CHAPTER TWELVE
Marni
I’ve worn the chastity belt for three, f*****g weeks—although, I really should be wearing a “No f*****g Allowed” sign around my neck, because that is what I get. Actually, that is not quite true, Charlie has f****d my ass every night since he first locked the blasted belt around me.
I have no freedom to play with my body—or get off, unless Charlie lets me.
At night, when I’m free of the belt, he cuffs my hands and feet, then chains me to the bed. You’d think that the sound of my clanging about would wake him when he sleeps with me, but he snores right through the noise. I lie awake with a pulsing crotch, feeling desperate to hump something, anything. Once, in the dead of night, I even managed to get the covers into enough of a bundle to try that. Charlie seemed to
