Twisted Deal

Chapter 12

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Lisa

I'm trembling as I kneel there, the vibrations from the toy inside me sending jolts of discomfort and forced pleasure through my body. The sensation is overwhelming, each pulse making it harder to think clearly. My legs are aching from the position, my bare feet cold against the mat, and the chain around my neck feels heavy, its weight a constant reminder of my submission. My breathing is shallow, and I can barely focus on James's harsh words through the haze of discomfort and shame.

James strides over with an air of detached authority, his eyes cold and calculating as they sweep over me. The silence in the room is oppressive, the only sound being the faint hum of the vibrator and the occasional creak of the old wooden floor under his footsteps. His presence is imposing, and I can feel the intensity of his scrutiny like a physical weight pressing down on me.

"So, Lisa," James starts, his voice clipped and devoid of sympathy. "I see you've failed to be the disobedient brat I asked you to be. Why?"

His tone is sharp, and each word feels like a piercing accusation. I struggle to hold back the whimpers threatening to escape from my throat. The vibrator inside me continues its relentless assault, making it almost impossible to concentrate. I try to steady my voice, but it comes out trembling and uneven. "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Vilita. I tried... but I couldn't. I'm trying to follow his rules, too."

James's eyes narrow, their icy blue depth cutting through the haze of my fear. His gaze is unyielding, the coldness of his stare making me feel exposed and vulnerable. "Trying isn't good enough. You were supposed to provoke him, not please him. And now, you've done neither. What's your excuse?"

I can't meet his gaze, so I look down at the cold, hard floor beneath me, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. The vibrations from the toy inside me are relentless, each pulse sending shivers through my body, making it almost impossible to think clearly. The discomfort and forced pleasure are mingling, creating a sensation of profound discomfort that I can't escape from.

"I don't know," I manage to say, my voice trembling with shame and fear. "I... I couldn't bring myself to do it."

James's face darkens with anger, his features hardening into a mask of disdain. His eyes, sharp and piercing, seem to bore into me with a cold intensity that makes my heart race. "You couldn't or you wouldn't? There's a difference." His voice is edged with a menacing tone, each word cutting through the air with a chilling precision. "And this... obedience you're showing now—" He gestures at my kneeling form, "—isn't going to help you. You think you can play both sides and come out unscathed?"

James's eyes narrow in disdain, their cold, blue depths focused intently on me. He takes a deliberate step closer, and the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down my spine. It's as if his eyes are stripping me bare, revealing every weakness, every flaw.

"Trying to please Matteo while simultaneously failing to meet my expectations?" His voice drips with frustration, each word cutting through the air like a knife. "That's a precarious balancing act, Lisa. One that you seem unable to manage."

His disdain is palpable, and it churns my stomach with a mix of fear and helplessness. The chain around my neck feels like a vise, tightening with every thudding beat of my panicked heart. My legs are trembling uncontrollably, the strain of maintaining my position coupled with the relentless vibrations from the plug and vibrator creating an unbearable pressure. The plug nestled in my ass is pulsing rhythmically, adding to the discomfort, while the vibrator inside me hums with an intensity that makes it hard to concentrate.