(A night of dominance, jealousy, and no mercy)
The hotel suite was dimly lit just the golden glow of the city outside spilling through the tall windows. Janelle stood by the glass, hugging herself, nerves dancing across her skin like static. She hadn't seen Mirabel since the trip. Four whole days. No calls. Just one text that said, "Be waiting."
She didn't know what to expect. But the second the door opened…
She felt it.
Power.
Mirabel walked in wearing all black slacks, silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease, and stilettos that echoed her slow, deadly steps. She didn't say a word. She dropped her coat, tossed her heels, and walked straight up to Janelle.
Her fingers brushed Janelle's chin, tilting it up. "Did you miss me, baby?"
Janelle nodded, lips parted. "Yes, Ma'am."
Mirabel's smirk was cruel. "Didn't look like it when that waiter had your attention."
Before Janelle could defend herself, Mirabel pulled something out of her purse. Small. Black. With a blinking red light.
Janelle's eyes widened.
"Strip. And put this in."
Her voice was sharp, commanding, soaked in jealousy and something darker.
Janelle hesitated just a second.
Wrong move.
"Now."
And she obeyed, trembling fingers pulling her clothes off, slipping in the remote-controlled toy Mirabel handed her. Her legs quivered already, just from the anticipation.
Mirabel pulled her to the bed. Laid her down.
"I'm not touching you tonight," she said, eyes burning with possessive fire. "Not until you beg. But I'll be watching you. I want to see how long that little body can take it."
Click.
The remote came to life.
And Janelle arched.
The toy buzzed inside her low, then high, then stopping.
Teasing. Tormenting. Never giving enough.
Mirabel sat across from her, legs crossed, sipping wine. Cold. Distant.
Every time Janelle whimpered, she smirked.
Every time her hips lifted, craving more, she turned the toy off.
"Say his name again," Mirabel whispered, "and I'll make you come with nothing but this toy while I watch from the couch."
Tears gathered in Janelle's eyes from need, from shame, from the overwhelming fire building inside.
"I didn't say his name," she gasped.
"Oh, I know," Mirabel purred, "But I saw the way you looked at him. And now…"
Her thumb pressed the button. The vibration hit a brutal, pulsing high.
"You're gonna learn what looking costs."
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To be continued