Page 132 of Merciless

“Fuck you,” I huff, rolling onto my side, so I can sit up.

My shoulders ache and my hands are numb, but I know better than to complain. If begging doesn’t get me anywhere then whining like a little bitch isn’t going to work either.

“Oh, Dove. I do love it when you get all feisty.”

“Yeah, well, you’d be a little pissy too if someone kept you up all night with a remote-control vibrator shoved up your ass.”

“Dude, I thought you put it in her pussy. That’s—”

“I did. She’s just making a point.”

Nodding, JD drops one hand from the mug and pushes it into his pocket. Only a second later, he’s pulling it free again and revealing a small black remote.

“You mean this remote?” he asks, his lips twitching with amusement.

“Don’t,” I warn.

My body is a mess. My muscles are quivering. My pussy is swollen and desperate for a release that fuckhead has kept me on the edge of all night. Although now I watch JD with the remote, I can’t help but wonder if he was in on the whole thing.

His thumb moves, hovering over the button.

“JD,” I warn, but it doesn’t help my cause.

I yelp when the gentle buzzing starts up again.

I’d hoped for a while that I’d get so worked up that even the lowest setting would eventually get me off. But with the constant up and down and one and off, I haven’t managed to get there.

I’m beyond desperate for it now. I’m pretty sure my head is going to explode soon if I don’t find my release.

I narrow my eyes at him as I fight the need to squirm in the hopes of making the vibrations hit the right spot.

Even if I did, they wouldn’t allow it.

“Turn it off,” Reid demands, as if he’s some kind of white knight coming to rescue me.

Like the good little boy that he is, JD immediately does as he’s told and I sag in relief as the buzzing stops.

“Please,” I beg, unable to stop myself, “take it out.”

“But you really seem to be enjoying it,” Reid taunts, making me bare my teeth.

“We brought you a latte,” JD says, pocketing the remote and walking closer.

The scent of the coffee floods my nostrils as he moves toward me. My mouth waters and my stomach growls so loudly, they both smirk.

But I’m not that stupid.

“What’s the trick? Have you drugged it? Poisoned it?”

“It’s not a trick, little dove. Just a latte.”

My eyes dart to Reid when he shifts slightly when JD uses his nickname for me.

“What’s wrong, Big Man? Don’t you like your boy’s name for me?”

His lips thin, but he holds back whatever it is he really wants to say.

“You gonna take her cuffs off or what?” JD barks. “I’ll happily make her watch while I drink this for her, but it wasn’t exactly the idea.”

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