Mirabel's POV
She thought she could run.
Thought she could test me.
Cute.
But I don't play fair when I'm jealous…
And tonight? I was burning with it.
That little intern from earlier?
The one who laughed a little too hard at Janelle's joke?
The one who leaned too close to whisper in her ear?
I saw it.
Every. Damn. Second.
So now?
Now she was strapped to my velvet chair hands tied behind, knees spread open and shaking.
Still wearing the toy. Still soaking.
Her mouth parted in a soft, helpless moan.
"Say you belong to me."
Her eyes fluttered.
"Mirabel, I."
Click.
She jerked, gasping, body arching hard as the remote hummed on max.
I walked behind her, brushing her neck with my lips, biting her earlobe lightly.
"You hesitate again and I'll turn it off."
She whimpered. "No—please—don't stop—"
"I will stop. I'll leave you like this. Wet. Edging. Desperate."
I reached between her thighs, pressed my palm against the toy as it buzzed inside her.
"Say it."
"I belong to you," she sobbed, head thrown back. "Only you—please."
"Louder."
"I BELONG TO YOU!"
Her whole body trembled.
She wasn't faking it. Not this time.
Good.
I slipped my hand under her shirt, traced circles around her nipple until it peaked under my fingers, then leaned down and whispered:
"You'll scream my name before the night ends. That's not a threat, baby. That's a promise."
She moaned again, writhing.
"Please let me."
Click.
Silence.
Toy off.
Pleasure ripped away in a breath.
"No," I said sweetly. "You'll wait until I say when. You broke the rules. You flirted. You teased. You disobeyed."
I turned and walked toward the door slowly, heels echoing.
"Tonight? You'll learn."
And just before I left, I said:
"If you scream loud enough… maybe I'll come back."
Door shut.
Let her think. Let her beg.
Let her suffer for it.
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To Be Continued