"As long as you're this wet for me, you can hate me all you want." He whispered into my ear.

"I will never forgive you for this, Reid." I angrily spat at him.

Without warning, he gripped my chin, only to kiss me with a bruising intensity. There was nothing sweet about the way he kissed me. It felt like he was branding me all over again.

He roughly pushed my panties aside. I gasped, giving him full access to my mouth.

A growl that came from deep within his chest vibrated through me. "Forgive me?" he echoed against my lips before sliding a finger through my slick folds.

A breathy whimper escaped my lips as his finger started circling my entrance. "This wet little cunt belongs to me. You belong to me. And I will fuck you until you understand that, little slave," he promised, the rough pad of his finger slowly circling my throbbing clit.

××

I was just a hiker who took a wrong turn. I didn't know these mountains belonged to him. Alpha Reid was a beast in human skin. CRUEL, POSSESSIVE, and STARVING for a toy to break.

He gave me a five-minute head start. I lost.

Now, I'm his captive. His "SLAVE." And the worst part wasn't the cold marble of his mansion or his dark demands... it was the way my body betrayed me every time he touched me.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

READERS 18+ ONLY. This story is a DARK WEREWOLF ROMANCE and contains explicit themes like graphic sexual content and language. Extreme power imbalances and ownership themes.

ALPHA

RAYNE

The damp smell of earth and rain filled my nostrils. The sound of twigs snapping under my boots became the only sound in the quiet forest.

I had no idea where I was, and I lost cell service an hour ago. I pulled a map out of my backpack before hopelessly staring at it.

"Which way is North?" I whispered to myself. I tossed the useless map to the ground, watching it sink into a puddle of mud. I let out a defeated sigh before wandering deeper into the woods.

The sun was beginning to set, and the cold night air slowly rolled in. How on earth am I going to find the camping site again?

A rustling of leaves behind me instantly caught my attention. My head snapped to where the sound came from, but nothing was there.

A cold shiver ran down my spine as it started feeling like I was being watched. When I turned back around, I found a pair of golden eyes burning into me.

I stumbled back in fear and landed flat on my ass. A wolf, large and black, towered over me. I scurried back, hands slipping on mud. My back hit into a tree trunk, forcing me to stop.

A deep growl erupted from the wolf's chest. My heart hammered against my ribs as he slowly prowled closer to me.

The sound of bones snapping suddenly echoed through the forest. My eyes widened when the wolf turned into a tall naked man.

He had short black hair, deep blue eyes that shifted back to gold in an instant, milky skin, and a scar running across his chest.

My eyes trailed lower, but I squeezed my eyes shut before I got to his lower half. My heart was beating too fast, and my breath became ragged.

He was a werewolf. An actual werewolf just shifted in front of me. I had to have been dreaming.

A hand roughly closed around my arm, snapping me out of my thoughts. I was pulled forward until I crashed against his toned chest. The scent of him, sandalwood and pine, invaded all my senses.

"Human," he rasped, his lips brushing over mine. The contact sent a needy throb straight to my core. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Please let me go," I finally managed to utter in a hushed whisper. "I didn't know this was private property."

A cold smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. "I'm still deciding if I'm going to keep you or break you. Maybe I'll do both."

"Please," I whispered, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks.

A dark laugh came from his throat. "Please, Alpha," he corrected me before removing the straps of my backpack from my shoulders. The bag dropped to the ground with a soft thud, making me jump in fear.

"Please, Alpha," I whispered against his lips, and his smirk deepened.

He grabbed the collar of my hiking shirt, his knuckles grazing my collarbone.

"Let me check what you're hiding under all this gear first. I want to see if the rest of you is as delicious as you smell."

He ripped the fabric of my shirt down the middle, and the sound of material tearing echoed through the trees.

His gaze darkened on my exposed skin. His eyes burned into the white lace of my underwear.

He pressed his knee between mine before spreading my legs apart. The throbbing sensation between my thighs worsened. I was completely wet for a monster. A man who could kill me in less than a second.

He roughly hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties. "I'll give you a head start. If you can outrun me for five minutes, I will let you leave."

Hope flickered inside of me. He would let me leave. But could I outrun him with a five-minute head start? The hope left just as fast as it came. This was a setup; he knew I would lose in a race against him.

