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He watched me squirm for a minute, then said, “Sleep now. The implant will keep you on edge all night. No touching yourself. If you cum without permission, it will punish you.” I whimpered but nodded. He turned off the main lights, leaving only a soft blue glow. As he walked out he said over his shoulder, “Sweet dreams, future fucktoy.” The door closed. Alone in the dark, the plug in my ass started a slow, steady rhythm. It pushed warm waves of need through my body. My clit felt swollen and sensitive. Every small movement made my breasts ache. I could already feel my mind getting fuzzy with lust. I closed my eyes and let the first long night of Pleasure Protocol take me.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

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~Maxine's POV~ The neon haze of downtown Seattle blurred at the edges as I stumbled out of The Midnight Sun bar, the bass from inside still thumping in my chest like a second heartbeat. It was past two a.m., and the street was a ghost town, empty sidewalks slick with rain, the kind that never quite washed away the grime.

Nine months later. Easter Sunday eve, midnight. The old manor house on the outskirts of the village stood wrapped in moonlight, windows shuttered against the world. Inside the master bedroom, a single beeswax candle flickered on the nightstand, its golden flame dancing across tangled silk sheets soaked in sweat and desire. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, rosewater, and raw, unending sex.

Then, he walked slowly to me on the opposite side of the bed than Jackson and laid his head down on the mattress to look up at me with blue, soulful eyes. "This is Midnight." Jackson said softly beside me. "He is very pleased to finally meet you. He has been waiting a very long time for you." I reached my hand out because I couldn't stop myself and I ran my hand through the fur on his massive head. He closed his eyes and made a rumbling noise in his chest like he was telling me he was satisfied. "Hello, Midnight." I said softly. "I'm pleased to meet you, too." I told him and his big tail thumped on the ground in pleasure.