Janelle's POV
She left me.
Tied up. Shaking. Drenched. Needing.
I don't even know how long it's been. Minutes? Hours?
All I know is that every nerve in my body is screaming.
Every breath feels like a plea.
And between my thighs… that toy—her toy—is still inside me. Silent. Heavy. Waiting.
Just like me.
"Mirabel…" I whimper into the dark. "Please…"
I squirm, trying to grind down, trying to make it move, to feel something
But it's not enough.
I need her.
Her voice, her touch, her control.
God, why did I tease her?
Why did I let that stupid girl even smile at me?
Because now… now I'm punished.
Now I'm alone, begging, dripping, broken.
"Please, please, I can't."
The toy buzzes to life.
One second.
Then off again.
A scream catches in my throat.
She's watching. Somewhere. She has to be.
I start crying soft, desperate sobs that roll down my cheeks and onto my collarbone.
"Please come back," I sob. "Mirabel, I swear I'll be good. I'll do anything–anything just come back."
The door creaks.
I freeze.
Stiff footsteps.
Heels.
She steps in, slow and dangerous, like the predator she is.
Red lips. Cold eyes. Remote in one hand, crop in the other.
She shuts the door behind her.
"Well…" she purrs, licking her lips. "You scream so beautifully when you beg."
I open my mouth nothing comes out.
She walks toward me, dragging the crop over my thigh. Up my belly. Across my lips.
"Ready to learn, baby?"
I nod, frantic.
"No," she says sharply. "Say it."
"I want you to break me," I whisper.
Harder now.
"I WANT YOU TO BREAK ME!"
She smirks.
"Oh… I will."
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To be Continued