Toy Trouble

Aurora traced a tattooed finger along the edge of the vibrator, her black hair falling in front of one eye as she glanced up at Emelia. The intricate sleeve of ink that covered her right arm flexed as she picked up the toy, the dragon design seeming to writhe with the movement.

"So, princess, you remember our little arrangement?" Aurora's voice carried that familiar teasing lilt that always made Emelia's stomach flip.

Emelia shifted on the bed, her naked body tense against the cool sheets. Her lower lip pushed out in a defiant pout as she eyed the vibrator in Aurora's hand. The pink silicone seemed innocent enough, but she knew better.

"Yes, I remember," Emelia muttered, crossing her arms over her bare chest. "If I get close to cumming within half an hour, I get another day in this stupid chastity belt. It's already been a week."

Aurora's dark-painted lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "That's right. And considering how desperate you've been acting all week, I don't think you'll last five minutes, let alone thirty."

The small, tattooed woman climbed onto the bed, her presence commanding despite her petite frame. The contrast between them was stark—Aurora fully clothed in ripped black jeans and a crop top that revealed the geometric patterns inked across her midriff, while Emelia lay completely exposed.

"I can handle it," Emelia said, though her voice wavered as Aurora clicked the vibrator to life. The low hum filled the room.

"We'll see about that." Aurora's eyes gleamed with mischief as she lowered the vibrator toward Emelia's thigh. "Remember, princess—not even close to cumming."

Aurora reached for the small key hanging from the chain around her neck, dangling it in front of Emelia's face with a smirk.

"Begging time's over, princess. Let's get this thing off you."

The lock clicked open, and Aurora slowly removed the metal contraption, revealing Emelia's glistening sex. As she pulled the belt away, the small anal plug attached to the inside slid out with a wet pop, making Emelia gasp.

"Fucking hell, you're soaked." Aurora ran a finger through Emelia's folds, collecting her wetness and showing it to her. "Look at this. All this from a week in chastity. This is your own fault, you know."

Emelia squirmed as the cool air hit her newly exposed areas. "How is it my fault?"

"Because you couldn't hold back." Aurora set the metal belt aside. "That was the whole game, remember? And you failed miserably."

"That's not fair!" Emelia pushed herself up onto her elbows, her face flushed with indignation. "I told you I was getting close. I fucking told you, and you didn't stop. You kept going until I was right over the edge and then pulled away."

Aurora's eyebrow raised at the outburst. "Is that right? Because I remember you begging me not to stop."

"I was begging you to let me cum, not ruin it!" Emelia's voice rose. "You did it on purpose. You wanted me to fail."

Aurora placed a hand on Emelia's throat, not squeezing, just asserting control. "Watch the attitude, princess. This bratty little mouth is going to get you in more trouble."

"What are you gonna do, put me back in chastity? Go ahead." Emelia jutted her chin out defiantly.

Aurora's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Actually, I was thinking thirty minutes was too easy for you anyway." She leaned in close, her breath hot against Emelia's ear. "Make it forty minutes tonight. Every time you talk back, I add more time."

Aurora pressed the vibrator against Emelia's swollen pussy, the lowest setting humming to life. Even that gentle buzz against her neglected clit made Emelia's back arch off the mattress.

"Shit," Emelia hissed through clenched teeth, her body already betraying her determination.

Aurora's mouth curved into a satisfied smirk as she lowered her head to Emelia's heaving chest. Her tongue flicked over a hardened nipple before she took it between her lips, sucking lightly at first, then harder as Emelia squirmed beneath her.

"Such a needy princess." Aurora murmured against the sensitive flesh She dragged her tongue across to the other breast, leaving a cool trail of saliva that pebbled in the air. "Always so desperate to cum."

Emelia's fingers clutched at the sheets, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus on anything but the insistent vibration against her clit and Aurora's hot mouth on her breasts. A week of denial had left her hypersensitive—every touch felt magnified, every sensation threatening to push her toward the edge she was forbidden to approach.

"Fuck," she whimpered.

Aurora bit down on the soft underside of Emelia's breast, leaving marks that would bloom purple by morning. "Remember our arrangement, princess. Cumming is a privilege, not a right." She adjusted the vibrator slightly, moving it in small circles. "Once a month if you're lucky. And from how poorly you're handling this already, I'd say your luck is running out."

A moan tore from Emelia's throat, her hips instinctively bucking up against the toy. The week of confinement had left her raw with need, her body responding without permission.

