Page 86 of Vow to Hate You

“Is that so hard to believe?”

I opened my mouth, only to close it again. He broke our stare to grab the waistband of his sweatpants, kicking them off. My eyes tracked his movements when he reached for the nightstand, and I sucked in a breath when I spotted the small wand vibrator in his hand. He guided it between my spread thighs as I sat on top of him, and when the vibrations hit my clit, I jerked in the cuffs. His other hand went back to my hip, making sure I couldn’t squirm away.

“Shit,” I choked out, the relentless vibrations quickly making my pleasure build. He pushed a button on the wand, and it only got stronger. I’d used vibrators in the past, but never one so powerful. It wouldn’t take long at all for me to reach a climax.

Until he pulled the wand away from my clit. My eyes cut to his, and I pressed my lips together when it dawned on me that he had this entire thing planned out. My heart pounded as he tilted his head, as if waiting to see if I’d argue. I wasn’t getting an orgasm until he wanted to give me one.

His finger replaced the wand, rubbing my clit with a feather-light touch just like he did at his club the night I’d snuck in. I breathed out a moan, staying raised on my knees to give him better access. While it wasn’t instant satisfaction like the toy, it was just as good. Slow waves of bliss rolled through me as his soft strokes grew firmer.

He didn’t stop until I was squirming on top of him, hovering near the edge. Before I could crash over, he trailed his finger over my pussy before sliding it inside me.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he informed me, desire thick in his voice. “Now you’re ready.”

I stared down at him, my pussy still throbbing with need. “Ready for what?”

“Fuck me, Talie,” he ordered. “Like you wanted.”

He didn’t offer any help, but from the challenge filling his gaze, that was the point. Raising higher on my knees, I moved back slightly, my ass rubbing against the smooth metal of the cage. I glanced down, realizing there was no way I’d be able to sit on him at this angle, and it was impossible to readjust with my arms bound behind me.

With a chuckle, he let the toy drop on the mattress next to him before reaching under me to grab his trapped cock, angling it upward.

“Sit on me,” he said, his voice tight.

I hesitated, my curiosity burning. After teasing him for the last three days, there was no doubt he was going to do the same to me. I had a feeling I was going to love it as much as hate it. I slowly lowered myself down, sucking in a breath as he filled me. The rigid metal sliding inside me was foreign, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.

“Fucking hell.” A strangled groan left him while he grabbed my hips, pushing me down until he filled me. “I knew this would be torture—but fuck. Feeling your wet cunt and unable to do a goddamn thing about it? Now I know what my personal hell is.”

I blew out a breathless laugh, rocking against him. “You did this to yourself.”

Without answering, he reached for the toy again, returning it to my clit. I hissed out a breath, the vibrations instantly causing heat to tighten my lower stomach. I rolled my hips, frustration mixing in with the pleasure as I fought against the cuffs, keeping my arms trapped. There was no way to move how I needed when I couldn’t use my arms. A moan escaped me as he kept the wand firmly against my clit.

“Ride me,” he demanded roughly. “You wanted your sweet pussy to suffocate me in this cage. Yet, you’re not moving.”

“I’m trying. If you hadn’t bound my arms, it would be much easier,” I complained, my eyes darting to his.

His smirk was sinful. “I know.”

I threw my head back when the vibrations grew stronger. My grinding against his caged cock wasn’t going to bring me to the edge, but the toy would. Waves of bliss washed over me, growing stronger and stronger. But it all ebbed away when the vibrations grew sporadic, stopping and going at different rhythms.

“Damian,” I whimpered, glancing down at him. “Keep it on high.”

He tsked, a devious gleam in his gaze. “No. I want to see you make a mess on my trapped cock without a toy doing the work.But I’ll help. By coaxing you to the edge again and again…for however long it takes.”

My pulse thudded wildly as I scowled at him. But my anger diminished as he pushed the toy to my pussy again. My body buzzed from the sensations, and I rocked my hips, chasing the release I was desperately craving. My chest heaved and my eyes fluttered closed as I got closer until he pulled the toy away—again.

“You’re not moving,” he taunted, his free hand landing on my hip to prevent me from raising off him. “Is my cock not good enough for you when it’s locked up, Talie?”

I scoffed between heavy breaths. “All I need is for you to hold the damn toy in place.”

“Like this?” he mused, brushing the wand over my clit, keeping the vibrations too light to do anything but tease me.

A frustrated cry left me when he brought me to the edge again, only for him to stop before building me back up. I bounced on his caged cock, but it wasn’t anywhere near enough.

“I can’t,” I panted, twisting my wrists in the leather restraints. “Not at this angle.”

“Need help?”

“Yes,” I bit out, not caring what I said as long as I got my orgasm.

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