The next night I didn’t wait for her to come to me.

I waited until the hall was dead quiet, past 2 a.m., then kicked her bed frame hard enough to make the whole thing rattle.

Avery jolted awake, sheets tangled around her naked thighs, hair a mess, eyes bleary and pissed.

“What the fuck, bitch?”

I stood over her bed in nothing but black lace panties and the harness already strapped tight. The same thick seven-incher, but tonight I’d added a vibrating bullet pressed right against my clit. I flicked it on low. Let her hear the soft buzz.

“Get up,” I said. Voice flat. Commanding.

She laughed, short...