Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Lovelier with you in it, my adorable little fuck toy.”
CHAPTER 19
Scott
I watched, my eyes narrowing a little, as Grace absorbed the degradation of being called a fuck toy for the first time. Her face transformed through a spectrum of emotions—shock, humiliation, and then something deeper that made my cock stir. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted slightly, and I could see her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. The burgundy dress seemed to highlight the flush spreading down from her cheeks to her chest.
“I…” she started, then stopped, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. The gesture was unconscious, nervous, and utterly captivating.
“You’re struggling with that term, I can see,” I observed, moving closer to her. “But your body is telling me everything I need to know. Just from looking at you, I know that the need between your legs just spiked significantly.” I pulled out my phone, showing her the real-time data from her belt’s sensors. “See? The moment I called you my fuck toy, the temperature of your sweet little cunt increased, and the moisture down there is out of control.”
She looked at the screen, her face burning even brighter. “That’s… that’s not fair. You can see everything.”
“Of course I can see everything,” I said, pocketing the phone. “That’s the point, Grace. That’s the way I want it. You have no secrets from me. Not your body’s responses, not your deepest shames, not your most desperate needs.” I traced a finger along her jawline, feeling her tremble. “And you love it, deep down where even you can’t really believe it. You love being exposed, being known, being owned.”
“I don’t—” she began, but I gripped the back of her neck gently, though with enough tension to let her feel my strength, and put my thumb firmly over her lips.
“Don’t lie to me. Or to yourself.” I let my hand drift down a little to rest against her throat, not squeezing, just reminding her of my control. “You’ve spent two days locked in that belt, watching Leah submit to increasingly degrading acts, and your arousal hasn’t decreased. If anything, the frustration has made you more responsive. More honest about what you really want.”
I guided her further into the apartment, my hand on the small of her back. She moved like she was in a dream, or perhaps a nightmare she didn’t want to wake from. The dining table was already set—candles, wine, the works. I’d ordered from her favorite restaurant, information gleaned from her corporate profile.
“Sit,” I commanded, pulling out a chair. She lowered herself carefully, and I didn’t miss the way she winced slightly as the belt pressed against her.
I poured wine for both of us, watching her over the rim of my glass as I took a sip. “Tell me about your work on the trailers.”
She seemed grateful for the shift to professional topics, though her voice remained unsteady. “I’ve identified a bunch of key moments from the first two episodes. The clips focus on… I guess you could call it the corruption arc—Leah’s transformation from innocent bride to eager submissive.”
“And the wedding night footage?”
Her fingers tightened on her wineglass. “I… I haven’t finished those yet. I found it…” Her eyes dropped to her plate and she swallowed visibly before she raised her gaze again to meet mine, her cheeks flushing. “It was really difficult to concentrate after you called.”
“Because you knew you’d be seeing me,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “Because you knew you were going to get fucked like Leah tonight.”
Grace
To my horror, I clenched hard at Scott’s matter-of-fact assessment of my shameful thoughts and feelings—the burning need I couldn’t deny, much as I would have liked to. A little gulping, whimpering sob escaped my chest.
“No, I…” I started, lowering my eyes to look at my hands on the table. I couldn’t figure out how to go on. I looked back up at Scott, searching for something in his eyes—mercy, understanding, maybe even the same desperate need I felt. But his expression remained controlled, patient.
“Tell me something about yourself,” he said suddenly, his tone shifting to something lighter. “Something I can’t find in your file. What do you do when you’re not analyzing explicit videos for me? What interests you outside of work?”
The change in subject caught me off guard, and I found myself grateful for the reprieve. “I… I’ve always wanted to travel,” I admitted, taking a sip of wine to steady myself. “I used to read travel magazines when I was younger, before the New Modesty program. I dreamed about Europe, mostly… seeing Paris, Rome, Florence…” I trailed off with a laugh. “But I’m sure I’ll never actually get to go.”
Scott’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. “Why not?”
“Well, it’s not exactly something a girl like me does, is it? Jacob never would have considered it, and now…” I gestured vaguely at myself, at my situation.