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A smirk spreads across his lips as he pushes his hand into the pocket of his soaked sweats. The sodden fabric does very little to hide what’s going on beneath. My mouth waters and my muscles ache to get on my hands and knees and crawl to him.

When my eyes roll back up his body and find his, they’re dark with need, as if he can read every single one of my thoughts.

“Do you think it still works?” he asks, making my brows pinch.

“Wha— Oh.” Everything inside me sinks in disappointment when he holds the little remote up.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concern marring his brow.

I shake my head. “I can’t—I-I don’t—please.”

I startle when the plastic remote collides with the wall. It splits in two and falls to the floor as JD shoves his sweats down his thighs, letting his dick spring free.

He fights with the wet fabric to get it down his legs, while my impatience becomes difficult to ignore.

Spreading my legs wider, my hand descends for my swollen clit. The weight of still having something inside me is a constant reminder of the last few torturous hours and everything they haven’t allowed me to have.

“Don’t.”

His deep voice bounces around the room and my hand pauses instantly.

“Hands behind your head,” he demands.

I hesitate. The last time he put them there, he cuffed me to the cot.

“Trust me?” he implores.

My eyes widen in shock that he’s even asked, making him laugh.

“Fair enough. You should though, just so you know.”

His knees hit the end of my cot as my arms comply with his demand.

The second my fingers wrap around the metal bar behind my head, his scorching touch lands on my inner thighs.

“Can’t stop thinking about this,” he says absently, his eyes locked on my pussy.

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My hips lift in the hope that, this time, I can entice him in.

My breath catches when his palms begin to slide down my trembling thighs.

Oh God.

My body is burning up, the need I’ve been battling since Reid pushed that vibrator inside me is even more all-consuming.

JD’s hand leaves me and I gasp when he tugs on what must be a string connected to the toy.

He pulls it, making me cry out. It’s good. But it’s nowhere near enough.

“Admit it. You loved this. You loved knowing that we had control. That we were upstairs watching you.”

My head thrashes from side to side as he continues to tease me.

“It makes you feel powerful, doesn’t it? Knowing that we’re both up there hard as fuck because of this.