SOPHIE’S POV
The vibrator clicked alive again, its sharp, hungry buzz filling the air like a threat. My stomach twisted, my legs trembling against the restraint.
My eyes widened. “No—”
“Yes.” His voice was steel.
The toy slammed against my swollen c**t, the pressure so ruthless my scream tore out of me without thought. The vibration wasn’t pleasure—it was an assault, a flood of sensation that left no escape. My hips bucked desperately, trying to escape the pressure, but his hand was iron, holding me down. His other hand gripped my thigh so hard his fingers carved bruises into my skin.
“Beg,” he ordered.
My throat broke on the word. “I—please—”
“Louder.”
“Please! Please, I can’t—”
“You’ll come when I say, not before.” His command lashed me deeper than the vibration did.
Just as my
