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 f**k, b***h?”
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 c**t. I flicked it on low. Let her hear the soft buzz.
“Get up,” I said. Voice flat. Commanding.
She laughed, short and mean. “You think you can just—”
I grabbed her by the throat, fingers digging in just enough to cut the words off. Lifted her halfway off the mattress by her neck.
“I said get up.”
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