The Coochie Diaries
“While you were sleeping, I inserted a small, discreet toy. It’s vibration-only, silent to anyone but you. I control it with this.”
Her hand flew instinctively between her legs. She felt nothing unusual, just a faint, internal fullness she’d attributed to soreness.
“It’s remote-controlled, with a range of several miles,” he continued, his eyes glinting. “For the next week, at any moment I choose, in a meeting, at dinner, walking down the street, I could turn it on. I could bring you to the edge in a crowded room and leave you there. Or I could let it hum softly, a constant reminder of who you belong to.”
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