The apartment door slammed behind them.
Mirabel didn't say a word.
Janelle stood frozen near the entrance, chest heaving, legs trembling, thighs still clenching around the toy buzzing inside her. She didn't dare reach for it. Not without permission.
Mirabel dropped her bag, peeled off her coat slowly like she wasn't furious but her silence was screaming.
"I count three things you did wrong," she finally said.
Voice soft. Dangerous.
Janelle blinked. "I."
SLAP.
Not on her face. Mirabel's hand cracked against Janelle's inner thigh.
"Did I say you could speak?"
Janelle whimpered, lips trembling shut.
"First," Mirabel said, circling her like a predator.
"You let a man look at you."
"Second," she stopped behind her, voice closer.
"You laughed. Right in front of me. You liked the attention."
She grabbed Janelle's chin and tilted it up, forcing her to look her in the eyes.
"Third… you pretended not to enjoy it."
Janelle's breath caught. "I didn't mean."
CLICK.
The toy stopped.
Then another click.
New setting. Stronger. Deep. Relentless.
Janelle's knees buckled instantly.
"Take off your clothes. Slowly. Right here. Don't move from that spot."
The trembling fingers obeyed. Buttons undone. Fabric sliding down bare skin. Mirabel sat on the edge of the couch, legs crossed, remote in hand, watching. Controlling.
"Now kneel."
Janelle dropped to her knees, naked and shaking.
"I want you to count out loud every time you feel like begging me to stop."
Janelle blinked up, confused.
Then CLICK.
The vibrations started again. No pattern. Fast. Slow. Stop. Pulse. Deep. Wicked.
Her mouth opened. Moaned. Cried. But every time she gasped, she whispered, "One… two… three…"
Mirabel smirked coldly.
"You'll stop at thirty."
"And if you scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear."
"I'll start over."
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To be continued