Page 71 of The Toy Maker

“Yes,” I managed to breathe just as the vibrations inside me grew stronger.

I was so busy trying to hold back the waves of pleasure, I didn’t see the remote he had in his hands. A moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

“Yes what?” he pressed.

I swallowed, struggling to focus as the pleasure coiled tighter in my stomach. “Yes, sir,” I finally said. His cock twitched as the words left my lips.

He stepped closer, joining me with something silver in his palm. When his hands reached for my nipples, I braced myself. The sharp sting of the clamps sent a jolt through my body, but I stayed still, allowing him to place them while I bit back another moan.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his praise only making me crave him more.

My determination not to beg wavered with each brush of his hand against my clit. I pulled against my restraints, my body writhing under his control.

“Look at you,” he said, “So desperate already.”

He was right. I was obsessed with his touch, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet. If that was any indication, I’d be a mindless puddle before the night was over.

Jason stroked me until I was teetering on the brink of an orgasm, the pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable. It was different than before, when he tested his toys on me. My eyes met his. His touch was gentle, but possessive.

“Careful,” he warned, his smirk deepening. “I didn’t say you could finish.”

I let out a frustrated whimper, my resolve slipping. My hips jerked, signaling the start of my orgasm, and without warning, he stopped.

The sparks subsided quickly, leaving me with a hollow pleasure.

Fuck.He ruined it on purpose.

Before I could protest, and get myself into a world of trouble, the door at the top of the stairs creaked and a Domme walked in.

Her emerald-green corset pushed her boobs nearly up to her chin, and fishnet stockings wrapped around her long legs. “We need this room in an hour. Big party,” she said to Jason.

Being found chained up, naked, and visibly desperate while she ignored me entirely only deepened my vulnerability. My cheeks burned as I squirmed against the pipe, my restraints keeping me on full display. The humiliation stung sharper than the clamps on my nipples.

Jason straightened, leaving me bound. He met her at the bottom of the stairs, their conversation low enough that I couldn’t make out the words. My chest heaved as I watched them, wishing that somehow I could cover up.

When they finished, the Domme handed Jason a key, her gaze shifting to me with a sneer. “Try not to get your tears on my equipment, slut.”

I bit my lip, holding back any retort as the door shut behind her. Jason turned back to me, his eyes sweeping over my naked body, lingering on the clamps and my parted thighs. He grinned in approval.

“Where were we?” he asked, like he hadn’t just been interrupted.

The sight of him standing there, calm and in complete control, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through me. I wanted more, and I wanted all of him.

TWENTY-SIX

Waiting was the worst part;Jason’s eyes drank in every insignificant move I made. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine, making it impossible to relax. The only sound breaking the silence was the jingling of keys as he swung them casually from his fingers.

The rhythmic clinking was hypnotic, and my imagination ran wild with what he might do next as I fought to stay calm. I must have been a sight to behold, completely immobile, exposed, and utterly at his mercy.

As if sensing my spiraling thoughts, Jason finally moved, closing the distance between us and unhooking the chain from the pipes.

He led me by the chain, the cool metal brushing against my skin, to the table across the room. Without hesitation, he swept everything off its surface with one motion, the toys scattering onto the floor. “Bend over,” he ordered.

No please or thank you.His mother must be so proud, I thought wryly, though the sarcasm barely registered against the heat pooling in my stomach.

But manners were the furthest thing from my mind when I glanced up at him. His eyes locked onto mine, assessing my hesitation.

“Are you refusing?” he asked, tilting his head, as if daring me to test him.