Taunted And Teased

Brooke’s bound tight, every strap cinching her down from chest to ankles. A vibrator’s taped between her legs, clicking on, clicking off, keeping her right on the edge. Next door I’m dancing around with my phone, snapping selfies, planning the next cruel little twist while her desperate sounds spill through the walls like my favorite filthy soundtrack. She hits another peak and I grin, adjusting my lipstick in the mirror. The distance between us feels electric—one room all moans and tension, the other all mischief and anticipation. When the buzzing stops again, Brooke whimpers like she’s breaking, and I just laugh, turning the volume up on my playlist. That’s the game. Right when it feels like too much, I’m somewhere else, still in control, still playing.