Warning: Remote control toy play, dominance, humiliation kink, punishment, begging, possessiveness.
The remote buzzed louder. Janelle's legs buckled, but Mirabel only tilted her head with a smug smirk.
"Did I tell you to fall?"
"N-No…" Janelle choked out, barely able to stand. "Please, I—I can't—"
"Oh, sweetheart. I know you can." Mirabel stood, slow and elegant, walking toward her like a predator with nowhere to rush. "I trained that body. You respond to me now. Not your will. Not your thoughts. Just me and this little button."
Click.
The vibration surged, a cruel, pulsing pattern that licked fire between her thighs and stole her balance. Janelle collapsed onto her knees, panting, her hands still locked behind her back like she was told.
"That's better," Mirabel whispered, circling behind her. She leaned close, brushing her lips against the shell of Janelle's ear. "My good little toy…"
Her heel slid under Janelle's chin, tilting her head up until their eyes met in the reflection of the wide glass mirror.
"Now tell me," she whispered, "what did you do wrong today?"
"I talked to him…"
"Louder."
"I talked to him!"
"Why?"
"B-Because I didn't know it would make you mad."
Mirabel let out a laugh that sounded more like a growl. "That's a lie. You wanted to see me react. You wanted to be punished."
"I—no—"
Click. Click.
Janelle screamed into a moan, her thighs clenching uselessly. She wasn't allowed to cum. Not yet. Maybe not even tonight.
"You don't get to tease me, Janelle," Mirabel said. "You don't flirt with anyone else. You don't wear my perfume and then ignore me in the hallway like you're not dripping for me."
She knelt down, finally touching Janelle's flushed face. "You wear this toy until I say otherwise. Even tomorrow. Under your office skirt. And you'll keep your legs open at your desk, knowing I could press this button at any moment."
Janelle whimpered, shame and heat mixing in her belly like sweet poison.
"And if I see you even smile at anyone else again…" Mirabel leaned in and whispered directly into her soul, "I'll fuck you over your desk with the whole company outside your glass door."
Click.
The toy shut off.
The punishment was over for now.
But Mirabel's lips brushed hers in warning.
"You belong to me, Virgin Girl."
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To be continued