Double-sided

Lia's words—"It's not over yet"—hung in the air like a threat, and before I could scramble to my feet, she turned toward the nightstand.

My chest tightened, my breath still uneven from what I'd just done, her taste still sharp on my lips.

She yanked open the drawer with a casual flick, rummaging for a moment before pulling out something that made my blood run cold: a double-sided dildo, long and flexible, its glossy pink surface catching the dim light.

It was obscene, unreal, and the sight of it snapped me out of whatever trance I'd been in.

"No—wait—" I choked, my voice high and panicked as I stumbled backward, my legs shaky and weak.

Fear clawed at me, sharp and primal.

This was too much—way too much.

I turned, aiming for the door, my bare feet slipping on the hardwood as I tried to run.

"Not again, princess."

Lia's voice was a low growl, and before I could reach the handle, her arm looped around my waist, hauling me back with a strength that made my stomach drop.

I thrashed, kicking uselessly, but she was relentless, dragging me toward the bed.

"You don't get to run when it's my turn," she teased, her tone mocking as she wrestled me down.

She was quick—too quick.

Cold metal clicked around my wrists, then my ankles, cuffs snapping into place with a finality that made my heart race.

I yanked against them, but they held tight, chaining my hands and legs together in a helpless, folded position.

Then came the gag—a rubber ball forced between my teeth, muffling my protests into garbled, deviant sounds.

Drool pooled at the corners of my mouth, and I couldn't even scream properly as she flipped me over, shoving my hips up until my bare ass was in the air, the panties long gone, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

"Mmmph!" I tried to yell, my voice a pathetic whimper through the gag.

Spank.

"Quiet"

My face burned with shame, my body trembling as I felt the cool air against my skin.

"Naughty girl," Lia said, her tone playful but edged with something darker.

"Trying to run the second it's day? You don't get off that easy."

Her hand brushed my thigh, a teasing graze, and I flinched, unable to twist away.

Then I heard the faint click of a bottle, the slick sound of lube, and my stomach clenched with dread—and something else I didn't want to admit.

She didn't rush it.

The dildo's tip pressed against me, cold and slippery with lube, and I tensed, my whole body locking up as she eased it in.

It was slow, the stretch foreign and overwhelming, a dull burn that morphed into something deeper as it slid further.

My breath hitched, my mind screaming no even as my body betrayed me, adjusting to the intrusion with a strange, tingling heat.

It wasn't just pain—it was pressure, fullness, a sensation that made my toes curl and my muffled protests falter.

I felt it inch by inch, my insides clenching around it, and a shudder ran through me, raw and unbidden.

Then she moved, shifting behind me, and I felt the bed dip as she positioned herself.

The other end of the dildo pressed into her—she let out a soft, husky groan as it sank in—and suddenly our bodies were aligned, asses raised toward each other, connected by this thing that wouldn't let either of us escape.

She started moving first, a slow rock of her hips that sent the dildo sliding deeper into me, then back, a rhythm that made my head spin.

Our skin slapped together, a wet, bouncing collision, and the sensation was relentless—each thrust pushing it into me, stretching me, igniting nerves I didn't know existed.

I couldn't think.

My mind went blank, wiped clean by the flood of pleasure drowning out the fear.

The cuffs bit into my wrists, the gag choked my cries into needy, animalistic sounds, and all I could feel was the dildo moving, the way it filled me, the way her thrusts rocked my whole body.

My clit throbbed, neglected but pulsing with every bounce, and the heat coiled tight again, unstoppable.

Lia wasn't quiet.

Her moans filled the room, loud and unrestrained, rising into sharp gasps as she chased her own release.

"Fuck—yes—take it—" she panted, her voice breaking, and I could feel her trembling through the dildo, her movements growing erratic.

It went on and on, minutes blurring into a haze of slick friction and overwhelming sensation, until I couldn't hold it anymore.

The climax hit me like a freight train—harder than before, a full-body convulsion that started deep inside and exploded outward.

I shuddered, my muffled scream vibrating against the gag, my hips jerking as I came, wet and messy, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Lia followed a heartbeat later, her moan a wild, desperate cry as she bucked against me, drenching us both in the aftermath.

We collapsed, still connected, panting and spent.

My body shook, my mind a void, every muscle limp and useless.

The cuffs clinked as I shifted, the gag still muffling my ragged breaths, and all I could do was lie there, lost in the wreckage of what she'd done to me—and what I'd let happen.

And maybe. enjoyed.