Page 9 of Playing with Trouble

“Are you ready to be a good girl and say ‘please, sir’ and beg nicely for that orgasm I know you want?”

I gave him a menacing look, the gag distorting the sound I forced out.It was meant to befuck you, but it came out a desperate, guttural groan.

He chuckled, the sound amused.“Suit yourself,” he said, and pressed the remote.

The vibrator roared back to life, stronger this time, and the pleasure tore a strangled sound from me.My back arched off the table as the toy thrummed deep inside my pussy, hitting that sensitive spot again and again until I thought I’d lose my mind.

“Look at you,” Ford murmured, voice low, steady, and too fucking calm while I was anything but.“Squirming.Shaking.And you still want to tell me you’re not turned on?”

I shook my head violently, trying to breathe through the onslaught of sensation, but he moved his hand between my legs and shifted the vibrator, making it grind a little harder, deeper, inside me.My attempt to hang on to some shred of control dissolved into another garbled scream.My hips rolled desperately, shamelessly, and the monitor betrayed me with a series of rapid beeps that matched my racing pulse.

When I reached that glorious peak, the vibrator shut off again, snatching away my orgasm for the second time.Despite myself, I moaned in pure frustration.

“It would be so easy to give you that orgasm,” he mused as my heart rate started to return to normal again even though my entire body was beyond aroused.“All you have to do is look me in the eye and say the words.”

God, I swore I hated him.I hated the way his words sank under my skin, the way he seemed to know my body better than I did.My thighs quivered, my clit throbbed, and I still shook my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“My little hellion, that’s what you are,” he said, his tone both mocking and oddly enough, approving.“Still pretending you don’t want it.Still fighting me.”His hand slid down between my spread thighs, his fingers pressing lightly against the slick mess I’d made around the vibrator.“But your body doesn’t lie.You’re dripping for me.You’re going to break, Violet.And when you do, it’s going to be fucking spectacular.”

I turned my head away, refusing to look at him.

He chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied.“So damn stubborn and defiant, to the end.Ready for round three or are you ready to tap out?”

Knowing what was about to happen, my heart ratcheted up a notch, the monitor recording my reaction.My pussy ached, and every nerve ending in me screamedyes, but I still forced my eyes back to his and gave him the fiercest glare I could manage.

He grinned like I’d just sealed my own fate.He didn’t even give me a chance to breathe before he pressed the remote again.

The vibrator buzzed back to life, harder and faster this time, pulsing deep inside me like it knew exactly how to shatter me.My whole body jerked against the straps.My hips bucked, desperate for friction, desperate for more, and the monitor beside me went wild with shrill, rapid beeps that announced how close I was yet again.

He used the remote and dialed down the vibrations to a low, torturous hum before I could orgasm, keeping me right on the edge without allowing me to fall, and a sob caught in my throat.

“You’re trembling, Violet,” he said, leaning down to murmur the words in my ear.His hand pressed flat against my stomach, holding me down as my body writhed helplessly.“So close again.All you have to do is stop fighting me.Call mesir.Beg me, because I can do this all fucking night.”

So can I, I wanted to say, but for one, I couldn’t speak.And two, it would be a fucking lie.I was a goddamn mess.I couldn’t take much more.Every nerve felt raw, every muscle quivering as though I’d run miles.The gag muffled my moans, and hot tears of frustration pricked my eyes before they fell.

“You’re wrecked,” he said, watching me slowly unravel with dark, hooded eyes, the vibrator a low torturous purr of sensation inside me.“Tears down your cheeks, thighs shaking, your pretty cunt desperately clenching around that toy.Are you ready to give me what I asked for?”

I shook my head, but it was weak and pitiful, my defiance crumbling.My chest heaved as he ramped up the vibrator, and a scream tore out of me, stifled by the gag.My vision blurred with more tears as the pleasure ripped through me, brutal in its intensity, dragging me right back to that unbearable edge.The heart monitor beeped wildly as my whole body convulsed and my release beckoned…right before the vibrator cut off.

I sobbed against the gag, tears streaming, my body writhing helplessly.Every part of me ached with denial, with emptiness, with a need so sharp it bordered on pain.

“Let go of your fucking pride and say it, Violet,” Ford said, his voice low and commanding as his hand gently petted my head.“Just one word.Sir.And I’ll give your body everything it’s begging for.”

I’d never been so thoroughly dominated before.Not just physically, but mentally, too.The straps, the gag, the relentless torment of my body—those were just tools.The real power was the way Ford saw me, stripping me bare in a way no one else ever had.

I’d never submitted to a man.Not once.I’d always been the one with the sharp tongue, the quick retort, the wall of bravado that kept me safe.I’d never allowed anyone close enough to take that from me.No one had ever earned my submission.

Until Ford.The realization was undeniable.

Still, my pride clawed at me, that tough chick inside of me screaming at me to hold out.But the tears on my cheeks weren’t just from denial or rebellion.They were from the truth I could no longer hide from.I wanted this.I wantedhim.

I swallowed hard and lifted my gaze to his.I snapped my fingers.Once.Twice.Ford stilled beside me, then he slowly unbuckled the gag, tugging it free.My jaw ached, and my throat felt raw from all my smothered screams.

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs surprisingly gentle as they brushed away the wetness on my cheeks as he stared into my eyes.“Say it,” he demanded.

My chest heaved, and I said the words that seem to set a part of me free.“Please…sir,” I whispered raggedly.

Ford’s dark eyes softened with approval.“Good girl,” he murmured.