Chapter 2
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 c**t like a wave.
My back arched, a cry bursting from my lips as the pleasure spiked, my p***y gushing more wetness that trickled down to my ass.
He set the diary aside on his dresser and knelt down between my open legs, his hands gripping my thighs hard, spreading them even wider against the bar.
