Page 42 of Writhe
I shake my head, a weak denial. But they know the truth. The vibrator inside me pulses higher, sending a violent shudder through my limbs.
Theo laughs. “She’s already dripping, Doc.”
I go still, humiliated. I want to tell them to fuck off, but before I can?—
Theo devours me again. His tongue flicks over me, merciless. His mouth consumes, while the toy inside me thrums with devastating intensity.
I thrash my fingers, curling them into fists above me.
“That’s it,” the Doctor coaxes. “No use fighting it, pet. You’re going to break for us, whether you like it or not.”
Theo hums against me, the vibrations of his mouth and the toy combining, turning my world to white noise. “She’s close,” he murmurs, dragging his teeth against my inner thigh before returning to his work. I hate him. I hate that I’m shaking, that my body is already betraying me. And the Doctor knows it, too. I hear the smile in his voice when he says.
“Stop.”
Theo pulls away instantly. A sob breaks from me—a sound raw and desperate and humiliating. Theo laughs. “Oh, that was cruel, Doc. Look at her shaking.”
I feel furious. Desperate. But before I can spit curses at them, the Doctor’s hand finds my throat, tilting my head up. His touch is gentle. His grip is iron. “You’ll come when I allow it,” he says, his voice a silk-lined menace. “Not before. Not unless you earn it.”
I bite my lip—hard. Theo cages me in, his breath hot against my ear. “You wanna come, babydoll?” His fingers slide up my trembling thigh, teasing. “Say please.”
I refuse. The Doctor’s grip tightens. just enough. “Say it, Eliza.”
My breath stutters. My pride is nothing beneath their control. And my body . . .
My body is a fucking traitor. The vibrator pulses mercilessly inside me. I won’t last. I won’t make it out of this without giving them what they want.
“Please.”
It’s barely a whisper.
“Louder.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, and my fingers dig into my palms. “Please.” Stronger this time. “Please let me come.”
The Doctor hums with approval. Theo grins against my skin.
“That’s my girl.”
I shake my head, whimpering, my body trembling beneath them. Theo pulls back just enough to tease me, dragging his cock through my slick folds, not quite pushing in yet. “Beg again.”
I hate him. I hate that I do it. “Please,” I breathe, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore.
Theo’s chuckle is dark, hungry. “That’s my fucking Dollface.” And then, he thrusts in. A sharp gasp rips from my throat, my body stretching around him, taking him deep. The Doctor watches with quiet approval as Theo stills for just a moment, letting me adjust, feeling the way I clench around him. “Fuck, she’s tight.” Theo groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “Look at her, Doc.”
The Doctor moves closer, his presence a shadow against my skin. I feel his hand ghost over my stomach, over the place where Theo fills me.
“You can take more, can’t you, doll?” I shudder, pleasure and overstimulation colliding into something unbearable. Theo pulls back, only to slam in again, setting a brutal, punishing pace. “Tell me how it feels,Eliza,” the Doctor instructs. “Tell me how good Theo is making you feel.”
I can’t speak. I can only sob, every nerve ending on fire.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Theo grits out. His rhythm grows harder, rougher, his hand sliding down to rub my clit, making me jolt. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. The Doctor’s hand drags up my body, fingers curling around my throat in a soft, warning squeeze.
“Say it, Eliza,” he orders. “Or I’ll make him stop.”
My panic is instant.
“No,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”
