Page 56 of Moonflower

Like this, I can have her whatever way I want her. Unless she says otherwise, of course. But our Moonflower has done nothing but show that she loves submitting to me and Wilder.

“Where’s your vibrator?”

“I—my what?”

“I know you have one, Moonflower. Where is it?”

She hesitates before saying, “My nightstand.”

I grab it before coming to stand in front of her. Then her eyes widen when she realizes what I’m going to do. I flick it on, and she whimpers, squirming against the ropes.

“How many times do you usually make yourself come with this thing?”

“Three? Sometimes two, sometimes four. Christ, Ez. I don’t think I can handle that much more.”

“We’ll start with one,” I say, lightly brushing it over one of her nipples. “And we’ll go from there.”

When I touch it to her clit, she jumps, so I bring it to a less intense speed. She starts trembling almost immediately, throwing her head back with a groan.

“Ezra!”

“You can take it, Moonflower.”

“Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. It’s so much.”

I move the vibrator from her clit, and her body sags against the chair. When I bring it back, she screams, tension flooding her body. I hold it there, clamping a hand over her mouth.

“So loud,” I chide. “I told you to keep it down.”

She whimpers out an apology.

My hand slides up until my fingers are covering her nostrils. She grunts against me, eyes wide.

“What, you thought I’d just let you get away with disobeying me? I don’t think so, Cora.”

Her gaze turns pleading as the lack of oxygen hits her.

“I’m not letting you breathe until you come. And you’d better keep it down. You won’t like the consequences if you act out of line again.”

I increase the speed of her vibrator, and she jerks against me. Within seconds, she’s coming, her body convulsing in the chair.

Gently, I move my hand away. She doesn’t scream, too focused on gulping in air to make much noise. When she finally makes one, it’s a deep, guttural moan.

“Ez, Ez, I can’t—stop.”

I shut the vibrator off, and she instantly melts. As she catches her breath, I take in the sight of her. She’s a mess—hair stuck to her forehead, sweat coating her skin, the works.

One day, I’ll be able to make her look like this whenever the fuck I want to.

“I can’t handle more, Ez,” she pants. “That was . . . shit. It was amazing. But I need a break. And potentially a nap.”

“Of course.” I set the vibrator on her nightstand. Then I get to work untying her. By the time I’m done, she’s come down from her orgasm enough that her breathing has evened out.

I help her up, keeping my arms around her while she gains her footing. Gently, I kiss her, needing this moment to last a little longer.

“I should probably shower,” she murmurs, leaning into me.

“I’ll come with you.”