Good girl,

The first lick was tentative, clumsy—a faltering sweep of my tongue against her warmth as the vibrators pulsed harder, mercilessly dragging another climax from me mid-motion.

My body convulsed, a tight, shuddering release that stole my breath, and I whimpered against her, the sound smothered by the slick heat of her skin pressing into my mouth.

Shame burned in my chest, hot and bitter, but my tongue moved again, tracing her folds with hesitant, trembling strokes, driven by her silent command.

The taste of her—sharp, musky, alive—flooded my senses, overwhelming the synthetic buzz still scrambling my mind.

I hated it, hated how my body obeyed even as my thoughts drowned in a haze of exhaustion and unwanted need.

She moaned, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through me like a current.

Her gloved hand slid into my hair, fingers tangling tight, pulling me closer with a possessive grip that made my scalp sting.

"That's it," she breathed, her voice a ragged thread of control, urging me deeper.

Her hips rocked slightly, a slow, deliberate rhythm that pressed her against my lips, and I kept going—licking, sucking, my gasps punctuating each move as the toys pushed me to the brink again.

My chest heaved, my throat raw, and I felt her shift, her thighs tensing under my trembling hands.

The air thickened with her scent, her heat, and I couldn't escape it—couldn't escape her.

Her breath quickened, sharp little inhales that broke into a shuddering groan.

"Yes—fuck, Kaori," she hissed, her voice cracking with raw hunger, and I felt her body tighten, the muscles in her legs quivering against my cheeks.

Her grip in my hair tightened to the point of pain, anchoring me as she teetered on the edge.

Then she broke—her climax hit with a visceral shudder, her hips bucking once, hard, as a deep, guttural moan tore from her throat, echoing off the walls.

A rush of warmth coated my lips, my chin, her release spilling over me in a hot, messy wave, and she held me there, trembling, riding it out as her cry softened into ragged pants.

The sound lingered, primal and triumphant, sinking into my bones.

She pulled back slowly, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, and dragged a gloved finger across my chin, smearing the evidence of her pleasure with a smirk that cut through my daze.

"Such a messy little thing," she murmured, her tone thick with satisfaction, her hazel eyes glinting as they locked onto mine.

"Not bad at all."

My face burned, humiliation warring with the aftershocks still twitching through me, and I barely registered her turning away until she returned, the sharp click of her boots snapping me back.

A strap-on now hugged her hips—a dual-ended beast, one bulbous piece buried inside her, the other thick and ridged, pointed at me like a threat.

"Lunchtime's almost up," she teased, glancing at an unseen clock with a mockingly casual tilt of her head.

"We'll have to wrap this up soon. Lick it, Kaori—it's going in you next."

Her words landed like a stone in my gut, dread spiking through the fog of my overstimulation.

I wanted it to end—the buzzing, the shaking, the relentless pull of her control—but my body was too broken to fight.

I just needed it done.

With a shaky breath, I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lap at the strap-on's tip.

The synthetic taste was bitter, jarring against the lingering tang of her on my lips, and I gagged faintly, my gasps breaking the rhythm as another weak climax shuddered through me, dimming my vision.

She watched, eyes gleaming with cruel delight, and hummed—a low, approving sound that made my skin crawl.

Satisfied, she stepped around me, her boots clicking with purpose.

Her hand grazed my hip, a fleeting warmth, then gripped the sleek vibrator still buzzing deep in my pussy.

She pulled it out with a slow, deliberate slide, the wet sound loud in the silence, and I groaned—half relief, half loss—as my walls clenched around the sudden void.

"Time for the real thing," she murmured, her voice a dark promise as she positioned herself behind me.

The strap-on's tip nudged my entrance, cool and slick, and she eased it in—slowly, torturously, letting me feel every ridge as it stretched me open.

My breath hitched, sharp and ragged, the sensation overwhelming after the toy's absence, and she began to move—thrusts, controlled, each one rocking me forward against the creaking chains.

The pace quickened—slow melted into aggressive, her hips slamming against mine, the strap-on driving deep and hard.

I felt it all—the fullness, the friction, the way it pressed against the ridged toy still humming in my ass, amplifying every thrust into a chaotic storm.

My body sparked, a live wire fraying at the edges, and moans tore from my throat—raw, desperate, unstoppable.

She leaned over me, her latex-clad breasts pressing into my back, her breath hot and uneven against my ear.

"Feel that, Kaori?" she whispered, her voice rough with her own rising pleasure, strained and hungry.

"You're mine."

I was gone—beyond words, beyond thought—reduced to the rhythm of her fucking me, the strap-on's other end working her just as fiercely.

My climax built, a tidal wave I couldn't outrun, swelling with every snap of her hips.

When it hit, it was cataclysmic—my body seized, a scream ripping from my lungs as I shattered, shaking apart in her grip.

She followed an instant later, her thrusts stuttering as her own release crashed through her.

A low, primal moan spilled from her lips—starting soft, then building into a wild, unrestrained cry as her hands dug into my hips, nails biting through the gloves.

We trembled together, locked in that explosive, shared peak, the room spinning as our breaths tangled in the air.

She stilled, her chest heaving, and slid the strap-on out with a wet, squelching sound that made me flinch, my oversensitive body recoiling.

The vibrators kept buzzing—on my clit, in my ass—but I was too numb to feel them, exhaustion swallowing me whole.

She stepped around, adjusting her bodysuit with a lazy smirk, her composure returning as if she hadn't just unraveled us both.

"Lunch is over," she said, her tone light, almost flippant, a stark contrast to the storm she'd unleashed.

"You've been a very good girl, Kaori."