He pulled me closer, his lips pressing against mine. He reaches out, his hand cupping my cheek gently. I pause the game, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the constant hum between my legs. His breathing becomes ragged, and I can feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch. The water, once a source of relief, now mocks me, a reminder of my captivity. When I woke up, every muscle in my body was sore and I was sticky with dried sweat. Yet, with every subtle vibration, my mind drifts back to the cold metal encasing me, a cruel reminder of my reality. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and pain. He sucks on my clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. “You like that, don’t you, toy?” he growls, his voice low and deep. “You’re welcome, toy,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. I feel a mix of disappointment and relief as the sensations fade away. I focus again on the game, the vibrant colors and immersive sounds offering a fragile escape from the relentless hum between my legs. He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes fixed on me. The steady pulse remains constant, a teasing rhythm that refuses to relent but also doesn’t intensify.
