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“Yes,” I gasp, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm.

Suddenly, the vibrations stop, and I cry out in frustration. “Lanz!”

“You’ll have to wait to cum until I decide you can,” he says, his voice firm but laced with amusement.

The idea of him controlling my orgasms sends a jolt of arousal through me, and before I can stop it, I’m cumming, my body convulsing with pleasure. “Lanz, I—I couldn’t help it,” I pant, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He chuckles, the sound dark and delicious. “You’re going to be punished for having an orgasm without my permission.”

The thought of his punishment makes me cum again, my body writhing as pleasure overtakes me. Lanz’s laughter fills the room. “We’re in for a long night, Tyler.”

The phone buzzes in my hand, Lanz’s voice cutting through the haze of my post-orgasm daze. “Your ride’s here. Keep the phone on. Go.”

I glance out the window, my heart pounding. The street is eerily quiet, the kind of late-night stillness that makes every sound feel amplified. The limo sits across the street, sleek and black, its windows tinted to an impenetrable darkness. My stomach twists. He’s going to make me walk out there like this, isn’t he? Exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

“Lanz,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “There’s a car coming. What if someone sees me?”

“Then they’ll see how beautiful you are,” he replies, his tone calm, almost amused. “Now go.”

The cool night air hits my skin as I step outside, the red teddy clinging to me like a second skin. My heels click against the pavement, the sound echoing in the empty street. I feel like I’m in a dream—or maybe a nightmare—every step a mix of terror and exhilaration.

The headlights of the approaching car grow brighter, closer. My pulse races, my legs moving faster. I reach the limo and yank at the door handle, but it doesn’t budge. “Lanz!” I hiss, panic rising in my chest. “It’s locked!”

“Is it?” he says, his voice dripping with mock innocence. The headlights are almost on me now, the engine’s low rumble filling the air. I yank at the handle again, my breath coming in short, frantic gasps.

The door clicks open just as the car passes, and I practically throw myself inside, slamming the door shut behind me. My chest heaves as I collapse onto the plush leather seat, the cool surface a stark contrast to my overheated skin. I glance around, my heart still racing. The limo is empty—no driver, no Lanz, just me and the hum of the engine.

“Where’s the driver?” I ask, my voice shaky.

“You don’t need one,” Lanz replies, his voice smooth and confident. “The AI’s got it covered. And don’t worry—you can scream as loud as you want. No one’s going to hear you.”

I frown, my confusion quickly turning to alarm as the vibrator in my hand suddenly springs to life, buzzing with an intensity that makes me gasp. “Lanz!” I squeal, my body jerking as the vibrations ripple through me.

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?” he purrs, his tone dark and teasing. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Tyler. And naughty girls get punished.”

I bite my lip, my body already responding to the relentless vibrations. “Lanz, I—I can’t?—”

“You can,” he interrupts, his voice firm. “And you will. Now, be a good girl and show me how much you’re enjoying your punishment.”

I moan, my hips bucking against the seat as the vibrations grow stronger. The limo glides through the empty streets, the city lights blurring outside the window. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps.

“Lanz,” I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please…”

“Not yet,” he says. “You’re going to wait until I say so. And when I do, you’re going to scream for me.”

I nod, my fingers digging into the leather seat as I try to hold back the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. The limo turns a corner, the vibrations intensifying with every passing second. I close my eyes, my body writhing as I fight to obey his command.

“Good girl,” Lanz murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “Now, let’s see how loud you can be.”

“Lanz,” I gasp, my voice breaking as the vibrations intensify. “I can’t—I can’t hold on anymore.”

“You can,” he says, voice rock steady, like he’s coaxing a wild animal. “You’re stronger than you think, Tyler. But if you need to let go, I’m here. I’ve got you.”

His words are the final push I need. My back arches off the seat, my fingers clawing at the leather as the orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. I scream, the sound raw and unfiltered, my throat burning as the pleasure rips through me. Wave after wave, each one more intense than the last, until I’m certain I’m going to pass out. My vision blurs, my body convulsing, and for a moment, I’m weightless, untethered, floating in a sea of pure ecstasy.

When I finally come back to myself, I’m panting, my chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat. The vibrator falls from my hand, landing on the seat with a soft thud. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, but in the best possible way.

“Good girl,” Lanz murmurs, his voice warm and approving. “You did so well, Tyler. I’m proud of you.”