"What if I can't outrun you?"

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Then I'll make you my little sex slave. My favorite toy, one I intend to play with until you're screaming for mercy."

He unhooked his hands from my panties, and I turned my back to him. I left my backpack in the dirt and started running as fast as my legs could carry me.

I needed to at least try. He was giving me a five-minute head start. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I disappeared into the woods. I didn't look back, I just kept going.

The camping site finally came back into my line of view. "Help!" I started screaming. I looked back and was relieved to see nothing but trees.

The five minutes weren't over yet. I kept running until I reached the main road again. I could actually escape him, I could actually make it back to the camping site alive.

My blood ran cold when tree branches snapped behind me. I turned around and found him running towards me. His pace was steady.

He seemed confident in his ability to catch me. I wiped the tears from my cheeks while running further down the road. "Somebody help!"

My words died in the air as two strong arms wrapped around my waist, reminding me of my ripped shirt.

"No one is coming for you. From the moment you stepped over my border, you became mine." He whispered into my ear.

"I'm going to use you until the only thing you know how to ask for is more." He promised while keeping me caged in his arms, and a helpless whimper escaped my lips.

EVERY INCH

RAYNE

He carried me all the way to a mountain resort. This must be where he lived. He was an Alpha after all.

Fear settled deep into my bones. He said I would become his sex slave, his favorite toy. I was still a virgin; he would probably kill me if he found out that his slave was too inexperienced to satisfy his needs.

We finally entered the mansion, and he carried me inside. A woman dressed in a maid's costume stared at us in shock.

The thudding sound of his shoes against the white and gold marble floors echoed through the house.

"Prepare a room for my slave," he commanded in a thick voice.

"Yes, Alpha Reid," the woman nodded in understanding before disappearing up the staircase to follow out his orders.

Alpha Reid. His name was Reid.

Reid carried me into a spacious bathroom upstairs before setting me down on the bathroom floor.

He locked the door behind us before slowly stalking over to me. "Keep still, little human."

He knelt in front of me before taking my shoes and socks off my feet. He tossed them aside before trailing his hands up my thighs.

He unbuttoned my loose black pants, and they soundlessly dropped to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

He stood back up, his tall frame towering over me. His hands moved to my back, and I sucked in a nervous breath.

He unclasped my bra with expert ease. My hands flew up to clutch the bra to my chest. "Please don't do this," I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.

"Lower your hands, little human. Before I punish you." He stated in a deep, intimidating voice.

My hands dropped from my chest, and the bra slid down my arms before hitting the ground.

He lifted me off the ground before setting me on the bathroom counter. The cold marble bit into my skin, causing goosebumps to form on my skin.

"You were wandering in the woods for so long, I need to check you for parasites," he smirked before ripping my panties off. The sound of lace ripping filled the quiet air inside the bathroom.

My cheeks flushed red as the cool air from the AC brushed against my throbbing, wet flesh.

He brought my torn panties up to his nose before inhaling deeply. His molten gold orbs locked on me, and needy throbs attacked my aching core.

He pushed my legs wide open before moving between them. "I haven't even touched you there yet, and you're already slicking your thighs for me."

I turned my face away in shame. I was dripping and throbbing for him. A monster. I was aching to feel him inside of me. My cheeks flushed at the filth inside my head.

"I hate this, I hate you." I seethed through my teeth while glaring at him in anger.

"You can hate me all you want. But this wet little cunt will always tell the truth. You're terrified of what I am, but you're starving for what I'm going to do to you." He stated.

I shook my head, refusing to admit that he was right.

"I should punish you for being so eager for a monster, but I think I'll just enjoy how sweet you taste instead." He growled before possessively gripping my hips.

His head dipped to the wetness between my thighs. His breath fanned the throbbing flesh, and I instinctively tried to snap my legs shut, but he firmly held them down before spreading them even wider apart.

He gripped my wrists in one of his large hands.

His voice came in a low, vibrating hum that I could feel in my bones. "Keep still, little human. I'm looking for parasites. These mountain parasites love soft, hidden places... places exactly like this."

My breath hitched at the sound of his words. My body trembled with a mix of fear and a desperate need. "Please, Alpha. You don't have to. I'm fine."

