Page 110 of Risks of Temptation

My insides shake, and I stare at the woman's eyes in the painting across from me.

Music begins to play. It's soft at first. A vibration buzzes inside me. The tail of the egg strokes my clit. The stifling air doesn't move. I instantly want to relax and succumb to the feeling stirring inside of me.

New sweat pellets break out on my skin. The music thumps quicker. Voices mix with it. I think I'm imagining things, but the sounds of women moaning and men grunting echo around me.

Blood pounds in every cell of my body, mixing with adrenaline, making my body hum. I whimper. "Oh God."

The vibrations speed up. The tail begins to smack my clit, then rub it, then hit it again.

I get dizzy. "Oh...oh..."

My ass vibrates, and I jump. I had forgotten about the plug.

It's too much. The intensity and heat are impossible to deal with. I begin to beg and let myself fall over the cliff. The moment endorphins hit me, the vibrations all stop. The tail freezes in mid-air.

My chest heaves. The woman's pain-ridden, lust-filled eyes stare at me. The air-conditioning turns on, and the vent above me shoots a stream of fresh air onto my hot skin.

Everything starts again. My nipples pucker. My body becomes a scorching, sweaty object I'm useless at controlling. I come almost instantly, and once again, everything stops the moment my orgasm hits.

For hours, I try to control my whimpers and begs and orgasms. Hatred toward Bernadette grows. I may have told her to train me, but this is cruel. It's worse when my orgasms hit me, and she stops it. So I work harder and harder to not.

Bernadette only increases the intensity of everything. Everything feels more extreme, and so does my reaction. I begin to thrash around, and the spikes in the cuffs dig into my wrists. When Bernadette finally comes back, I think the torture is over.

It's just beginning.

A chain connects two nipple clamps. She puts them on me. The leash-looking object with the ball gets positioned over my face. The ball is pushed into my mouth, and I'm gagged. She puts a chain through the nipple clamp and hooks it at the top so it's taut. Then she puts a clamp on my clit and repositions the whale's tail over it. "Every time you move, you will feel this."

"Please," I beg, with tears streaming down my cheeks, but it comes out muffled from the ball.

Time passes. Every writhe sends sensations through my breasts and pain into my wrists. The tail doesn't rub anymore. It only smacks, sending new sensations through me. Bernadette comes back in and the clamps and the ball gag are removed. I beg Bernadette to release me. She leaves, and more torture begins.

When the sun starts to rise, I'm crying and begging, and she finally lets me come without ending it.

My orgasm is intense and ricochets through my body. When it begins to break, the vibrations increase again, and I spasm into another one. I lose track of how many times I come. Dizzy, exhausted, and wanting everything to stop, I beg for everything to end.

I'm only tortured more.

Everything slows, but I'm still quivering. The door opens. Bernadette removes the egg and anal plug. She releases my restraints.

"Go shower. Then you will eat and sleep."

I don't argue. When I stand, I'm wobbly, and she helps me to the bathroom.

I want to stay under the hot water for a long time, but the man's eyes stare down, watching me. I finish, dry off, and go out to the bedroom. There's a tray of eggs, bacon, and toast, along with water and orange juice. Bernadette is gone. A note lies on the tray.

Emilia,

Crush this ice packet and sleep with it between your legs. Take the anti-inflammatory, too.

Bernadette

I eat and drink everything,swallow the pills, then crush up the ice pack. I avoid looking at the man's eyes, unwrap my towel, and climb into bed. I'm exhausted but can't sleep.

I don't know what I've gotten myself into. I can't seem to remember why I had to do this. Malin's warnings trying to talk me out of it repeat over and over. All I want is for him to come in and hold me. To kiss me and tell me everything will be all right.

But he doesn't.

Every training session I have with Bernadette makes me hate her more. Then she will be nice to me, showing me the woman I met on the plane, and I get confused.