Page 45 of Tickled Pink

“Why? Do you have a request?”

“Maybe.”

Metal clangs above my head, but I don’t fight it as cold bracelets latch to my wrists. I kiss him back between words, submitting.

“What is it?” I ask.

He leaves my cuffed hands and caressing down my body again. “Thaddy.”

I crack up. “Shut the fuck up!”

“I’m serious!” He laughs with me. “I think it could be hot.”

“I’m not calling you Thaddy.”

He grunts before attacking my neck with tiny bites. “Oh, it sounds good already.”

“No way.”

He reaches into the top drawer of his bedside table. I open my eyes, curious as he returns to his place between my legs. His cock rests spent between us, but he angles my legs wide open again.

“What are you doing?” I ask, too weak myself to do a damn thing.

“Oh, you’re going to call me Thaddy.”

The quiet room erupts with a buzzing sound, and I realize what he took from his drawer.

“Thad—“

Too late.

He touches the vibration to my clit, sending powerful shocks through my core. I gasp in surprise and his other hand clamps down on my mouth. I pull against my restraints, but my wrists are locked in place above my head. Thad holds me down, firm and dominating, while the vibrator does… exactly what it was made to do.

I moan. I scream. I mewl. My thighs jolt and my nipples bead. Pleasure rolls from my head to my toes, teasing another orgasm just out of reach. It doesn’t take long for the tension to break and my entire body arches off the bed. My cuffs clank against the headboard. My toes curl. My pussy surges with fresh moisture. I rub against his hard body pressed against mine, that damn vibrator still laser-targeted at my clit.

Thad offers some reprieve. He angles the vibrator away and removes his hand from my mouth.

“Who am I?” he asks, sinking into his sexy growl again.

I catch my breath, and smile. “No,” I say.

Thad kisses his teeth. “Bad girl.”

He places the vibrator against my clit again, this time pressing it harder into my flesh.

I release a gasping shriek, the throbbing pleasure overwhelming me. Thad leans into it, forcefully holding me in place.

“Thad—“ I whine, gripped with passion. “I—“

“Say it once,” he teases.

I shake my head, playfully defiant.

“Phoebe.”

“No.”

He turns the knob on the vibrator, increasing the intensity. Truthfully, I thought it was already on full blast.

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