"That's it," Aurora encouraged, her voice low and seductive. "Show me how desperate you are. Show me what a week of denial does to my little princess."

Aurora's finger hovered over the vibrator controls, her eyes locked with Emelia's. With deliberate slowness, she clicked the button, ramping it up to medium intensity. The stronger vibrations buzzed through Emelia's swollen clit, sending shocks of pleasure racing through her neglected body.

"Oh my god—fuck!" Emelia's back arched involuntarily, her toes curling against the sheets.

"Only three minutes in and you're already falling apart." Aurora's voice dripped with amusement as she leaned forward, her hot breath washing over Emelia's throat. "Pathetic."

Aurora's lips found Emelia's neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin. She sucked hard enough to leave marks, claiming ownership with each bruise blooming beneath her mouth.

Unable to handle the onslaught of sensations, Emelia desperately tried to close her thighs, hoping for just a moment's reprieve from the relentless vibrations against her oversensitive clit.

Aurora's laugh was sharp and immediate. She forced Emelia's legs back apart with firm hands. "No, no, no, princess. Don't be naughty." Her nails dug crescents into Emelia's inner thighs. "Or should I get the spreader bar? Tie you up again so you can't move at all?"

"Please, I just need—"

"What you need," Aurora cut her off, pressing the vibrator more firmly against her clit, "is to learn some fucking self-control."

Emelia whimpered, her hips jerking uncontrollably. "Aurora, fuck—I can't—"

"Can't what?" Aurora's smirk widened as she watched Emelia struggle. "Can't handle a little vibration after just three minutes? And here I thought you were going to prove me wrong about lasting five." She traced her tongue along the shell of Emelia's ear. "Your pussy is practically gushing already. Look how wet you're getting the sheets."

"Goddamn it!" Emelia's hands flew to Aurora's shoulders, nails digging in as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Fucking hell, Aurora!"

"Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty princess." Aurora twisted the vibrator slightly, changing the angle. "I wonder if I should wash it out with soap... or find something better to fill it with later."

Sweat beaded on Emelia's forehead as she fought against her body's instincts. "You're such a sadistic bitch," she gasped.

"And yet," Aurora purred, nipping at Emelia's earlobe, "you fucking love it."

Aurora's free hand slid down between Emelia's thighs, her fingers gliding through the slick wetness. Without warning, she pushed two fingers deep inside, curling them upward to press against that sensitive spot while keeping the vibrator firmly against Emelia's clit.

"Fuck! That's not—ohh god—that's not f-fucking fair!" Emelia's protest fractured into desperate moans, her hips bucking wildly against the dual assault. "You can't—shit!—can't do both at once!"

Aurora giggled, the sound light and musical despite the cruelty of her actions. Her fingers pumped steadily, each thrust deliberate and targeted.

"Oh, princess," she cooed, watching Emelia writhe beneath her. "I make the rules. I decide what's fair." She twisted her wrist, changing the angle of her fingers. "And right now, I think this is perfectly fair."

Emelia's head thrashed from side to side, her blonde hair sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead. "Aurora, please—fuck!—I can't... I can't handle—"

"Can't handle what? A little stimulation?" Aurora scissored her fingers inside Emelia's dripping pussy, stretching her inner walls. "Your body seems to be enjoying it just fine."

Emelia's chest heaved with frantic breaths as Aurora's fingers worked relentlessly inside her. The vibrator hummed against her clit, sending waves of sensation crashing through her body. Her thighs trembled with the effort of restraint, muscles taut as she fought against the building pressure.

"Shit, shit, shit," Emelia panted, sweat beading on her upper lip. "Oh god, Aurora, slow down—please!"

Aurora's pace never faltered, her fingers curling and thrusting as the vibrator buzzed mercilessly. "You're doing this to yourself, princess. Just a little self-control is all you need."

Emelia bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, her entire body rigid with the effort of holding back her orgasm. The thought of being locked in that metal prison was unbearable. Her nails dug crescents into her own palms, using the pain to distract from the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

"I don't—fuck!—don't want more time," she gasped between moans. "Please, Aurora, I can't—aahh!—can't go back in that thing!"

Aurora glanced at the bedside clock with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Her fingers still worked mercilessly inside Emelia, whose thighs had begun to tremble uncontrollably.

"Thirty-five more minutes, princess. Think you can handle that?" Aurora twisted her wrist, changing the angle of her assault.

