Then he spun me around with a firm grip on my hips, the world tilting as he bent me over the polished desk. Papers scattered across the floor like fallen leaves in a storm, fluttering in the dim light of the penthouse. The remote-controlled vibe still buzzed relentlessly against my clit, sending jolts through my core that made my hips buck involuntarily, humping the air in desperate need. My body trembled, slick with sweat and arousal, every nerve ending on fire from the prolonged torment.

He ripped the tape off roughly, the adhesive tearing at my sensitive skin, leaving my clit throbbing and achingly empty without the pressure. 

'No!' I...