Page 132 of Stranger to Love

I could only nod, a pathetic whimper escaping my throat.

"Then you’re going to have to earn it," she said, her lips curling into a cold smile. "And we’re going to start by making sure you can’t look at another woman without feeling exactly what you’re feeling right now."

Carrie moved back onto the bed, hovering like a ghost. Her fingertips barely grazed the undersides of my breasts, sending a frantic jolt of electricity straight to my core. I arched my back, my hips stuttering upward in a desperate search for pressure, but she pulled back.

"Please," I whimpered. "Carrie, please.”

"Please what, baby?" she murmured, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear while keeping her hands folded behind her back. "You spent your evening letting a stranger's hands roam over my property. You didn't seem so desperate for my touch when you were giving out free drinks."

Her hand finally descended, pinching my hip with a sudden, sharp pressure that made me gasp.

"You let another woman claim a part of this tonight," she whispered. "So why should Mommy be kind?"

She trailed a single finger down the centre of my stomach, stopping just at the edge of my heat. She simply rested her hand there, flat and still, letting the warmth of her palm drive me to the absolute brink without giving me a single ounce of friction.

"You’re going to wait," she commanded. "You’re going to stay in this ache until every trace of that woman is burned out of your system."

"Please... please, Mommy," I broke, the words a raw, broken sob.

The title hit her like a physical strike. Her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black, her composure wavering for a fraction of a second. She took a steadying breath and pulled back, shaking her head. "Not yet, baby."

With a practiced flick, she undid her bra and slid her knickers down her long, toned legs. I let out a low, guttural moan, pulling at the ropes with a mindless strength. My wrists chafed against the fibres, but I didn’t give a fuck. The most incredible woman I had ever seen was standing completely naked just out of reach, and being unable to touch her was a refined form of torture.

Carrie smirked, enjoying my desperation. She turned to the velvet box and pulled out a small, sleek, metallic vibrator. She clicked it on, and a low, deep thrum filled the room.

"You were so eager to give things away for free tonight, Alex," she said, crawling toward me. "But in this room, nothing is free. Let's see how long you can stay silent for me."

The cold steel grazed my clit, sending a jolt of lightning through my nerves that had my hips bucking off the silk. I let out a choked moan, instantly biting my lip to regain control. I had to be the good girl she expected.

"So tell me, baby," she asked, her conversational tone contrasting terrifyingly with the hum of the metal. "What did she have that Mommy doesn't have? Was it the blonde hair? The size of her tits?" She tilted her head, watching a tear of pure overstimulation leak from the corner of my eye. "Tell me... what caught your eye? And remember... I'll know if you're lying."

"It wasn't... it wasn't how she looked," I gasped, the words tumbling out in a rush of desperate honesty. "It was just... that she was interested. She was looking at me like I was the only thing in the room, and it made me feel... powerful."

Carrie hummed. "So you like to be watched, baby. You like the feeling of eyes on you, acknowledging how beautiful you are."

She brought the device back down, pressing the broad, humming surface against my core, holding it there until I was seeing stars. Then, the relief was snatched away. Carrie pulled the vibrator back, keeping it hovering just out of reach.

"Well," she said softly, kneeling between my spread legs. "Sometimes watching is even better than being the one being watched. I think it’s time you learned that lesson from the other side. Watch me, Alex."

My breath hitched. I watched, paralysed and pulsing, as she trailed the vibrating metal over her own stomach, down past her dark hair, and finally to herself. Her eyes didn't leave mine as she found her rhythm. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips, her pupils blowing out until she looked entirely feral. She was forcing me to be the spectator to her own pleasure while I was tied and aching inches away.

"Please... please, Carrie," I broke, straining against the ropes until the headboard creaked. "I give up. I'm sorry. Please let me help."

Carrie didn’t blink. Her free hand shot out, her fingers wrapping around my throat in a firm, grounding grip that forced my head back against the wood. "No," she rasped, her voice thick with arousal. "You don't get to touch. You just get to watch what happens when you aren't the centre of attention."

Carrie’s breath hitched. Her jaw set, and a low, guttural groan rippled through her chest—a sound so raw and uncharacteristic of the poised Dr. Carter that it made my entire body shudder. Her hips rolled into the vibration, her eyes snapping shut as she rode out the wave, her fingers still locked around my neck as her body trembled with the aftershocks.

When she slowly opened her eyes, she clicked the vibrator off.

"Stop being such a whiny brat and do as you’re told," she snapped.

The harshness made me recoil. I instinctively bit down on my lower lip, splitting the already broken skin. I let out a sharp whimper as the taste of copper bloomed in my mouth.

Carrie’s expression shifted instantly, the clinical fury melting into a terrifyingly soft possessiveness. She let go of my jaw, her thumb catching the bead of blood on my lip. "Tsk, tsk," she murmured, wiping it away with slow, deliberate pressure. "Only Mommy gets to hurt you, baby. Not you. You don't have the right to damage what belongs to me."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against the broken skin of my mouth—a kiss so light and purposeful it felt like a brand. But the moment I tried to lean into it, she pulled back just out of reach.

"You haven't earned a real kiss yet," she whispered. "You're still covered in the scent of that bar. We need to scrub you clean first."