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“There we go,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against my clit again. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

He starts slow, the vibrations gentle and teasing.

I squirm, trying to press against him for more, but he holds me in place with one hand on my hip.

The intensity increases gradually, the vibrations shifting from a gentle hum to a more insistent thrum.

My back arches, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as he teases me mercilessly.

He changes the pattern, the vibe rotating and pulsing in ways that make my toes curl. My clit throbs, the sensations building to a fever pitch, but just as I’m on the edge, he pulls back, reducing the intensity. I groan in frustration, my body trembling with the need for release.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice firm but tinged with amusement. “You’re not ready.”

I whine around the gag, my hips jerking instinctively, but he holds me still. He’s in complete control, and he knows it. The vibrations shift again, this time a steady, maddening pulse that keeps me teetering on the edge but never lets me fall.

I’m a mess, writhing under his touch, my body aching for release. But he’s relentless, his gaze locked on mine as he watches me unravel. He knows every inch of my body, every reaction, every tell. I’m not going to cum until he says so, and he’s clearly not ready yet.

All I can do is ride the wave of sensations, my body trembling under his expert touch. He’s in control, and I’m powerless to do anything but obey.

The vibrations on the vibe and clamps shift to a low, erratic hum, enough to keep me simmering but not enough to push me over.

I whimper into the gag, confused and restless, as Raekon slides a knee-length overcoat over my shoulders.

The fabric brushes against my bare skin, and I shiver, both from the sensation and from the knowledge that he’s about to take me out in public like this.

The coat hides the harness, the restraints, my nakedness—but not the way my body trembles with every step.

He adjusts a cotton face mask over my nose and mouth, the straps of the ball gag still faintly visible beneath it. My heart pounds, my cheeks flushing with heat as the reality of this situation sinks in. He’s really going to do this.

The limo pulls to a stop outside a 24-hour grocery store, the fluorescent lights spilling onto the pavement.

Raekon helps me out, his arm draped over my shoulders with casual possession.

His hand slips into his pocket, and I feel the vibrations on the clamps and vibe notch up just enough to make my knees wobble.

I bite down on the gag, muffling a moan as he guides me inside.

The store is quiet, the late hour leaving only a few scattered patrons.

A sleepy cashier leans against the counter, but her eyes flick up as we enter.

She zeroes in on my empty coat sleeves, the way I walk stiffly with my arms pinned behind my back.

Her brow arches, but she says nothing, and I’m both relieved and mortified.

Raekon grabs a handheld basket and steers me down the aisles, the vibrations humming softly, teasingly.

I’m hyper-aware of every step, every brush of the coat against my thighs.

He pauses in the produce section, and I freeze as he cranks the vibrations up a notch.

I freeze, my body tensing, as an Asian woman browsing apples glances over at us.

I clamp my jaw down on the gag, my legs trembling as I fight to stay silent.

The woman’s eyes narrow in curiosity, her gaze flicking to the way I bend at the waist, my coat riding up to expose flashes of bare skin.

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away.

I can’t tell if she’s scandalized or fascinated.

Raekon smirks, shifting the basket to his other hand as he leads me out of the aisle. Once we’re alone in the international foods section, he turns the vibrations up to their highest setting. My knees buckle, but he catches me, his arm a solid band around my waist.

“Cum for me, little flower,” he commands, his voice low and dark in my ear.

I can’t hold back anymore. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body thrashing as I suck in ragged breaths through the mask and gag.

My moans are deep, guttural, muffled but unmistakable.

I bump into a shelf, sending packages of rice tumbling to the floor, some of them bursting open.

Raekon holds me steady, his grip firm as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

The cashier pokes her head around the corner, her eyes wide. “Everything okay?”

“All good,” Raekon replies cheerfully, his tone light and unconcerned. I’m still shivering in his arms, my body pulsing with aftershocks, and the cashier gives me a small, knowing smile before disappearing again.

Raekon brushes a stray strand of hair from my face, his expression a mix of smug satisfaction and something softer.

“You’re exquisite when you fall apart for me,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing my cheekbone.

I can’t respond, but I don’t need to. The look in his eyes says it all. I’m his, and he’s never letting me go.

Raekon’s fingers brush against a bottle of warming KY jelly in the aisle, and he tosses it into the basket with a smirk.

My eyes widen behind the mask, a muffled protest caught in my throat.

Next comes a box of condoms, the shiny packaging glaring under the fluorescent lights.

My cheeks burn. He’s not even going to use them—he’s just doing this to humiliate me further.

He adds a bottle of massage oil, a set of silk restraints, and something called “Euphoric Climax Serum” to the growing pile. My stomach twists with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. The cashier is going to see all of this. Everyone in the store is going to see it.

Raekon turns to me, his red eyes gleaming. “Ready to check out, little flower?”

I try to shake my head, but he just chuckles and steers me toward the register.

The cashier, a bored-looking woman with a neon pink streak in her hair, scans the items without comment—until she gets to the condoms. Her brow quirks, and she glances at Raekon, then at me.

I’m hunched over, my arms bound behind me, the coat barely hiding my nakedness.

“Busy night?” she asks, her tone dry but not unkind.

“Just getting started,” Raekon replies, his voice smooth and unbothered.

As she bags the items, he casually turns the vibe in my pussy and the clamps on my nipples to their highest setting. My legs nearly buckle, a soft whimper escaping around the gag. The cashier’s eyes flick to me, her lips twitching in amusement.

“Something wrong, honey?” she asks, though her tone suggests she knows exactly what’s wrong.

Before I can react, Raekon cranks the vibrations up to max. My knees give out, and I crash into the counter, the clamps buzzing furiously, the vibe a relentless rhythm inside me. The cashier’s eyes widen, her cheeks flushing as she realizes what’s happening.

“Have a nice night,” Raekon says, his tone cheerful as he scoops me up with one arm and grabs the bag with the other.

The cashier stares, her mouth hanging open, as Raekon carries me out of the store. My legs dangle, the coat flapping open to reveal my bare ass and the vibe still humming away. A man in the parking lot nearly drops his cart as he sees us.

Raekon tosses me into the back of the limo, the door slamming shut behind us. He grabs the lapels of the coat and rips it open, buttons flying like shrapnel. My body is exposed, trembling, the clamps still buzzing, the vibe still working its magic.

“Now,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous, “you will give ME pleasure.”