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that things could go wrong. She supposed she should call a friend to let him know he should check up on her in a few hours, but since she’d never done that before, the conversation was bound to be awkward. So that wasn’t going to happen.
    It was time. Lying back across her floral comforter, she cuffed one wrist, pulled the other cuff through behind the iron bed frame and took a deep breath. The key was within reach, encased in ice. She tossed the second key she’d been practicing with across the room. It made a little sound when it hit something, probably her dresser. The remote to her vibrator was in her hand. Okay. Now.
    She cuffed her other wrist, feeling the satisfying click as it snapped in place. And then she thumbed the remote to the vibrator, starting off by making the dildo inside her pussy slowly circle. It hit her G-spot perfectly and she gasped as it automatically rotated away, and then back again, pressing her G-spot once more. Then again.
    She turned the vibrating bunny ears on low, moaning as it came to life, buzzing directly on her swollen clit.
    She’d been so ready for this. The entire afternoon had been her foreplay. She thumbed the remote in her cuffed hand and pushed the vibrator to high, coming instantly, the orgasm pulsing through her body. She turned her head toward the pillow, thrashing, and screamed in ecstasy.
    This was the moment, once she’d had her orgasm, that she usually called it quits.
    She’d always loved the idea of being bound, forced to orgasm over and over again. It was her go-to fantasy, one that played out in her mind night after night. She’d often pretended, even going so far as to wear the very same vibrator in her with the same tight jeans over it, grasping the top of the headboard and
vowing to herself that she wouldn’t let go until the alarm she’d set went off.
    She never made it more than a moment or so past the first orgasm, even if it had only been a few minutes. Feeling the vibrations against her overstimulated clit always inspired her to let go of the headboard, despite her best intentions, and tear her jeans off, turning off the vibrator.
    But not tonight. Tonight, she wouldn’t give herself the option of backing down—because her hands were locked in place, and she’d only be able to free herself once the ice melted. She had to get rid of the remote before she changed her mind.
    The moment the thought flitted through her mind, she dropped the remote behind the bed before she lost her courage. There was no way to reach it now. Hell. She probably should have turned the vibrations on low at least before doing that.
    No way to go back in time. Nothing to do—but wait.
    She realized she was holding her breath, her abdominal muscles clenched tight. It took all of her concentration to focus on breathing slowly in and out. Her belly relaxed and she let herself sink into the sensations assaulting her, teasing her, making her entire being feel centered around the tiny bundle of nerve endings in her clit. The dildo inside her thumped mercilessly against her G-spot, and she gasped as every muscle in her body tightened at once. She snapped her head forward, curling herself up as she rode the edge of her climax.
    Another orgasm rushed through her, her pussy clamping hard on to the dildo inside her, and she bucked her hips.
    Her clit felt rubbed raw, her insides thoroughly pounded by the rotation of the dildo. She moaned as the pleasure overtook her and looked over at the digital clock on her bedside table. It had only been twenty minutes. What if the ice really took an hour and forty-five minutes to melt?

    There was no way she could handle any more of this. The vibrations were too hard, too much—her body spasmed without reaching a climax. She cried out, no longer sure if it was from pleasure or frustration as she rode the edge of release. Surely she had hit her orgasm limit. The vibrating bunny ears on her clit were jangling