He knelt in front of me, his breath fanning against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He inhaled sharply, and a dark growl ripped from his chest.

"I'll be the judge of that. Now, stay quiet. Not a whimper, not a moan. If you make a noise while I'm down here, I'm going to assume you're begging for my tongue, and I promise you, little human, you aren't ready for that."

He pushed my legs even wider apart, his mouth inches from my core. "Don't move. I'm going to check every inch."

Just as he leaned in to taste the skin of my inner thighs, a loud knock came from the bathroom door.

He ignored the knock before tightening his grip on my thigh. He bit into the delicate skin on my inner thigh, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.

Another knock came from the door, but he paid no mind to it. His thumb landed on my inner thigh. Then he spread me apart down there. Just as he was about to run his tongue over my throbbing core, just as I was about to arch into him, another knock sounded against the door.

"Reid? Are you in there?" A muffled female voice came through the door. "Open the door, Reid. I know you're in there with your little human slut!"

A frustrated groan escaped him. He pulled back from me before going over to the bathroom door.

He pulled the door open before I could cover my naked body. My eyes locked with a pair of green eyes coming from the opposite side of the room.

A tall woman with the perfect body and hair came walking into the bathroom.

I grabbed a towel nearby before covering myself with it, and her eyes widened in disbelief. Her fists balled at her sides. She raised her hand at me, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"No one touches what's mine. Not even you, Mira." Reid calmly explained.

"Yours? She's not yours, I am." She yelled into his face.

Reid roughly pulled her hair into his fist. "Leave my house, Mira. I've found your replacement. My new favorite toy." He uttered before pushing her away from him.

He turned his gaze on me once again before stalking over to me. He roughly pulled the towel off me before spreading my legs again.

"Now, where was I?" He smirked before dipping his head between my thighs.

LITTLE HUMAN

RAYNE

I watched as Reid lowered his head to my inner thighs while his girlfriend watched us.

I grabbed a vase standing beside me. Without thinking, I slammed the ornament against his head. He pulled back, blood dripping down his forehead.

A sharp scream escaped my mouth. Panic settled deep in my bones as the blood kept gushing from his wound.

"What the hell have you done?" Mira questioned, her eyes turning golden as they landed on the weapon in my hand.

The vase dropped from my hand, clashing to the ground. Reid pulled me off the bathroom counter. He placed a firm hand at the back of my neck before shoving me out of the bathroom.

I covered my naked form as he dragged me down the hallway with him. My heart hammered against my ribs.

Was he going to kill me? Where was he taking me?

"I'm sorry," I cried out, "I won't do it again. Please don't kill me."

"Shut up," Reid seethed through his teeth.

He rushed down the hallway, his grip at the back of my neck tightening hard enough to leave a bruise.

He walked down another hallway, this one was darker, longer. I rooted my feet to the spot, but Reid threw me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

He stopped in front of a giant metal door. He punched in a code, and the door clicked open. He threw me inside, my knees and palms scraping against the cold concrete.

"I was going to be gentle for your first time, little human. But it seems you prefer the hard way. Stay here in the dark and think about how much more it’s going to hurt when I come back for you," Reid seethed through his teeth.

He stepped out of the room, his eyes never leaving mine. Warm tears streaked down my cheeks as I rushed to his feet. Before I could reach him, the door slammed shut in my face.

My first time. Did he mean my first time with him? Or did he know I was a virgin? No, he must have meant my first time with him.

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I replayed his words inside my head. He wasn't going to be gentle.

I scurried back until I hit a cold wall behind me. I covered my naked form from the dark, my eyes wildly flickering around the pitch-black room.

I could have killed him. But all I did was defend myself. When did defending oneself become such a bad thing?

He should never have touched me. If he didn't, I wouldn't have hit him with a vase. He brought this on himself.

I balled my trembling hands into fists. I didn't see a guard in front of the door earlier. With the right plan, I could totally escape him. I needed to escape him.

A soft hissing sound suddenly filled my ears, and with it came a strong chemical smell that burned my nostrils. My eyes widened in realization. He was releasing poison into the room.

I covered my nose and mouth with both hands, but the poison was too strong. My eyelids became heavy, and breaths became ragged and short.

