powerful?
Deep breath in, slow breath out. The moment I don’t think I can hold back anymore, it stops.
My breathing is frantic, my eyes ache from squeezing them so tight, and I have sweat beading on the back of my neck already.
Damien's smug face comes into view as I blink rapidly. He walks over with two steaks and a mountain of mashed potatoes. My mouth starts watering as he sets a plate in front of me. My anger towards him fades to the background as I cut into the perfectly seared steak.
Seems like he learned a thing or two about me after the pizza incident. Food is my love language. You could shoot me and in the next minute give me the perfect slice of red meat, and I’d forget all about it.
I close my eyes and moan with the first bite. It's perfect. Juicy on the inside, melting in my mouth. I open my eyes to see Damien’s transfixed on my mouth.
An idea forms in my mind. He wants to edge me. Well, two can play that game.
I cut the next bite before slowly lifting it to my mouth. I dramatically wrap my lips around it before letting out a soft moan. His eyes snap to mine, and the vibrator instantly flips on. It takes my breath away, causing me to almost choke on my food.
“Make that sound again,” he commands. I shake my head, not wanting to give in to him.
“Do it, and I’ll stop.” I look around at the people in the room, knowing I'm seconds away from having the most powerful orgasm of my life with no way to hide the noise.
Finally, I relent, letting out a moan that turns into a whimper. The vibrations stop, but I'm left panting and dripping. Wetness seeps down onto my thighs.
“Good girl,” he praises in that husky voice, causing goosebumps to erupt down my body.
What is this man doing to me?
I go back to eating, quickly this time so that I can actually get it into my system. The moment I lean back, finished with my plate, the vibrations start again.
I squeeze my legs together, but that just makes it worse, pushing the vibrations deeper into me. “I.. I can't.” I manage to get out.
“You can.” Authority laces his tone. “Hold on just a little longer.”
I long to throw something at him. My food. My chair. Myself.
Tears threaten to flow from my eyes, not from pain or hurt, but pure unfiltered desperation. I bite my lip, attempting to distract my brain with pain. Except, it only intensifies the heat flowing through me, another whimper escapes my mouth as I try desperately to breathe through my nose.
I don’t know why I’m still doing this. I don’t know why I’m holding out, following his orders when I could come right now. I could fall over the edge and take the release my body is craving.
Suddenly the vibrations stop and I’m being pulled to my feet. “Let’s go,” Damien orders, sounding pissed off.
He practically drags me out the door and into the cool night air. My nipples pebble under my shirt from lack of a bra, the puckered points rubbing against the cotton turning me on even more. My body is a fucking furnace right now. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t get to come.
Damien steps off the path, still holding me roughly in his grasp. I try to pull away from him, not wanting to go into the woods to be tortured by this stupid game.
His grip gets harder with each attempt I make as he pulls me through the trees. “Stop fighting,” he snaps.
Finally, when we’re deep in the woods, he flips me around and pushes my front into a tree before crowding behind me.
“I could see what you were going to do, Little Shadow, and I’m not happy with your attempt at defiance.” He pushes his body up against mine. I can feel the length of him being pressed into my back. He thrusts his hips forward, causing the bark of the rough tree to scratch my face.
“Fuck you,” I breathe, so done with this day.
“That would be a reward. And I don’t give rewards to those who refuse to play by my very simple rules.” He forces my shorts down my legs, ripping them off and leaving me in only the vibrating torture device and an oversized t-shirt.
“Three more times,” he says as he stands, turning me around so that my back is against the tree. I’m praying like hell it’s too dark to notice the scars on my legs.
“Three more times I’m going to bring you to the edge. You will not come until I say so. If you do, so help me, Evie, I will bruise that perfect little ass of yours.”
His eyes are black in the void of the night, making him appear demonic. But I know better. This is Damien. He might be an asshole who tortures and kills, but to me, he’s something else. To me he’s like the rays of the sun in the pits of darkness. He knows what I need and I get the feeling he needs it, too. Resolve fills me. I want to do this for him, I want to do this for myself.
