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Scott’s building was one of those gleaming towers that screamed money and power. The doorman nodded respectfully as I gave Scott’s name and apartment number, and the elevator that whisked me to the penthouse floor felt like ascending to judgment.
The door to Scott’s apartment opened before I could knock. He stood there in dark jeans and a charcoal sweater that made his eyes look even more intense than usual. For a moment we just stared at each other, the air between us electric with tension.
Then, without warning, he pulled me against him. His mouth crashed down on mine with a hunger that stole my breath. One hand tangled in my hair while the other pressed against my lower back, holding me tight against his body. I could feel his arousal through his jeans, pressing against my belly, and I whimpered into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders.
The kiss was nothing like the controlled interactions we’d had in his office. This was raw, desperate, consuming. His tongue claimed my mouth with the same possessive intensity he’d shown when claiming my body. I melted against him, my legs going weak as waves of need crashed through me. The belt seemed to pulse down there, a cruel reminder of my enforced chastity even as every other part of me was on fire.
When he finally pulled back, holding me at arm’s length, we were both breathing hard. His hands gripped my upper arms, and I could see him fighting for control.
“I hadn’t meant to do that,” he said, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “But Christ, Grace, when I saw you standingthere in that dress… I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want to help myself.”
My lips felt swollen, tingling from his kiss. “I… I didn’t mind,” I whispered, then immediately flushed at the inadequacy of the words. Didn’t mind? I’d nearly come just from his kiss, despite the belt’s imprisonment.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Come in before I do something else I hadn’t planned.”
He stepped back, and I entered his apartment on unsteady legs. The space was exactly what I’d expected and yet nothing like it—modern and masculine, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a spectacular view of the city lights. But there were surprising touches of warmth too: rich leather furniture, bookshelves lined with well-worn volumes, artwork that suggested actual taste rather than mere investment.
“You look beautiful,” he said, closing the door behind me. His eyes traveled slowly down my body, lingering on the way the wrap dress clung to my curves. “That color suits you.”
“Thank you,” I managed, hyperaware of how the silk felt against my skin, how naked I was beneath it except for the belt. “Your apartment is lovely.”
“Lovelier with you in it, my adorable little fuck toy.”
CHAPTER 19
Scott
I watched, my eyes narrowing a little, as Grace absorbed the degradation of being called afuck toyfor the first time. Her face transformed through a spectrum of emotions—shock, humiliation, and then something deeper that made my cock stir. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted slightly, and I could see her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. The burgundy dress seemed to highlight the flush spreading down from her cheeks to her chest.
“I…” she started, then stopped, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The gesture was unconscious, nervous, and utterly captivating.
“You’re struggling with that term, I can see,” I observed, moving closer to her. “But your body is telling me everything I need to know. Just from looking at you, I know that the need between your legs just spiked significantly.” I pulled out my phone, showing her the real-time data from her belt’s sensors. “See? The moment I called you my fuck toy, the temperature of yoursweet little cunt increased, and the moisture down there is out of control.”
She looked at the screen, her face burning even brighter. “That’s… that’s not fair. You can see everything.”
“Of course I can see everything,” I said, pocketing the phone. “That’s the point, Grace. That’s the way I want it. You have no secrets from me. Not your body’s responses, not your deepest shames, not your most desperate needs.” I traced a finger along her jawline, feeling her tremble. “And you love it, deep down where even you can’t really believe it. You love being exposed, being known, being owned.”
“I don’t—” she began, but I gripped the back of her neck gently, though with enough tension to let her feel my strength, and put my thumb firmly over her lips.
“Don’t lie to me. Or to yourself.” I let my hand drift down a little to rest against her throat, not squeezing, just reminding her of my control. “You’ve spent two days locked in that belt, watching Leah submit to increasingly degrading acts, and your arousal hasn’t decreased. If anything, the frustration has made you more responsive. More honest about what you really want.”
I guided her further into the apartment, my hand on the small of her back. She moved like she was in a dream, or perhaps a nightmare she didn’t want to wake from. The dining table was already set—candles, wine, the works. I’d ordered from her favorite restaurant, information gleaned from her corporate profile.
“Sit,” I commanded, pulling out a chair. She lowered herself carefully, and I didn’t miss the way she winced slightly as the belt pressed against her.
I poured wine for both of us, watching her over the rim of my glass as I took a sip. “Tell me about your work on the trailers.”
She seemed grateful for the shift to professional topics, though her voice remained unsteady. “I’ve identified a bunch of key moments from the first two episodes. The clips focus on… I guess you could call it the corruption arc—Leah’s transformation from innocent bride to eager submissive.”
“And the wedding night footage?”
Her fingers tightened on her wineglass. “I… I haven’t finished those yet. I found it…” Her eyes dropped to her plate and she swallowed visibly before she raised her gaze again to meet mine, her cheeks flushing. “It was really difficult to concentrate after you called.”
“Because you knew you’d be seeing me,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “Because you knew you were going to get fucked like Leah tonight.”
Grace
To my horror, I clenched hard at Scott’s matter-of-fact assessment of my shameful thoughts and feelings—the burning need I couldn’t deny, much as I would have liked to. A little gulping, whimpering sob escaped my chest.