My throat felt like it was swelling shut. And my lungs stopped working. I helplessly clawed at my throat until I collapsed to the cool floor. My eyes fluttered shut as I fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up to the sound of heavy metal scraping against the floor. I carefully sat upright, and my hands instantly flew up to my aching head.

I stayed like that until the pain subsided. I finally opened my eyes. The lights were on now. I gasped when I found Reid sitting on a chair in the center of the room.

He leaned back against the chair, his legs spread, while his elbows rested on the muscle of his thighs.

My eyes widened as they landed on his face. The wound I inflicted on him earlier was completely gone. Like it never happened.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned wildly. He was probably here to kill me. I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

"We were interrupted upstairs. And I don't like leaving jobs unfinished," he explained, keeping his voice a cold growl.

"What?" I whispered as all the air left my lungs. He wanted to continue his inspection from earlier?

"Come," he commanded coldly.

I had no choice but to obey him. There was something about his tone, something about his voice that made me do whatever he told me to.

My legs moved of their own accord. Before I could stop myself, I was standing right in front of him.

He leaned forward in his chair, my breath catching at his closeness. He pushed my ankles apart with his shoe. He grabbed my hands, keeping them pinned behind my back.

And that disgusting throb between my legs returned. I became wet for him all over again, and he hadn't even touched me yet.

Something was seriously wrong with me.

He navigated his other hand to my wet entrance. A calloused finger slid through my slick folds, and I bit into my bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping my lips.

"You're so wet, I can barely keep a grip on you," he rasped, his minty breath fanning my heated core.

My cheeks flushed red. I tried pulling away from him, but his hands held a firm grip on my arms behind my back, locking me in place.

His hand slowly moved to my entrance, and a soft gasp passed through my lips. He pushed a thick finger into me without warning, burying himself deep inside of me.

My eyes widened at the burning sensation. His finger twisted inside of me, rubbing over a sensitive spot that made me curl my toes.

"Your little cunt is practically begging for my touch," he said, his dark eyes meeting my tear-stained face. His finger twisted again, exploring every inch of me. "Look at the mess you're making on my floor."

His finger suddenly stilled inside of me as if he had just discovered something major. A dark smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. "You're so tight, little human."

"Reid," I helplessly whimpered out.

"A virgin slave," he drawled, "you have no idea what a wolf like me can do to something as fragile as you."

The secret was out. And now I could see the hunger in his eyes.

He slowly pulled his finger out of me, leaving my legs trembling. "I'll take my time with you," he uttered before hooking my leg over his shoulder, bringing his lips dangerously close to my swollen clit.

RUINED

REID

The scent of her fear mixed with her arousal was like a drug. It hung heavy inside the room. I had her right where I wanted her.

Her leg was hooked over my shoulder. Her pussy arched closer to my mouth. Her body was the perfect little traitor. A dark chuckle ripped from my chest.

So eager for a virgin. My wolf was still roaring in triumph. She was pure, and I was going to be the one to ruin her.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The heavy knock on the steel door made me clench my jaw. I didn't pull away immediately. I took one last inhale of the heat between her thighs before I growled, "What?"

"Alpha, it's Aaron." My Beta's voice was strained. "We have a problem. The pack is gathering in the Great Hall. Mira has been talking... she's telling everyone you found a human mate. And the elders are demanding a purge."

My blood ran cold. A purge meant they would hunt her for sport until she stopped breathing.

She could barely escape me, and I gave her a five minute headstart. I looked back at her. She looked so small from where she stood in the center of the room.

If they knew she was my mate, they would kill her to protect the bloodline. I had to make them believe she was nothing.

"Stay here," I commanded, my Alpha tone vibrating through the room. I saw her body tensing, forced to obey.

I stepped out and slammed the door behind me. I was now face-to-face with my Beta. He looked worried.

"A human mate, Reid? Truly?" He whispered in disbelief.

"She's a human toy I picked up on the border. Nothing more. If the pack wants a show, I'll give them one. Get the branding iron. The one for livestock."

Aaron's eyes widened. "The thigh mark? You're going to claim her as a sex slave in front of everyone?"

"It's the only way they won't kill her," I snapped, though a dark part of me got excited at the thought of every male in the pack seeing my mark on her skin.

