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I read it twice. My eyes go wide. The instructions are clear and they are very much not a request or a love letter either.

I’m being tested once again.

I unzip the bag…

A heavy vibrating plug.

Lube.

Nipple clamps on a short chain.

Handcuffs.

The city watches through the tall window panes like it already knows my fate.

I mean, I could walk out. I could take the phone and run to Zane and call this the moment I got my exit.

But my hands are already moving as I strip.

My clothes fall in a pile that looks cheap against this rug.

The clamps first: cold, metal, they bite in a way that makes me gasp. The chain hangs between my pecs and tugs when I breathe.

Lube next... I dunk and drip and lube, ensuring to cover from the tip to the base. The plug is bigger than I ‘ve had before, significantly so. Gradually I work it in with my face burning and my thighs tensing, bent over Dmitri’s desk with the city laid out in front of me like a prize I have not earned.

I then sit in his chair naked and reach back with the cuffs. The instruction is clear: lock your wrists to the heavy arm.

The click is louder than the chandelier. And here I am… naked, plugged, clamped, chained to his chair in a room with a ceiling built for emperors.

The door opens again.

Hardy.

He does not stare. He does not comment. He holds a small remote. After eyeing me up once to check everything is set, Dmitri’s devoted butler ensures the plug comes alive.

A low pulse at first. I jerk against the cuffs. Hardy’s eyes stay on a point above my head. Then he simply turns and leaves and the door shuts behind him.

The vibration climbs.

I last minutes, although I don’t know how…

The first orgasm hits me with my teeth in my lip and my ass full and the clamps pulling every time I shudder. I cum looking at the city, helpless, wet on his leather.

Then the buzzing it eases. I think it is over. But it starts again…

Harder. Faster. Somehow deeper.

I curse. I twist. The chain between my nipples swings and bites. The second climax is worse because I can see it coming and cannot stop it. I break with a sound that would shame me in any other room.

The plug stills once more.

Sweat drips down my spine.

Then the pulse returns for a third time. The cycle becomes the evening…

On. Off. On.

I lose count.