I woke up plugged and sore.
The toy had stayed in all night. Reed’s load had leaked around it onto the sheets, sticky and warm, and every time I shifted the base pressed and more wetness slid out. I didn’t take it out. I didn’t touch myself. I lay there staring at the ceiling until the clock hit 11:40, then got up, washed my face, and answered the door at noon exactly how he’d ordered—naked from the waist down, plug seated, T-shirt barely covering my breasts.
Reed stepped inside, locked the door, and looked at the state of me.
“Still in,” he said. He reached between my legs, tugged the plug halfway out, and pushed it back in. I gasped. c*m shifted around it. “Good. You’ve been listening. Living room. On the couch. Plug out. I want to see how much you held.”
I obeyed. The second the plu
