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Time for some magic. I turned off the toy and she made a sound of complaint at the loss of the sensation.

“I want you to listen very carefully to the sound of my voice, okay? I’m going to give you a very, very nice orgasm. But you are going to do everything I say. You can do that for me, can’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good. That’s my girl.” ThenI let my voice carry her away.

Chapter 43

Iwoke up the nextmorning with the cuffs still on; they weren’t secured above my head, just buckled around my wrists. They were so pretty, with the black leather with purple embossing, and brushed silver hardware. How had he known that purple was my favorite color? Maybe he asked Alex.

I should text her. I should text all of them.I’d gotten a few messages from Sophie and Mark and Cat while I’d been up here, but I sucked at replying. Out of sight, out of mind, and all that other ADHD stuff.

I laid in bed for a few minutes, rubbing my eyes and trying to remember what happened last night. He had put that damn toy inside me, teased me while we’d sat on the couch, letting me feel his erection pushing into my stomach, his big hands on my body keeping me in place. Then he’d brought me back to bed, turned the toy off, and... and what? Why couldn’t I remember?

I tried hard. He had promised me a good orgasm, and I knew I’d had one. I felt amazing even now. I remembered this beautiful, fuzzy, floating feeling, like subspace, where nothing mattered but listening to him, and then the toy turning back on... and I cried out, twitching and thrusting against it as my whole body exploded. But what had he done?

I reached down and felt myself. No belt, thank God. I was supposed to go back to Cullowhee today anyway. He wouldn’t have locked me up.

My inner thighs were coated in my sticky and partially dried cum from last night, and I felt myself getting wet again at the memory of the powerful orgasm he’d forced on me.But what had he done?I remembered the feeling, but not how I got there. I couldn’t help but gently circle my clit with my fingertip at the memory of the mind-melting orgasm he’d given me.

The bedroom door flew open and I jerked my head around to look at him. Reuben stood there in his usual outfit, which I was pretty sure was the only thing he owned. His eyebrows lowered and his eyes narrowed when he saw me look back at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing...”

He knew exactly what I was doing. He didn’t like it, but he clearly didn’t want to pick that battle this morning. “Get up. Breakfast is ready.”

He didn’t shut the door until I got up and proved I wasn’t going to masturbate. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and came out into the dining room.

“What happened last night?” I asked.

“What do you remember?” He set a small plate of one egg and a piece of toast in front of me. I tried to eat some of it but my stomach was a little queasy, so I just sipped my coffee.

I told him what I remembered. He smirked. “Sounds about right. I turned the toy back on and you came... just like I told you to.” He met my gaze. I could see a flicker of the dark cravings he buried most of the time trying to push to the surface.

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