Page 90 of Beyond the Spotlight Discreet Version

“Now what?”

“Now... read it. Out loud.”

I grab the vibrator as she talks about one of the love interests going down on the female main character. I crawl between her legs, spreading them wide, and push a button to turn the toy on.

She stops reading, her eyes widening at the sound.

“I didn’t say stop.”

I lower the round head to her clit and press it down hard enough to garner a whimper from her as the vibrations massage and coax her pleasure to the surface. Her words are strained as she continues reading, her breathing becoming labored.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” she hums and bites her lip.

“Keep reading.”

She goes on and gets to a part mentioning nipple play.

Perfect.

She whines when I suddenly pull the vibrator away so I can grab the clamps from the dresser.

“You said you’ve never used these before?”

She nods.

“It might be too much. If that’s the case, I’ll need you to say your safe word, okay? Tell me what it is again.”

“Boundaries.”

“Good girl. Now... keep reading.”

She lifts the book so I can have access to her breasts. I carefully put the first clamp on as she reads words about sucking, flicking, and biting down on the hardened tips. She inhales sharply when the clamp closes but the blush across her cheeks deepens. Once I have the other one in place, I reward her with a small tug on the chain connecting the clamps.

“Fuck,” she screams and tries to grab her breasts. I slap her hands away.

“Was that good or bad?”

“Good. Fuck, it was good.”

“That’s my girl.”

I return to between her legs and turn the vibrator back on.

“Read.”

Another man has joined the sex scene in the book and while one plays with the FMC’s pussy, the other fucks her mouth. When the vibrator hits Savannah’s clit this time, at full strength, she bucks off the bed. I splay my hand over her lower stomach, holding her down. She’s still reading, obedient as ever, but her words jumble.

She’s getting close.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so. Do you understand, Savannah?”

She whimpers—my favorite sound—but nods her head in agreement.

I massage the vibrator in circles over her clit and slide two fingers inside her at the same time the character in the book does. She arches off the bed again, but I’m out of hands to push her back down. My fingers fuck her slowly, certainly torturing her.

She stops reading. “Reynold, please.”