The words catch in my throat. I shake my head the tiniest bit, scared to say no in case he takes this away. I can’t say it. It will hurt too much when this is over. To know I caved, that I called him the name that started all of this.
His eyes search my face before he goes back to his long thrusts. “Sir.”
The bad tension inside of me relaxes. “Yes, sir.”
Xavier stops thrusting and reaches for something under his pillow. For a moment, my heart stops in my chest, thinking he is bringing out a knife, but then I spy a streak of purple as he sits up between my thighs.
I catch a glimpse of the piercing in the head of his dick just before there is pressure at my entrance. He cups the back of one of my knees and pushes it up higher, spreading me open as he slides the vibrator inside of me, inch by inch.
“Oh my god,” I hiss as I’m slowly filled, turning my head to the side from all the fucking tightness as he settles the toy all the way in and it presses against my clit. “This isn’t what I meant.”
He releases a low, dark chuckle before the vibrator turns on. “I know.”
A moan is dragged out from me as the relentless buzzing against my clit makes my brain grow fuzzy and my core clench tightly.
“I’m only allowed to use the fourth setting,” I say through clenched teeth, because holy fuck, everything is clamping down so fucking tightly, spiraling so quickly that I’m going to come in a few seconds.
“He doesn’t need to know.”
“I…I can’t, please.” My hips rock against the vibes, my pussy clenching around the toy as streaks of heat burn from my clit up into my pussy. But I can’t break the rule. Nerves spiral up from my stomach and into my chest, throat constricting around theidea of disobeying the rule. “Oh shit, p-please. I don’t want to be bad.”
The toy cuts off, and I let out a broken sob. Hudson only gave me three rules, and I’ve already broken the first one.
My heart stutters in my chest. “Oh, fuck.”
Xavier’s gaze narrows, irritation flickering over his features.
I bite my sore lip, irritating the cut, and yank on the cuffs until they feel tight. “I’m supposed to send him a picture before I use the toy.”
Xavier huffs out a breath, then leans off the bed and grabs the pale blue bottoms I put on before bed, balling them up, then forcing my lips open before stuffing them into my mouth, faster than I can work out what’s happening.
Did he just…did he just gag me?
Asshole.
I glare up at him as he reaches for my phone on my bedside. I expect him to take a photo and send it to Hudson, so I’m seriously fucking shocked when a ringing sound comes from my phone.
It only takes three rings for Hudson’s sleepy but slightly shocked voice to come through the speaker.
“Kitten, is everyth—Xavier?”
“She doesn’t want to break your fucking rules.”
A very satisfied male laugh sounds through the phone. “Good.”
“Tell her she can use the first setting. She’s going to need it for what I have planned.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“No.”
“Don’t make me use San Diego,” Hudson threatens, though I have no idea what that means.
“Don’t make me disable your fucking smart car.”
There is a pause, then, “She is supposed to send me a picture beforeandafter.”
Xavier taps the screen and mutters, “Fuck.” He taps the screen again. “Consider that her picture. First setting? I’m doing what I want, regardless of you giving permission, so it’s up to you whether she enjoys it.”
