Chapter 5
Elena’s pov
“That dinner was torture,” I whispered as soon as the last plate was cleared, my voice still shaky from the way the vibrator had buzzed inside me the entire time I served him.
My thighs were sticky with my own slick mixed with sweat and the remote had kept me right on the edge for over an hour.
Marcus had sat there eating slowly while I moved around the table in nothing but the heels and the tiny apron, my t**s bouncing and my cunt clenching around the toy every time he clicked it higher.
I was a mess by the time he finally turned it off.
He stood up from the table without a word and grabbed my wrist.
“Go to the bedroom.” He said flatly
My heart slammed hard against my ribs as he pulled me down the hallway toward the master suite.
My legs felt weak in t
