The words hit me like a punch, because that was exactly what was happening now, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that rose up, long and needy, as my body reacted to the low hum still teasing me.

  I writhed in the chair, the wood creaking under me, ropes digging deeper into my wrists, and the spreader bar rattled with the force of my legs pulling against it.

  “Too loud, Gianna. You know what that means,” he said, and he cranked the vibrator up again, the medium buzz slamming into my clit like a wave.

  My back arched, a cry bursting from my lips as the pleasure spiked, my...