“I know.” He stalls in the doorway. “I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?” I wrestle with the cuffs in earnest, but they hold fast. “Don’t leave me.”
“Don’t worry, bunny.” He shows me his phone. On it is an image of me as I am now, in bed. He points to the ceiling in the corner of the room. “I have a camera. I’ll monitor you the whole time.”
Un-fucking-believable! “Jaeger, if you leave, so help me?—”
“Bye, bunny.” He closes the door.
I sag back onto the bed. That bastard!
I wait for him to return, but the minutes drag by. There’s no clock in his room, so I can only guess the time by how the brightening light under the crack of the door shows the sun getting higher in the sky.
I spend a while trying to wriggle into a position that will let me reach the cuffs, but it’s no use. I end up sweaty with my arms and left thigh sore from straining against the chains.
A million years later, the door creaks open, and Jaeger appears holding a black cloth bag.
“Still here, bunny?” he chuckles. “Of course you are.” He sits down and holds a bottle of water to my lips.
I glare at him but drink up. He gives me the full bottle and then feeds me a smoothie with a straw. He unties me long enough to go to the bathroom but then carries me back to bed and ties me up again.
“Are you going to leave me like this again?”
“Yes. Still hungry?”
I shake my head.
“You’re being so good for me.” He reaches into the black bag and pulls out a pink dildo affixed to a set of black leather straps. “Let’s see if we can make this more interesting.”
“Jaeger, please—” I struggle, but I can’t stop him from pinning me and slipping the dildo inside me. I’m so wet it glides right in, and I moan at how it fills me. It’s nice, but not enough to let me orgasm. He finishes buckling the small straps around the tops of my thighs and securing the harness that keeps the dildo inside me.
“This isn’t fair,” I whine.
“I know. That’s why it’s fun.” He drops a kiss on my nose. I bare my teeth at him.
The vibrator buzzes to life. My growl turns into a yelp. I come off the bed as much as the bondage will allow. The toy presses against all the delicious spots inside me, teasing me until I’m panting. Every muscle in me clenches, but as I get close to orgasm, the vibrator dies.
I sag into the bed, too overcome to speak.
“I’ll be back, bunny,” he says, and he leaves. I struggle to escape but get nowhere before the vibrator surges inside me again.
I don’t know how long he leaves me like this. All I know is the intense moments when the vibrator is on and torturing me. I squeeze my thighs together, clenching around it, but I can’t get the right angle to trigger my climax. Sweat trickles down my temple. My inner muscles scream when I tense them. All too soon, the vibrator dies. I bite back a scream and count down the seconds before it starts up again.
When he walks in, many vibrator rounds later, I am one hundred percent a cranky bunny. It doesn’t help that he looks just as hot as when he left, not one golden hair out of place.
“You,” I growl.
“Me.” He settles on the bed but makes no move to free me.
“You left me. All day.” I rack the chains to emphasize my words.
“You want something, bunny?” He brushes his fingers over my breast, and I fight the urge to arch into his touch.
“You know what I want.”
“Mmm.” He squeezes my breast, and I sigh. His mouth descends. His tongue flicks my nipple.
I fist my fingers in the pillowcase. I want him to fuck me. I want him to untie me so I can slap him and force his face between my legs.
