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at the empty hallway and lifted the vibrator by the elastic. It was nothing like any vibrator she’d ever seen. “How?”
    Hunter released a long sigh. “Slip those bits over your legs and that bit—” He poked the rubber bit, “—lines up with your pussy.”
    “Oh. Now? Really?”
    “Yes. Now. Really. Unless of course you want to say a certain word. You know where the door is…” Both dark brows lifted as he eyed her.
    “No, no.  I’ll put it on… Sir. ”
    Quickly slipping on the vibrator, she wriggled as the rubber formed to the shape of her sex. She yelped as it buzzed suddenly against her, sending shockwaves instantly through her clit.
    A twisted grin appeared on his lips as he held up a black box. “I control the vibrator, Laura. In fact, from now on I control all your orgasms.”
    Laura wanted to snort. Good luck with that one. But then he had delivered more orgasms in one day than she’d achieved the entire month.
    Before she could respond, he gave her arse a pat. “Go have breakfast. Come to room twenty-one in the east wing afterwards.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she ground out but he’d already turned his back and was walking away. She jumped and yelped as another vibration rolled against her clit. Fuck, breakfast would be difficult. She didn’t fear climaxing. There’s no way that would happen but she was going to look damned stupid wriggling around in discomfort.
    They tucked into a continental breakfast, but Laura only picked at her food. Every now and then the vibrator would spring to life and it took all her concentration not to yelp or move with it. She ached to press it into her cunt and buck against it as it formed an unbearable throb. Thankfully it vibrated quietly so no one else could hear it, but she wondered if the other girls heard the squelch of her damp pussy as she fidgeted.
    He wanted to torture her. That must be it. And what the hell had he meant about owning her orgasms? No one could own an orgasm. She couldn’t even control them, so how was someone else meant to?
    A weird sense of relief flowed over her as she threw down her half-eaten croissant and scurried upstairs to the east wing. Time to get the wretched thing off. She paused in front of the door. What would sit behind it? Another cross frame thing? More whips? She sucked in a deep breath and pushed open the door.
    A frown crossed over her face as she took in the room. Decorated in the same tasteful colours as the rest of the house, it was more like a hotel room. She tilted her head. Hunter sat on the bed. He almost…almost looked to be smiling.
    Fuck.
    The game had changed. It petrified her even more.
    “Shut the door, Laura.”
    Complying, she closed it and edged towards him. He yanked the black box out of his pocket and she squeaked as he set her vibrator on.
    “Get on the bed,” he ordered as he flicked it off again.
    “Yes, Sir.” Heart pounding, Laura climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the sheets as she clambered across it and positioned herself in the middle. She lay awkwardly, her hands by her sides as he shifted around and studied her.
    “Close your eyes. I want you to come for me.”
    She sprang up. “What?” The rubber between her legs pulsed suddenly as she fell back against the pillows as it tickled incessantly at her clit. Unable to prevent herself, Laura rolled with the sensations, bringing her legs up and fisting her hands in the sheets.
    Torture. Pure torture. The fast vibrations almost burned at her nub but her body wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t go over the edge. She knew this but still yearned for it to happen. Eyes clenched shut, images of Hunter’s cock skewering into her flooded through her mind and she thought for one blissful moment that she might go but her body refused to release as memories of her previous attempts to masturbate took over. The frustration, the humiliation. It stole every ounce of pleasure and she grimaced as the vibrations took a turn towards painful, her swollen