Skylar Unhinged

The vibrator keeps going. Endless buzz. Skylar's hips jerk, twitch, try to twist off the bed but the ropes bite deep. Her black hair sticks to her face, damp and wild. She cries out through clenched teeth, begging without words while her body sings a song she can't stop. One second it feels like heaven. The next, it burns. Too much. Too deep. She fights harder, wrists straining in the cuffs. No. This is what she asked for. The ache between her legs says so. Her breath comes ragged. The buzz never lets up. She can hate it all she wants. The ropes know the truth.