He stood up and went down to the basement room, returning with a box. Master Alex took a vibrator out of it and turned it on. It had a rounded, warm tip and a long, comfortable handle. I had felt it on my body that very first night in the basement. He held it out to me.
“I want you to lie on the table now and bring yourself to orgasm.”
The table. Right here. Right now. In front of him.
I didn’t move.
Everything inside me tightened—not from fear, but from something more complicated. From the way he was looking at me so calmly, as if this were the most ordinary request.
I took the vibrator, but he didn’t let go of it.
“Shame is what keeps you from enjoying life. Try to let it go.”
Easy to say.
I looked at his hand over mine—warm, steady. He wasn’t rushing me. He was waiting.
I didn’
