Chapter 30

• The entire ride to the office feels like a nightmare—a drawn-out cycle of frustration and near-release. Every time Rafael turns on the egg vibrator, he brings me so close to the edge, only to leave me hanging, desperate and unsatisfied. I’ve barely had time to catch my breath before he does it again, and it’s driving me insane. The worst part is, it hasn’t even been that long—it’s only been a couple of minutes since this torture started, but it feels like an eternity. I’m already spent, teetering between fury and exhaustion, my body trembling from overstimulation.
• I glance at him beside me in the back seat, his expression as cool and controlled as ever, as if he isn’t the one orchestrating my torment. A murderous thought flickers through my mind, but since I can’t go through with that, a wicked idea begins to take shape instead.
• Once we’re in his office and he’s distracted, sitting by his desk with one hand on the phone and the other sifting through some papers, I make my move. The space is well-lit, a soft glow illuminating the space without overwhelming it. Dark leather chairs and sleek, polished wood surfaces create a luxurious yet intimidating atmosphere. Papers are strewn across his desk, and the sharp lines of his meticulously organized environment convey an air of control and dominance.