Page 31 of The Toy Maker

“You know what I mean,” I moaned, my back arching involuntarily as the vibrations from the toy danced up my spine, sending sparks of heat through every nerve ending.

“I’ll pay you extra if you test it for longer than two minutes.”

“Is that a bribe?” I breathed, my chest rising and falling with each shaky gasp. The toy was relentless, hitting every sweet spot with brutal precision.

“It’s an offer,” he said simply.

My thighs trembled as my core clenched, each pulse of pleasure ratcheting higher, closer to the edge. “Fine,” I hissed through my teeth, “but no more than ten minutes.”

“Good.” His voice was almost gentle, though his eyes flicked lower, drinking me in. I was flushed, desperate, and caught somewhere between bliss and frustration. He turned toward the door, hand already on the knob. “I’ll go get us that coffee.”

“What?” My voice cracked into a half-whimper, half-laugh as my body writhed beneath the toy’s merciless rhythm. “You’re leaving me like this?”

“Enjoy the orgasms,” he teased.

The first wave of pleasure crashed over me the second I was alone, my hips bucking against the toy like my body had been starving for it all along.

I bit down hard on my lip, cursing his name through clenched teeth when the next climax hit faster than I could recover from the first. The man was evil—and I was completely at his mercy.

THIRTEEN

By the timethe door creaked open, I was barely capable of forming a single coherent thought. My body was trembling, my skin damp with sweat, and every nerve ending felt raw and frayed.

Jason walked in with all the urgency of someone returning from a casual errand, two cups of coffee in his hands from the coffee shop down the street.

“Are you serio—” My attempt at outrage was cut off by another shocking climax, my back arching, my breath leaving me in a desperate, broken moan. My fingers clawed at the slippery sheets, grasping at anything to ground myself as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me.

Jason watched as I moaned and clung to anything I could get my hands on.

A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face as he finally reached for the restraints, his fingers brushing against my wrists. “Alright,” he said with a chuckle. “Did you have a good time?”

His touch sent another jolt through me, an electric current that had nothing to do with the toy still tormenting me. I wantedto glare at him, to summon every ounce of fury I had left, but my body betrayed me once more.

Because when he leaned in, his face barely inches from mine, I shattered all over again.

I clung to him, nails digging into the muscles of his back as desperate, humiliating moans spilled past my lips. “S-stop,” I choked out, my body shaking from the overstimulation.

After the overwhelming sensations subsided, I was more embarrassed than angry. And I was still plenty angry.

And yet, when the sensations finally dulled, when the overwhelming pleasure gave way to reality, I realized something even worse than my anger.

I missed it.

The heat of it. The loss of control. The way Jason’s eyes never left me, the way he watched me fall apart.

Shame burned through me, but it only stoked the flames of my rage.

Jason didn’t move at first, his eyes boring into mine, and I couldn’t figure out if he was angry or as mortified as I was. His jaw locked into place.

His fingers lingered between my trembling thighs, pressing against my slick skin, and I nearly lost myself again. I had to bite my lip to keep from whispering a plea for something I wasn’t even sure I wanted.

Finally, his voice cut through the charged silence. “Nine.”

I blinked. “What?”

“That’s how many times you came in an hour.”

An hour.