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Lawson turns his back to me as he walks over to the door opposite, which I think leads into the ensuite, since the door into the bedroom is via the wall to the left. So it could either be a bathroom or a walk-in wardrobe, but I have a vague memory of running water coming from the other side of the door, so I make an educated guess.

When he returns, there’s something in his hand, but as he sits on the bottom of the bed, I can’t see what it is. He shuffles closer, once again trailing his fingernails up my legs and over my thighs, making them tremble as his touch gets closer to my core.

“I’m so mad that I had to take the love egg out before we got a chance to play with it, Harper,” he says, his eyes narrowed as his fingers continue exploring. “But that just means I’ll have to use it another time, when you really don’t want me to.”

His eyes sparkle with the wicked threat, and my heart races so fast I’m surprised he can’t see it beating out of my ribcage. He can obviously see the rapid rise and fall of my chest as I draw in shallow breaths, drool leaking from the sides of my gag as I struggle to remain in control.

“Do you like being tied up and exposed to me?”

Despite it being a question, he doesn’t wait for me to answer…which is good, as I’m not sure I can. Instead, he seeks the answer for himself by sliding his finger through my slit, feeling how wet I am for him.

If he’d done it ten minutes ago, he would have found nothing, but after the lazy perusal of his fingers over my body, his lips hovering so close to mine, and his general proximity, I’m once again lost to him, my pussy getting wetter with each dirty word he mutters.

As if to prove the point, he lifts his finger close to my face, letting me see it glistening with my own juices. He then keeps his gaze fixed on mine as he brings it to his mouth, slipping the digit fully inside as he cleans every drop of my taste from his skin.

When he lets out a soft moan, muffled slightly by his finger, my flesh tingles and my core tightens until a soft whimper of my own slips past the gag.

“You taste so fucking sweet. If this wasn’t a punishment, I’d feast on your delicious cunt for hours, but I think you’d enjoy that far too much,” he says, his lips glistening invitingly.

“Please,” I mutter into the gag, not entirely sure if what Lawson hears is the same word I say, but I rock my hips as best I can with the rope tying me down, hoping he understands what I’m asking for.

My body craves his touch, and I silently beg him to give me what I need, even though he probably won’t, since this is still a punishment. His smile turns wicked as he leans closer, and that’s when I see what he has in his hand.

“This is a magic wand. Have you ever seen one before, or heard of it?” He doesn’t bother asking if I’ve used one, already knowing the answer.

I shake my head from side to side as best I can, answering no the only way I can.

He presses a button on the side of it, and the bulbous head begins to vibrate, shifting so quickly I can barely see it moving, though the noise leaves nothing to the imagination.

Obviously, I’ve heard of sex toys before, but I’ve never seen any in person—other than the egg. Wren talks about her Battery Operated Boyfriend occasionally, saying she could swear off men as long as she has batteries to hand, but that’s the most experience I have with them.

Hell, I’ve not even watched porn, seeing it as a slippery slope into a world where I would struggle to keep my virginity intact, which was essential if I was to become an Order Wife. Why torture myself by getting turned on when I daren’t risk pleasuring myself, in case I got too involved and ended up breaking my hymen?

It was a lesson that was repeatedly drilled into me by the women my dad paid to help raise me, guiding me in ‘women’s things’ that he didn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Though I have no doubt that my father set the rules they imposed as a way of keeping me pure and meek. Something I’m starting to resent now that I’m able to explore my sexuality with Lawson.

“I’m going to place it on your clit. I’ll start on a low level and build up,” he explains, before spitting into his hand and then rubbing the saliva against my pussy, making sure I’m wet enough for the toy.

He uses his fingers to gently part my labia, before pressing the cool, almost velvety, round head against my clit, and when the vibrations rip through my sensitive nub, I can’t help but yelp.

It’s a unique feeling, and at first, I’m not sure if I like it, as the vibrations are almost bordering on sharp against my tender flesh, but that quickly changes when Lawson alters the position, moving the head through my slit a few times to get the wand wet.

When he finally begins rubbing the head over my clit, it’s almost delicate to begin with, and the vibrations are soft, creating a very pleasant tingle that seems to heat me up slowly. It doesn’t take long for me to want more, and I try to tilt my hips, chasing the pleasure that’s brewing within me.

Unfortunately, the rope around my lower body prevents me from moving much, but Lawson responds to my silent request, rubbing the head of the wand over me faster as he turns up the intensity.

I let out a soft moan followed by a whimper as bliss ripples through my body, making all of my nerves feel as though they’re electric. Drool runs from the side of my mouth as my head swims from the overwhelming sensations.

I’ve never been in a position where all of my control is gone. I’m completely at Lawson’s mercy, and there’s nothing I can do to change that. And while it’s incredibly scary to hand over that level of trust to someone, there’s also an element of freedom that’s quite enjoyable.

When Lawson turns up the intensity again, all thoughts shatter, and my body reacts almost violently. My core tightens and my skin tingles with anticipation as every part of me seems to burn with the power of my impending orgasm.

The smooth, silicone of the wand vibrates against my throbbing clit, each rapid, insistent stroke sending a shiver through me. The air feels thick and charged, a tangible hum of anticipation building with every touch. I’m teetering on the brink of pure bliss, my body yearning for that final, explosive release.

My heart is pounding and my breaths are coming in short, shallow pants as the ache in my jaw worsens with the desperate need to speak, to tell Lawson what I need.

“Are you going to come, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice deep and seductive.

I nod as best I can, whilst trying to say yes, but thanks to the gag, what comes out is incoherent.