"Assemble the pack. I'm bringing her up." I ordered. Aaron nodded before disappearing down the dark hallway.

I walked back into the room. My little human was trembling, her eyes wide with terror. I didn't even know her name. But knowing her name would only make things more complicated for me.

I grabbed her by the arm, dragging her through the door. I didn't give her clothes. I simply grabbed a thin, white linen sheet from the hall closet and wrapped it around her, leaving her shoulders and legs bare.

"Reid," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Where are you taking me? Where are we going?"

"To show my pack your new title, little human," I rasped, leaning into her ear so only she could hear. "You're going to walk out there, and you're going to stay silent while I claim you. If you fight me, I'll hand you over to the Enforcers. Do you understand?"

She nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

I led her out of the basement and into the Great Hall. The air was thick with the scent of hundreds of wolves. Hatred, curiosity, and a foul layer of arousal from the unmated males burned my nostrils.

"Behold!" I shouted, my voice booming off the walls. I shoved my little human toward the center of the raised dais. The sheet slipped, exposing her trembling thighs.

"There are rumors that I have brought a human into my bed as an equal," I said, my voice dripping with mock disgust. "Look at her. She's weak. She's soft. She's a slave, and she will serve this pack on her knees."

I took the heated branding iron from Aaron. It wasn't glowing red. I didn't want to kill her, but it was hot enough to leave a permanent scar that even our healing couldn't touch.

I forced her down onto the table, pinning her legs wide. The pack leaned in, hundreds of golden eyes landed on the skin of her inner thigh.

"This mark," I growled, glaring directly at Mira, who stood in the front row with a smug grin, "tells the world she is my property. My slave. To be used and discarded at my whim.

I pressed the metal to the soft, pale skin of her inner thigh, right near her core.

A piercing scream tore through the room. It was done. My wolf howled inside me, in a sick, possessive victory.

She was marked. She was ruined for any other man. And now, she was officially mine.

RAYNE

My body was still writhing in pain as I lay on the table, drained of all my energy.

Reid's pack erupted into a roar of cheers. The tears freely streamed down my cheeks. I was disgusted with myself. I was disgusted by what he did to me in front of his pack.

I felt two strong arms hooking under my back and knees. Reid lifted me off the table, firmly holding me against his chest. As soon as he touched me, the pain dulled to a faint throb.

He didn't excuse himself; he just carried me out of the hall, filled with his curious pack members.

When I spoke, my voice was barely a whisper. "I hope every time you look at this scar, you remember that you had to break me to keep me," I paused before pulling away from him in disgust, "All this proved is that you're so afraid of a 'weak human' that you had to mutilate me to feel powerful."

His body tensed right as those words left my mouth. "You're not an Alpha, Reid. You're a coward, wearing a crown."

He didn't say anything, but his grip tightened around me. He growled lowly before carrying me into a large suite with a minimalistic design.

He pulled the sheet from my body before throwing it into a dark corner.

He gently placed me on a giant king-sized bed. He pulled his shirt over his head before crawling under the covers. He pulled me flush against his chest, our legs tangling deliciously.

And even though I hated him with everything, his touch soothed my pain, somehow. He placed a rough, possessive kiss on my lips. He pulled back almost immediately, our lips brushing.

I weakly pushed against his chest. And just like that, I fell asleep in the arms of the man who just single-handedly ruined my life.

SOAKED

RAYNE

After taking a warm shower, Reid ordered me to wear a flimsy lingerie set. He used that cold Alpha tone on me again.

Now here I was, wearing lingerie in broad daylight.

The brand on my thigh burned at the slightest movement. It was a constant reminder of my new reality as Reid's sex slave.

He branded me in front of his entire pack. As if I were some kind of animal. I hated him and this horrible place he brought me to.

I needed to get out of here. I needed to go home, back to my horrible job, and back to my horrible friends. Honestly, I just wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Alpha Reid requested to see you in his office," a maid, dressed in a black and white uniform, coldly stated. "Now."

I watched as she stepped into the hallway. I grabbed a silky robe, pulling it on as I followed the maid outside.

My thighs rubbed together, and I hissed out as the pain blinded my vision.

