“Matt, please,” I heard myself beg, the words torn from my lips in a moment of weakness. But he only smirked, leaning down to capture my lips.
“Patience, pet,” he whispered, his voice a husky promise that sent shivers down my spine. “We’re only just getting started.”
The insufferable man had the audacity to grin at me, all smug satisfaction and wicked intent, and I couldn’t help but glare at him. I was wound so tight, I thought I might shatter into a million pieces if he so much as breathed on me. But there was no way in hell I was going to let him know that. My pride was all I had left, a tattered flag fluttering defiantly in the storm of desire that raged within me.
Before I could formulate a retort, Matt was between my legs again, and then I felt it—the vibration, only this time it wasn’t against my cock or balls. No, the infuriating man had the gall to press the vibrator against my asshole, and I bucked at thedelicious sensation, a bolt of lightning coursing straight to my core.
The pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, a maddening dance on the edge of reason and raw, animalistic desire, the vibrator teasing the entrance of my ass with the promise of dark, forbidden delights. I found myself pushing back against it, a silent plea for Matt to delve deeper. I squirmed and writhed on the table, my cheeks flaming with a mixture of embarrassment and unadulterated need. It was as if every nerve ending in my body had converged at that one point, and Matt was the maestro, orchestrating a symphony of ecstasy with the flick of his wrist.
I was so lost in the sensation, so consumed by the relentless vibrations that seemed to reach into the very depths of my being, that I didn’t even realize Matt had retrieved another gadget until I felt it—cold, slick, and unyielding—pressed against my entrance. I had only a moment to register what it was—a butt plug—before he was pushing it inside me, the intrusion both a shock and an undeniable turn-on.
And then he turned it on, and the vibration inside me was almost too much to bear. I writhed like crazy, my cock sticking out and straining against the silk bindings even more as I arched off the dining table. I swore and cursed at the smug bastard, my voice a ragged, desperate sound that filled the room.
“Fuck… Matt… you’re a… fucking… madman,” I panted, my body heaving with the effort of processing the overwhelming sensations that were flooding my system.
Matt merely chuckled, leaning over me to marvel at his handiwork. His lips brushed against mine in a gentle kiss that was a stark contrast to the wild, untamed pleasure that was coursing through my veins.
“You’re so beautiful like this, pet,” he murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of me, bound and writhing, completely at his mercy. “So responsive, so utterly perfect.”
I glared at him. “You’re a crazy… bastard…” I panted, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were a lie. I was the one who was crazy—crazy for him, crazy for this feeling of being so completely, utterly possessed.
As if to underscore his point, Matt lavished his attention on my nipples, his tongue flicking and teasing until they were hard peaks, aching for more of his touch. And despite myself, despite the torrent of colorful curses I hurled at him, I found myself arching into his touch, craving the sweet torture of his mouth on my skin.
The sound of Matt’s phone ringing sliced through the thick haze of pleasure that enveloped me, a harsh reminder of the world outside our little bubble of depravity. Matt’s mouth pulled away from my nipple with a loud, obscene pop, and he sauntered over to the device with a nonchalance that bordered on infuriating, leaving me there, writhing and drowning in a sea of ecstasy with the vibrator pulsing away inside me. A smirk played on his lips, a clear indication that he was enjoying every second of my torment.
“James, to what do I owe the honor?” Matt’s voice was laced with amusement. The bastard actually laughed, a rich, hearty sound that set my teeth on edge. “Oh, I’m playing very nicely with him, indeed.”
I couldn’t make out James’ muffled reply, but then Matt’s tone shifted, the playfulness replaced by a hint of surprise. “Mia Donovan? Andy? Sure, put her through.”
My heart lurched in my chest, dread pooling in my gut as Matt approached, the smirk still playing on his lips. Before I could protest, he was pressing the phone to my ear, his handcupping the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Here you go, pet,” he said, his voice a whisper of silk against my skin. “Your sister’s on the line.”
The sound of Mia’s voice, laced with worry and anxiety, was like a bucket of cold water being dumped over my head. “Andy?” she called, her tone filled with a mixture of relief and fear.
“Mia?” My voice was strained, breathless, as I tried to wrap my mind around the fact that I was talking to my sister while being bound and pleasured within an inch of my sanity. “Mia?” I managed again, the pleasure that had been coursing through my veins just moments ago now replaced by a sickening sense of guilt. I hadn’t called her. I’d been too caught up in Matt’s world, too consumed by the whirlwind of grief of Sean’s death and the lust with Matt that had taken over my life.
Matt’s fingers started dancing across my skin, his lips teasing and tormenting, making it nearly impossible to concentrate.
“Andy! Are you okay? Where are you?” Mia’s words tumbled out in a rush, her anxiety palpable even through the phone.
I tried to speak, but Matt’s lips were suddenly on mine, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands continued their relentless assault on my body.
“Mia… Ah… Shi… Fuc…!” I cursed, my body arching off the table as I fought to focus on my sister’s voice. “Stop… it! I said… stop! Let me… go, you… bastard!” I snapped, kicking out at him in a futile attempt to make him understand that I needed a moment—just one fucking moment—to talk to my sister without his delicious distractions.
My foot connected with Matt’s rock-hard abdomen. The impact caused the various sex toys to scatter across the floor, their erotic clatter echoing in the room. Matt threw his head back and laughed, a sound that only served to fan the flames of my frustration.
With a burst of adrenaline, I bolted upright, wriggling my arms free from the shirt that bound them. I snatched the phone from the table and ran, my cock still bound tight, the butt plug still humming inside me. I made it to the bathroom and locked the door behind me, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain some semblance of control.
“Andy? Andy? Talk to me. Please talk to me,” Mia’s voice pleaded from the other end of the line. “Oh, Andy, please be alright.”
I pressed the phone to my ear, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “Mia, I’m sorry…” I trailed off, my thoughts a jumbled mess. “I can’t… talk… I’m sorry… I just can’t… Not like this… I’m awful… I hate myself… That bastard… He makes… me this way. I… Mia? I can’t talk… not now…”
“I understand,” Mia said, her voice soothing despite the distance between us. “All I want to know is if you’re okay.”
“Yeah… Yeah, I’m… I’m okay,” I lied, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.
“Andy, I promise I’ll do anything in my power to save you from that man,” Mia vowed, her determination shining through her worry.
I let out a shaky laugh, the sound abruptly cut off by a groan as the butt plug inside me suddenly buzzed faster. I sank to the floor, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I tried to regain some semblance of control over my body. But it was impossible, especially with the vibrations increasing in intensity. I knew without a doubt that Matt had increased the speed, the bastard. I writhed there on the floor, my body racked by waves of pleasure that bordered on pain.