Emelia's eyes flew open, panic and arousal battling across her flushed face. "Thirty-five? Fuck no!" Her voice cracked as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "Aurora, I can't—oh god—I'm so fucking close already!"

"Then control yourself." Aurora's tone was casual, almost bored, as if she weren't knuckle-deep inside Emelia's dripping pussy. "This is exactly why you ended up in chastity. Zero fucking restraint."

"I literally can't!" Tears of frustration welled in Emelia's eyes, her hips jerking involuntarily against Aurora's hand. "Aurora! Please! I'm going to—shit!—I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Aurora's reaction was immediate. The vibrator clicked off, the sudden silence almost deafening in the room. She withdrew her fingers completely, leaving Emelia empty and quivering on the edge of release.

"No!" Emelia scrambled to sit up, reaching desperately for Aurora's hand. Her eyes wild, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please don't stop, I was so close. Please, Aurora, I need it. Just let me finish, I'll do anything."

Aurora's lips curled into a smile that was equal parts sadistic and adoring. She placed a firm hand on Emelia's chest, pushing her back down onto the mattress.

"Lay down and be a good denied princess," Aurora purred, her voice honeyed with false sweetness. "Unless you want another week in your little metal prison? Because that's exactly where this behavior leads."

Emelia collapsed back against the pillows, a strangled sob escaping her throat. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her neglected pussy clenching around nothing as her denied orgasm receded like a cruel tide.

Aurora traced a finger along Emelia's trembling thigh, relishing the way goosebumps rose in the wake of her touch. Her dark eyes gleamed with cruel pleasure as she watched her fiancée struggle to regain composure.

"As punishment for that little outburst," Aurora said, her voice deceptively calm, "you'll be edged repeatedly for the remaining thirty-five minutes. And when our time is up, you're going back into the belt for another twenty-four hours."

Emelia's face crumpled, fresh tears spilling down her flushed cheeks. "No, Aurora, please! I can't take another day locked up. Please, baby, I'm begging you."

"Begging already? We haven't even started the real punishment." Aurora clicked the vibrator back to life, the low hum filling the room with ominous promise.

"I'll do anything," Emelia pleaded, voice cracking with desperation. "I'll clean the apartment for a month. I'll—I'll stop complaining about your smoking. I'll wear those fucking uncomfortable heels you like to the club." Her hands clutched at Aurora's forearms. "Anything but more time in that thing. Please, Aurora."

Aurora caught Emelia's chin between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing just hard enough to make her point. "This isn't a negotiation, princess. You knew the rules."

"Just give me a different punishment. Please!" Tears streamed down Emelia's face, smearing her mascara. "I'll take a spanking—fifty strikes! A hundred! Just not the belt again."

"No." Aurora's tone was final. "And since you're being such a brat about it, I've decided to add something special for tonight." She leaned close, lips brushing against Emelia's ear. "When we go to dinner with my parents, you'll be wearing that vibrating butt plug under your chastity belt."

Emelia's eyes widened with horror. "Dinner with your—Aurora, no! We can't! I can't sit through dinner with your parents like that!"

"Oh, but you will." Aurora's smile was all teeth. "I want my fiancée to be a dripping mess at the table. Maybe then you'll learn some self-control."

"They'll know something's wrong," Emelia protested, panic rising in her voice. "I won't be able to hide it!"

"Then I suggest you practice your poker face." Aurora traced the vibrator down Emelia's stomach. "Because one way or another, you're going to be sitting across from my father, making polite conversation about our wedding plans, while I control exactly how frustrated and wet your poor pussy gets."

Aurora placed the vibrator against Emelia's swollen clit again, the lowest setting sending immediate tremors through her fiancée's hypersensitive flesh. Emelia hissed through clenched teeth, her hips instinctively jerking against the sensation.

"Actually, princess, I've been thinking..." Aurora trailed the vibrator in lazy circles. "We're booking the venue next week for our wedding, right?"

Emelia nodded, her breath catching as Aurora increased the pressure slightly. "Y-yeah, the June date. Why?"

Aurora's lips curled into a cruel smile. "What if—" she leaned closer, her breath hot against Emelia's ear, "—what if you weren't allowed to cum until our wedding night?"

"What?" Emelia's eyes widened in horror. "That's over a year away!"

"Exactly." Aurora clicked the vibrator up one setting, watching as Emelia's back arched involuntarily. "Imagine how fucking desperate you'd be by then. How sensitive. How needy."

