She wasn’t supposed to touch herself without permission. That was the first Rule Mike gave to her.

But the ache had gotten unbearable.

He hadn’t given her any orders in two days, no toys and nothing.

He treated her silently and it was torture.

She thought about him constantly, the way he spoke to her, the way he watched her, the way he made her body obey.

So she broke, she pressed her fingers to her clit in the middle of the night, biting her pillow as she rolled her clit moaning ...