My eyes remained closed while I listened to the cabinet being unlocked and then rustling by the head of my bed.
“Scoot up. Lay in your bed right, and don’t talk. Not one word unless I tell you to. Got it, slut?”
“Yup.”
“I said no talking.”
“Then stop asking me questions.”
“Shut the fuck up, Gabriella.”
With my eyes still closed, I zipped my lips and threw the key behind my head. I did want to open my eyes when I heard the hum. Instead I smirked with a puff of air. A vibrator. That’s what he was going to torture me with? Okay. Let’s go. My body moved where Paxton wanted it to move. I may have even laughed a little when I felt my wrists being tied above my head.
“Keep laughing. You’re going to love this.”
Next came my feet. The humming vibrated the bed while both ankles were strapped with thick leather.
“Last chance before the fun begins. My fun. Tell me what happened at the ballfield.”
Silence. I didn’t say a word. Not one.
Until.
“Ahh,” I instantly moaned. Holy shit. That thing was packing a hemi. I swear he barely touched me before I was on top of an orgasm. To my surprise. That was his goal. Paxton had me calling out in pure ecstasy in a matter of seconds. Not minutes.
As soon as I came, Paxton turned off the vibrating devise and left me tied to my bed. Hmm. I silently pondered my predicament. There was no way in hell Paxton was finished with me. One eye opened, and I cautiously looked to the closed door. I waited, wondering what the hell he was up to. Knowing Paxton was probably watching me, I didn’t show emotions. Not the kind he hoped for anyway. I hummed a song I didn’t know. Familiar, yet not.
Thirty minutes was the exact time. As soon as the door opened, I closed my eyes, not about to give him the satisfaction.
“Just tell me what was said. Something happened today. Did it have anything to do with the day you left? Your accident?”
Nothing. I didn’t answer. I guess I was secretly hoping for more of what I’d been punished with the last time. I was. Paxton clicked his tongue and opened me with two fingers. It was a little longer than last time, but nonetheless, I came. I came hard, shuddering from the inside out.
I smirked, knowing the game as soon as the vibration instantly stopped. I smiled with a wink when he turned to look at me as he closed the door. Needless to say, I wouldn’t be the one with the last laugh.
By the second hour, the fourth orgasm, I was done. I didn’t want to orgasm anymore. Of course that wasn’t my decision. Every thirty minutes Paxton came in, asked me the same question, and made me get off. I was a trooper for as long as I could take it. Four a.m.
I was exhausted, I didn’t want to come again, and I didn’t think I had another one in me. Paxton entered my room, ask what had me so upset, and parted me with two fingers. I squirmed, trying to get away that time.
“Stop, I can’t, Paxton.”
Paxton used his fingers, and slid in and out of me, him taking the lead with the smirk. “We can stop. Tell me who said what.”
“There’s nothing to tell. I heard them talking. I don’t know what they said. I just know they were talking about me. Maybe it wasn’t about me. Maybe it was just me being insecure,” I said while spewing out words in a pleading tone. I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t take it.
“Have it your way.”
I tried my best to keep it together and not come again. I couldn’t control it. It took longer and longer each time, but nonetheless, I came. Again and again. I didn’t want to, but I did. I begged and pleaded every time like I was praying for my life. I was. At least it felt like it, anyway. I pleaded in agony every time.