Chapter 3
Violet
Teasing Ford had been fun, and now, I was going to get punished for it.
Excitement thrummed through my veins as I hoped that maybe, just maybe, I’d found a dom who could actually give me what I wanted.
Who could handle me in all the ways no other man had ever tried—or I’d scared off—because I was too willful, headstrong, and difficult.
But not Ford Perish. This man with all his confidence and that surprising dominate edge, was going to prove who had the upper hand between us and for once, it wasn’t me.
That aside, I wasn’t thrilled about the gag.
The firm silicone ball stretched my lips, leather tight at the corners of my mouth, and my jaw already ached from the pressure.
I wanted to spit it out, to snap at him, to fire off something cutting and clever that would wipe that cocky grin off his gorgeous, stupid face. But all I could do was glare.
Then he pressed the remote that controlled the toy inside of me.
The vibrator came alive with a quiet hum, and I nearly lost it on the first pulse.
Oh, fuck. My eyes slammed shut, my whole body jolting against the straps as the vibration settled low and deep, the thick, phallic object filling me so perfectly it almost hurt.
I arched, straining for more, even as I cursed myself for giving him the reaction he wanted.
I couldn’t help myself. My hips rocked, and the heart monitor beside me betrayed every spike in my pulse with a shrill beep, beep, beep.
Ford’s laugh was low and threaded with an arrogant satisfaction as he watched me writhe on the exam table, still wearing nothing but his swimsuit that barely contained his thick, straining cock.
Heat coiled in my stomach and traveled lower, my pussy clenching on the vibrator.
I bit down on the gag, trying, unsuccessfully, to muffle the moan that clawed its way up my throat.
My nipples peaked against the damp fabric of my dress, my wrists pulled helplessly at my restraints, and my body begged for that release I could feel gathering while my pride screamed no.
The monitor’s elevating beep, beep, beep as my heart rate increased told Ford just how close I was to coming.
And then…nothing.
The vibrator abruptly cut off, leaving me trembling, the ache in my core almost unbearable as the orgasm abruptly subsided. A scream of frustration tore out of me, muffled by the gag, half-sob, half-snarl. My entire body shook.
Ford lazily skimmed his fingers up the inside of my thigh and brushed his thumb across my clit, making my hips twitch.
He chuckled a little deviously. “Look at you, already so close to coming. We just started and you didn’t even last a minute.
It’s either going to be a very long night, or a short one, depending on your attitude. ”
My eyes burned as I narrowed my gaze at him. Not from tears, but rage, humiliation and worst of all, need. I wanted to lash out at him. Make him regret this little game of his. I wanted him to touch me again so badly I hated myself for it.
“Are you ready to be a good girl and say ‘please, sir’ and beg nicely for that orgasm I know you want?”
I gave him a menacing look, the gag distorting the sound I forced out. It was meant to be fuck you, but it came out a desperate, guttural groan.
He chuckled, the sound amused. “Suit yourself,” he said, and pressed the remote.
The vibrator roared back to life, stronger this time, and the pleasure tore a strangled sound from me. My back arched off the table as the toy thrummed deep inside my pussy, hitting that sensitive spot again and again until I thought I’d lose my mind.
“Look at you,” Ford murmured, voice low, steady, and too fucking calm while I was anything but. “Squirming. Shaking. And you still want to tell me you’re not turned on?”
I shook my head violently, trying to breathe through the onslaught of sensation, but he moved his hand between my legs and shifted the vibrator, making it grind a little harder, deeper, inside me.
My attempt to hang on to some shred of control dissolved into another garbled scream.
My hips rolled desperately, shamelessly, and the monitor betrayed me with a series of rapid beeps that matched my racing pulse.
When I reached that glorious peak, the vibrator shut off again, snatching away my orgasm for the second time. Despite myself, I moaned in pure frustration.
“It would be so easy to give you that orgasm,” he mused as my heart rate started to return to normal again even though my entire body was beyond aroused. “All you have to do is look me in the eye and say the words.”
God, I swore I hated him. I hated the way his words sank under my skin, the way he seemed to know my body better than I did. My thighs quivered, my clit throbbed, and I still shook my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
“My little hellion, that’s what you are,” he said, his tone both mocking and oddly enough, approving.