"Keep up, Alpha Reid likes his things to arrive on schedule," the maid calmly explained as she stood waiting for me in front of the door to Reid's study.

I bit down on my bottom lip, wiping the sweat off my forehead. I pushed myself further down the hallway. I'd been feeling a little feverish since I woke up.

Once I finally reached the door, it was opened by the maid. I stumbled inside, trying my best to hold myself up.

Reid lifted his head, his eyes slowly raking over my trembling form. The door clicked shut behind us, and a small smirk rested on his face.

His eyes burned into my skin as I stood in the center of his office. "Take it off," he commanded coldly.

"Go to hell," I weakly hissed out.

A deep chuckle escaped his throat as he rose from his chair. He slowly crossed the room until he was standing in front of me.

He leaned down to my ear, his breath fanning the shell of my ear. "Glaring at me won't erase the mark, little human."

He loosened the belt on my robe with a light tug. He gently pushed the silk off my shoulders, sending sparks over my delicate skin.

The silk soundlessly dropped to the floor, leaving me in nothing but the lingerie set he picked out for me.

"You're nothing but a little doll I get to play with. I make the rules, and you will obey them if you want to remain unharmed."

He moved back to his desk, sitting back down on his chair. "Be a good little slave and come sit on my lap."

I bit into my cheek before walking over to his side. He pulled me onto his lap, his hands possessively landing on my hips. He adjusted me until my core made direct contact with the hard ridge in his pants.

He deliberately thrust his hips up, pressing his hard length against my clit, and I bit into my bottom lip to stop a whimper from coming out.

"As long as you're this wet for me, you can hate me all you want." He whispered into my ear.

"I will never forgive you for this, Alpha Reid." I angrily spat at him.

Without warning, he gripped my chin, only to kiss me with a bruising intensity. There was nothing sweet about the way he kissed me. It felt like he was branding me all over again.

He roughly pushed my panties aside. I gasped, giving him full access to my mouth.

A growl that came from deep within his chest vibrated through me. "Forgive me?" he echoed against my lips before sliding a finger through my slick folds.

A breathy whimper escaped my lips as his finger started circling my entrance. "This wet little cunt belongs to me. You belong to me. And I will fuck you until you understand that, little slave," he promised, the rough pad of his finger slowly circling my throbbing clit.

"I will never be yours," I grunted out, arching away from him. Then, in a swift movement, he bent me over his desk, his large shadow covering me completely.

He roughly grabbed a fistful of my ass, spreading me wider.

The sound of his belt coming off filled the clinical silence inside the office, and a mixture of excitement and hatred passed through me.

The thought of him taking my innocence sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

He firmly pressed his head against my entrance, and I hungrily bit into my bottom lip. He slowly pushed his head along my soaked pussy, and a broken moan tore from my chest.

"Do you like that?" He asked before slamming his hand down against the sensitive skin on my ass.

My hips bucked as the stinging sensation spread across my flesh. I clenched around nothing. He pulled me up until my back was flush against his chest.

His hands moved to the front clasp of my bra, and with a single flick of his hand, it came undone. The cool air inside his office washed over my bare skin.

His hands hooked into the sides of my panties next and pulled. Until the sound of lace tearing echoed through the room.

He turned before sweeping his arm across his desk. Everything crashed to the floor.

Then his hands were on my waist, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. He set me down on the cool surface of the desk.

He leaned over me, caging me with his arms, his face inches from mine. That smug smirk was back on his face.

"Forgive me," he whispered, his minty breath fanning my lips. And then his hand covered the burning brand on my thigh, sending a jolt through me.

The throbbing ache in my thigh disappeared as soon as he touched me there. My body shuddered, a sigh escaping me before I could stop it.

The betrayal was almost worse than the pain.

He yanked open a desk drawer, pulling out an egg-shaped vibrator and a small black remote. He held it up before my eyes.

"You spoke out of turn," he said, his voice cool and calm. "You need to learn. So, as punishment..." he shoved the vibrator into my ready little hole, filling me with the small torture device.

He clicked a button on the remote, and the vibrator came to life inside my pussy. "...I'm going to make you come all day. Until you forget how to form words against me. Until you can't walk."

His thumb started circling my clit in time with the pulses coming from the vibrator. "Now be a good little slave and spread your legs for me."