The Virgin

Harmony smells fresh skin the way some people sniff a good steak. Today she’s got Rebecca Blue tied down—blonde hair, blue eyes, real curves browned by the sun. Every knot she tightens gets a twitch; every brush of the violet wand draws a breath that sticks in Rebecca’s throat. She’s never felt current crawl across her nipples before, never had her ass opened by a strap-on while she can’t move, never been forced to come so hard her legs shake against the steel frame. The machine waits behind her, steady and cruel, and Harmony plans to run her through every setting until the only word left is yes.