“Still pretending you don’t want it. Still fighting me.
” His hand slid down between my spread thighs, his fingers pressing lightly against the slick mess I’d made around the vibrator.
“But your body doesn’t lie. You’re dripping for me.
You’re going to break, Violet. And when you do, it’s going to be fucking spectacular. ”
I turned my head away, refusing to look at him.
He chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied. “So damn stubborn and defiant, to the end. Ready for round three or are you ready to tap out?”
Knowing what was about to happen, my heart ratcheted up a notch, the monitor recording my reaction. My pussy ached, and every nerve ending in me screamed yes, but I still forced my eyes back to his and gave him the fiercest glare I could manage.
He grinned like I’d just sealed my own fate. He didn’t even give me a chance to breathe before he pressed the remote again.
The vibrator buzzed back to life, harder and faster this time, pulsing deep inside me like it knew exactly how to shatter me.
My whole body jerked against the straps.
My hips bucked, desperate for friction, desperate for more, and the monitor beside me went wild with shrill, rapid beeps that announced how close I was yet again.
He used the remote and dialed down the vibrations to a low, torturous hum before I could orgasm, keeping me right on the edge without allowing me to fall, and a sob caught in my throat.
“You’re trembling, Violet,” he said, leaning down to murmur the words in my ear. His hand pressed flat against my stomach, holding me down as my body writhed helplessly. “So close again. All you have to do is stop fighting me. Call me sir. Beg me, because I can do this all fucking night.”
So can I, I wanted to say, but for one, I couldn’t speak.
And two, it would be a fucking lie. I was a goddamn mess.
I couldn’t take much more. Every nerve felt raw, every muscle quivering as though I’d run miles.
The gag muffled my moans, and hot tears of frustration pricked my eyes before they fell.
“You’re wrecked,” he said, watching me slowly unravel with dark, hooded eyes, the vibrator a low torturous purr of sensation inside me. “Tears down your cheeks, thighs shaking, your pretty cunt desperately clenching around that toy. Are you ready to give me what I asked for?”
I shook my head, but it was weak and pitiful, my defiance crumbling.
My chest heaved as he ramped up the vibrator, and a scream tore out of me, stifled by the gag.
My vision blurred with more tears as the pleasure ripped through me, brutal in its intensity, dragging me right back to that unbearable edge.
The heart monitor beeped wildly as my whole body convulsed and my release beckoned… right before the vibrator cut off.
I sobbed against the gag, tears streaming, my body writhing helplessly. Every part of me ached with denial, with emptiness, with a need so sharp it bordered on pain.
“Let go of your fucking pride and say it, Violet,” Ford said, his voice low and commanding as his hand gently petted my head. “Just one word. Sir. And I’ll give your body everything it’s begging for.”
I’d never been so thoroughly dominated before. Not just physically, but mentally, too. The straps, the gag, the relentless torment of my body—those were just tools. The real power was the way Ford saw me, stripping me bare in a way no one else ever had.
I’d never submitted to a man. Not once. I’d always been the one with the sharp tongue, the quick retort, the wall of bravado that kept me safe. I’d never allowed anyone close enough to take that from me. No one had ever earned my submission.
Until Ford. The realization was undeniable.
Still, my pride clawed at me, that tough chick inside of me screaming at me to hold out. But the tears on my cheeks weren’t just from denial or rebellion. They were from the truth I could no longer hide from. I wanted this. I wanted him.
I swallowed hard and lifted my gaze to his. I snapped my fingers. Once. Twice. Ford stilled beside me, then he slowly unbuckled the gag, tugging it free. My jaw ached, and my throat felt raw from all my smothered screams.
He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs surprisingly gentle as they brushed away the wetness on my cheeks as he stared into my eyes. “Say it,” he demanded.
My chest heaved, and I said the words that seem to set a part of me free. “Please…sir,” I whispered raggedly.
Ford’s dark eyes softened with approval. “Good girl,” he murmured.
His genuine praise hit me hard. Good girl.
It wasn’t mocking, or patronizing, but fierce and full of possession, unraveling something deep inside of me that ached for belonging and acceptance, even though I swore I didn’t need it.
No one had ever said those words to me like that—like I earned them, like I deserved them. Not my father, not a lover, not anyone.