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“Filthy girl,” he hissed. “Did you get wet just thinking about me?” He twisted his fingers. I whimpered.

He pulled out a little pink thing from his pocket—a vibrator. “Open up for me.”

I couldn’t say no. I wanted to. I just spread my thighs, desperate for him, for the pain.

He shoved the vibrator up inside me. My cunt swallowed it eagerly, so eager it hurt. He pressed it deep and held it there, fingers filthy with my juices. Then he pulled out a little black remote, thumb already flicking the switch.

“It’s mine now,” he whispered. “You’re going to sit next to Brandon and your sweet friends, and you’re going to remember exactly who you fucking belong to.”

He kissed my throat, then put his hand over my mouth again. “Not a sound, bluebird. Not a fucking squeak.”

The vibrations started low. It made my eyes cross. I bit my lips to contain my moans. I saw stars. The pleasure ripped through my insides. He cupped my cheek, so gentle it made me want to die.

“Go back out there,” he purred, tucking my panties back in place. “Pretend you’re normal. You’re such a good actress. You’re going to cum for me while you’re sitting right there with them. If you mess it up, I’ll come out there and drag you out by your hair.”

I nodded, barely able to keep my legs under me.

Malakar was getting riskier and bolder. Something in his head was slipping, but I couldn’t be concerned about that right now, not with the vibrator shoved in my pussy, making my legs quiver.

I straightened my skirt, checked my face in the mirror, then walked back out. I slid into the booth beside Alice, careful not to make eye contact with Brandon.

He scowled. “Took you long enough.”

“Sorry,” I whispered, voice shaking.

The vibrator hummed inside me, barely audible. I clenched my legs, tried to squeeze it so the pleasure would stop. It didn’t. It got worse. Malakar must have been watching from somewhere, maybe the hallway, maybe a window. It was his game.

I chewed on a chip, focused on not crying out. Alice was talking about something, work gossip, but I couldn’t process a word. My mind was on fire. The tiny thing inside me pulsed, vibrating every nerve ending. I squeezed my fist on my knee, tried to focus, tried to breathe.

Malakar turned up the speed.

A bolt of pleasure shot through me, so intense I nearly slammed my knee against the bottom of the table. I gasped, bit my cheek. Alice looked at me, concern on her face.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Just, uh, stomach stuff.”

Brandon rolled his eyes. “Don’t start with that again.”

I picked up a wing with shaking fingers. I could hardly get it to my mouth. The vibrator pulsed again, stronger now. Wetness leaked down my thigh. I clamped my legs shut. I tried so hard to be quiet, to be good for him.

The next wave hit. It hurt, searing the inside of me, my pussy still too sensitive from how Malakar had fucked me. My face twisted. Alice must’ve thought I was about to be sick.

The conversation blurred. Brandon bragged about his job, ignored me except to glare when I looked weak. I tried to nod and agree, but I couldn’t focus. It took everything in me not to touch myself under the table.

The next level on the vibrator was torture. It buzzed right on my g-spot, made my whole body quake. I moaned, a tiny sound, barely covering it with a cough.

Alice blinked at me. “Do you need the bathroom again?”

I shook my head, fingers gripping the table so hard I thought they’d snap. “Just girl stuff. I’ll be fine.”

Brandon smirked. “Told you she’s always delicate. Used to faint all the time. Don’t worry, she isn’t dying.”

I clamped my mouth shut. I hated when he talked about me like that, but I was too far gone in pleasure to argue. I tried to make myself as invisible as possible. All I wanted to do was to be alone to ride out this pleasure and moan as loud as possible.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. It consumed me, this fire that Malakar was igniting. It built and built, paralyzing me to the spot. I crossed my legs and tried to focus on anything else. It was no use.

“I have an idea!” Alice leaned forwards on the table. “There’s some kind of horror fest happening this weekend. There’s going to be a maze and some kind of creepy haunted house. I say we all go together! It could be a cool spooky double date.”