“Sex toys.”
“I’m not in the mood, Maxime.”
He gives me an apologetic smile. “I know.”
He takes a tube of lube from the bag and applies a copious amount to the butt plug and vibrator before inserting both gently. He wiggles the vibrator until the bulbous end fits snugly inside and the smaller one on my clit, then pulls the sling over my folds at the front and through my ass cheeks at the back to attach it to a belt he straps around my waist. Like this, the toys can’t slip free.
“Do I need to gag you?” he asks.
“No,” I cry out. “I don’t like to feel that helpless.”
He drags a finger from my temple to my jaw. “Then not a sound, understand?” Taking a small remote from the bag, he pushes on a button. The vibrator starts humming softly. He kicks it up two notches until the vibration penetrates my G-spot and clit. It’s pleasant, but not so intense that I want to come.
“Comfortable?” he asks in a husky voice.
I give a nervous nod.
Gripping the sheet, he covers my body. “The toy has eight hours of battery life. After last night, we weren’t going anywhere today, anyway.”
Wait. What? He can’t mean what I’m thinking.
He bends down and kisses my forehead. His deep voice is pure evil. “Sleep well, my little flower.”
“You can’t leave me like this.”
He turns for the door.
“Wait,” I call when he grips the handle. “Untie me, Maxime. Please.”
He doesn’t answer.
“Why are you doing this?” I cry out.
He turns back to face me. “Tonight was the first and last time you threatened my life. I gave you one chance only. You wasted it. It’ll never happen again.” He drags his gaze one more time over my sheet-covered body before stepping out and closing the door.
I can’t believe it. He’s serious. He’s punishing me by leaving me like this until the vibrator battery runs flat. Indignant anger heats my veins as other parts of my body heat with unwanted arousal. I try to mentally override the sensations by focusing on my vexation, but the physical won’t be denied. I feel because I’m human. I become needy despite my desire not to.
The setting is too low to get me off quickly. It takes a long time, and finally I’m so frustrated I wiggle and squirm to set the orgasm off. The relief is instantaneous and intense, but brief. My clit is oversensitive. I can barely tolerate the uninterrupted hum penetrating my flesh and bones. Moving in an attempt to escape the torturous stimulation doesn’t help. The toy is strapped on too tightly.
After suffering the relentless vibrations for the longest time ever, pleasure starts to build anew. My need climbs. I’m wet, and it only makes it worse. Somehow, the assault on my lower body parts feels more intense, or maybe it’s just because my body is so sensitive after the first orgasm. The need for release rises slowly, driving me to tears. It’s like a rubber band that stretches and stretches. When the tension finally breaks, I’m panting. Unfortunately, this time I hardly feel the release, because the need is as constant now as the unbearable sensitivity of my flesh. My clit throbs, and my folds are swollen. My nipples remain hard. My lower body contracts as another cycle of need commences.
I’m clenching my teeth not to make a sound. I won’t give Maxime the satisfaction. By the time the sun is bright and high, I’m drenched in sweat, and the sheet around my sex is soaked. It hurts to come, but I can’t stop. Every cycle is agonizingly slow, the constant need always outweighing the brief release. It becomes so intense my whole body pulls tight with spasms until my toes curl. My muscles ache. There’s a strange burning sensation on the soles of my feet. My hair sticks to my forehead. When another cruel climax takes over my body, my eyes roll back in my head.
At some point during the afternoon, I’m so exhausted I fall asleep, only to be woken with another release that tears me apart. I don’t know how many times I come, only that when the battery finally hums too weak to wrench more agony from my body, I sink into the mattress with a sob of relief. It’s like falling into a weightless void. It’s only when I’m able relax my muscles for the first time that I realize how tense they’ve been drawn all day. I’m aching all over, but at last I can escape into the blissful reprieve of darkness.
Chapter 9
Maxime
The thought of Zoe coming around a vibrator in my bed is a temptation impossible to resist. I go to my study and lock the door behind me before activating the security camera, letting the image reroute to my laptop. I enable sound, too. I told her not to make noise. I can’t let her get away with anything, not after she pushed an icepick against my heart and broke my skin. Not after the attempt on her life last night. Her obedience is all the more important. As long as she obeys me, I can keep her safe. It’s defiance that opens opportunities for my opponents and puts her at risk.