Emelia shook her head frantically. "No, Aurora. That's insane. I can't—"

"I'd still get to cum, of course," Aurora continued as if Emelia hadn't spoken. Her free hand caressed her own breast through her thin top. "In fact, I'd make you service me. Get your face nice and wet."

She pressed the vibrator harder against Emelia's clit, eliciting a strangled moan.

"Just picture it, princess. You on your knees, tongue working between my thighs, knowing you won't get to cum for months." Aurora's eyes glazed with the fantasy. "Me riding your face, grinding against your mouth until I'm dripping all over your chin, your cheeks... and you just having to take it."

"Aurora, please," Emelia begged, tears springing to her eyes. "That's too much. I can't go a year without cumming. I'd go fucking insane."

"Would you?" Aurora tilted her head, the vibrator still buzzing mercilessly against Emelia's clit. "Maybe that's exactly what I want. My princess at the absolute edge of her limits, ready to explode the moment I finally give her permission on our wedding night."

"Please don't do this," Emelia sobbed, her hips trembling with the effort not to buck against the vibrator. "I'm begging you. Anything else. Anything but that."

Aurora's eyes lit up with sudden inspiration, a wicked gleam that made Emelia's stomach tighten with dread.

"I'll make you a deal, princess." Aurora twirled the vibrator between her fingers. "One chance to save yourself from a year of denial."

Emelia's breath caught in her throat. "What kind of deal?"

"Simple." Aurora's smile was anything but. "I'll count down from ten with this—" she waved the vibrator, "—on its highest setting. If you can make it through the countdown without getting close to cumming, I'll forget this whole wedding night idea."

Emelia's eyes widened, hope and terror warring across her features. "And if I can't?"

"Then no cumming until our wedding day. That's the deal."

Emelia swallowed hard, weighing her options. A year of denial seemed impossible, unbearable. But ten seconds... surely she could endure ten seconds?

"Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll do it."

Aurora's smile widened, predatory and confident. "Spread your legs wider. And keep your hands at your sides."

Emelia tensed her jaw, bracing herself as she complied. Her fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles white with strain. She could do this. She had to.

Without warning, Aurora clicked the vibrator to its maximum setting. The device roared to life, its powerful motor sending visible tremors through its sleek surface before she pressed it directly against Emelia's swollen clit.

"Ten," Aurora began, her voice deliberately slow and teasing.

"Fuck!" Emelia's back arched off the bed, the sudden intense vibration shocking her system.

"Nine..."

"Aurora! Shit—" Emelia's legs trembled violently, her toes curling as she fought against the overwhelming sensation.

"Eight..."

"God! Fucking—ahh!" Her hips bucked involuntarily, desperate to escape yet craving more.

"Seven... Getting close yet, princess?"

"N-no! Fuck! Ahhh—" Emelia bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

"Six..."

"Aurora! Please—" Her words dissolved into unintelligible moans, sweat beading across her forehead.

"Five... halfway there..."

"Shit! Shit! FUCK!" Emelia thrashed, her control slipping with each passing second.

"Four..."

"Aurora! I can't—goddamn it—" Her breathing came in short, desperate gasps.

"Three..."

"I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming!" Emelia cried out, her body tensing as the orgasm began to crest.

Aurora immediately yanked the vibrator away, leaving Emelia teetering on the precipice. Her fiancée sobbed as the denial hit her like a physical blow, her body trembling with unfulfilled need.

"No cumming for my princess until the wedding," Aurora announced, satisfaction dripping from every word.

"No!" Emelia screamed, tears streaming down her face. "Please, no! Aurora, you can't do this to me! Please!"

Aurora watched Emelia's desperate struggle with undisguised delight, her dark eyes glittering with sadistic pleasure. Without warning, she pressed the vibrator back against Emelia's hypersensitive clit, the powerful motor buzzing relentlessly against the swollen bundle of nerves.

"Just think, princess," Aurora purred, her free hand stroking Emelia's sweat-dampened hair. "This is going to be your new daily routine. Every single morning, I'm going to edge you like this." She leaned closer, her breath hot against Emelia's ear. "And every single night, I'll do it again. Over and over and over."

"Aurora, please—" Emelia's plea dissolved into a strangled cry as Aurora increased the pressure.

"And you know what the best part is?" Aurora's smile widened, showing teeth. "You will never, ever cum. Not until our wedding night. Just constant, relentless denial."