Constantino left Laila and me in his b**m room, chained up to the walls with vibrators stuffed deep inside ourselves. I grasped the chains in my fists and clutched them tightly. We had been here for what must’ve been over an hour now, coming over and over again.
Every vibration from the vibrator thrust me higher and higher. I threw my head back and glanced at the wall-length mirror on the side of the room, knowing that it probably wasn’t a regular mirror, but a way for Constantino to watch us while we came, to control the vibrators and give or take away pleasure anytime he wanted.
My p***y tightened, and I moaned loudly. Wave after wave of delight rushed through my body from my core, making my limbs tingle and my mind numb. And while I would’ve taken the vibrator away if I’d had control,
