Page 61 of Ivory Crown
“Please,” I began, the word foreign and weak on my lips. “Don’t do this.”
Dante smiled, a predator baring his teeth before the kill. “Oh, Jade, you should know by now,” he said. “I don’t do mercy.”
With the ties knotted tight, he stepped back, surveying his work with satisfaction. A sense of dread settled heavy in my stomach as I realized the full extent of my predicament. There would be no escape from the relentless torment to come.
“See,” Dante continued, his voice as cold as winter frost, “you should have known better than to test me.”
I watched in silent horror as he picked up a remote control from the bedside table, its purpose all too obvious. There was a dangerous glint in his eyes – the predatory satisfaction of a man who held all the cards.
“Dante, I—“ But my plea was cut short as he pressed a button on the remote and the device hummed to life.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips, my body arching instinctively as the device began to pulse against my sensitized flesh. The sensation was far from gentle – a steady, unyielding rhythm direct and calculated to draw forth pleasure in its most raw form.
Dante watched with rapt attention, his eyes a dark, predatory gleam that mirrored the sensual torment coursing through me.
“Well now,” Dante drawled, the words slipping from his lips like venom-soaked honey. “Let’s see how rebellious you feel after this.”
The device was relentless, each pulse sending waves of pleasure that made my body quiver. Dante stood by, watching with an intensity that only heightened the sensations. The room spun around me, the crisp linen beneath me turning into a sea of undulating waves as my body fought against the overwhelming onslaught.
“Please,” I found myself begging again, my voice barely a whisper against the roaring sea of pleasure. “Dante, stop.”
He merely raised an eyebrow, his finger hovering over the remote’s button. “Stop?” he asked, his voice mocking. “You want me to stop? But we’re just getting started.”
And with that, he pushed the button again, this time increasing the frequency of the vibrations. An unexpected wave of pleasure hit me hard, making my body convulse against the restraints. I couldn’t control the guttural moan that slipped from my lips, a raw sound echoing through the silent room.
“Please,” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper, swallowed by the darkened room.
“Aren’t we begging now?” Dante taunted, his lips curling into a smirk. “I thought you were too proud for that.”
“Dante,” I cried out again, my voice shaking with some strange mixture of anger and need.
He only smirked in response, seemingly amused by my desperate pleas. “What’s wrong, Dr. Bentley?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Not enjoying our little science experiment?”
“Fuck you,” I said.
A chuckle rumbled from Dante’s chest, a sound as dark and seductive as the man himself. “Maybe another time, Dr. Bentley,” he replied, his tone far too casual considering the compromising situation he had me in. “You haven’t been very good, and only good girls get their reward.”
The vibrator continued its merciless assault, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help but writhe beneath its pulsating rhythm. A gasp escaped my lips; a raw, unfiltered cry from some primal part of me I had never known existed.
“Look at me, Jade,” Dante ordered suddenly.
I reluctantly opened my eyes to meet his intense gaze and found a strange satisfaction in his expression. His face was set in hard lines of concentration as he watched me squirm under his control and though I hated to admit it, the attention was intoxicating.
“More,” I said before I could stop myself.
He smiled. “No,” he said. “I’m going to get dressed and I’m going to go to work. And I’m going to edge you all day long.”
He left the vibrator on and went to the closet. I watched him get dressed as I writhed on the bed, a pathetic display of desperation. The tailored lines of his suit contrasted sharply with my own disheveled state. Dante buttoned up his crisp white shirt and donned his coat with an air of casual indifference. His eyes never left me as I squirmed under the ceaseless pulsations.
“I’ll set it to randomly change its rhythm,” he said, finally adjusting his tie in the mirror. “Every time you think you’ve got it figured out, I’ll have it shift into something new.” His eyes met mine in the mirror, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “And you’ll be begging for me to fuck you by the time I get home because I won’t let you come all day.”
“Dante,” I pleaded, the device rendering me nearly senseless with its relentless stimulation. My voice was hoarse, my body aching with an undulating wave of pleasure and frustration.
He only chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Consider this your punishment, Jade. A lesson in obedience you won’t soon forget.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Yeah, fuck fair. I tried to reason with you. Remember, this stays on all day,” Dante said, his voice a silken threat that sent an involuntary shiver through me. “I can control it from my phone...so I’ll be checking up on you. I’ll be back later.” His words hung heavily in the air as he flicked the machine on without another glance, the low hum of the device a new constant in the room.