Page 129 of On a Fault Line

Collins presses a kiss to my forehead and then my nose. If he calls me adorable, I may attack him. He then pulls out my backup outfit from the bag, consisting of a red, white, and blue striped sundress.

I guess I did bring an obscene amount of outfits. I think I just bought too many festive ones, and with this being the last big holiday of summer, I am running out of time to wear them without it looking weird.

“Arms up.”

So he’s just going to ignore that I’m melting away right in front of his eyes. Is that what’s going on right now?

“I can’t.”

“Youcan. And you will.”

I shake my head no, which causes Collins to laugh. Then I jump into his arms as he triggers the higher setting on the toy buzzing between my legs.

It’s like he’s electrocuting me.

Bastard.

I go boneless and struggle to get my legs to hold my weight, and just when I think I’ll combust, all the sensations stop.

My body sags against Collins, as I try to catch my breath.

And somehow during all of this commotion, he managed to get my bra on and the dress over my head.

Wizard.

“Ready to go back out to the party?”

“I can’t.” I pout out my bottom lip. “That sounds like torture.”

“It will be invigorating.”

“I can’t,” I repeat, my tone a bit more urgent.

That has definitely been the theme of this little detour… Thinking I can’t, when clearly Collins had other expectations.

“You are forbidden from orgasming, no matter what you feel while we are out there”—he gestures toward the window—“having fun.”

“What happens if I can’t resist?”

“Then you get punished.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “That doesn’t seem fair at all. I should at least get a prize for accomplishing the challenge.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“If I do as I’m told and be your good girl, then”—I jolt as he hits the remote suddenly to send a shock to my core—“stop that!” I hit him on the arm that is controlling the next hour of my life, and he relents. “You are having way too much fun with a little bit of control.”

“I am,” he agrees. “Now what were you saying, Princess?”

“If I win, we have date night at Limit-X.”

“No.”

I frown. “Oh, c’mon.”

“No.”

“Just don’t lose.”

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