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I bite my lip and try to give him the cutest smile. My husband, my darling husband of two years, he puts his finger on my lips, right where my incisors are. "Please, please, please," I say.

"Nope," he says in that subdued whisper of his. "I need you desperate by the time I come back." He lets his fingers graze my whiskers.

I wiggle my nose to stifle a sneeze, and a breathy moan of frustration escapes me. He means, of course, the freaking vibrator that's teasing the everlasting _shit_out of my pussy. "So, you're just gonna let me simmer here right on the edge while you go out to have lunch?" Fucking hate these tie-up games of his.

Malachi's eyes, they twinkle in the dim light of the computer screen attached to the left wall of the bedroom. A twinkle that's both devious and loving.

"Adara," he says, using his claw to test the restraints that bind my wrists to the headboard. The clink makes my fists tighten and, instinctively, I tug. Nope, those chains aren't giving even an inch. "I got special clients. I have to entertain them." He traces the tips of his fingers down the side of my face. "How else are we going to pay for all these contraptions?"

"You're seriously not gonna bump it up to three?" The wall-powered massager, it's on one of those stands, holding it square on my crotch, right on my panties, on my clit. And the freaking thing's buzzing just fast enough to remind me that, yeah, orgasms exist, but, by a whisker's breadth, they're not meant for me. "Mali, please, it's been a while. I haven't cum in a week."

"Like I said, A." He rests his palms, his warm palms on my stomach. My tummy twitches against his touch. "I need you begging--screaming--for relief." He massages my abdomen, and his massive paws sink into my belly.

"You don't even have to use four or five," I say, trying to keep the tremble in my voice at bay. "Please, three is enough. Mali, it's all I ask."

He flashes me one of those smiles. Bastard knows I need it. "Not a chance." He lifts his paws off my stomach and digs a couple of fingers into my sides.

I open my mouth to protest, but, instead, an intense urge to laugh overcomes me. "Mali, stop!" I squirm and stare into his eyes, gasping, trying to block out the tickles as his claws travel up and down my waist, where my curves are. The flinching, the squeaking mattress springs beneath me, the smell of my own arousal, it all makes me aware of how bad my bare nipples tingle, how bad I need sweet, sweet relief.

"I still got a couple of minutes to spare," he says, leaning forward and kissing my forehead.

His prodding fingers travel up to my ribs--an equally ticklish spot. I shake my head, trying to get rid of the childish grin as he counts my ribs. "You're horrible! The teasing's bad enough, but tickling?"

"Change of pace." Mali cups my breasts and begins tweaking my nipples between his fingers.

"Look, Mali." I gulp. Control yourself, Adara. Breathe. "I know we're trying to get pregnant." The maddening tingling between my legs, Mali's thin fingers working me. It's all too much. Oh, fuck. I look down at my breasts, at my spread legs, bent at the knees. At my three-toed feet, their soles pressed together. I close my eyes and focus. Keep talking, Adara, don't get distracted. "But that doesn't mean you have to torture me like this!" No! Adara, don't raise your voice. Relax . . . Relax. Aw, fuck it, I need it. "Mali, just bump the fucking thing up to three! I can't stand it!"

"I saw a documentary a while ago." The tips of his claws scritch at the base of my nipples, at my areola. "When girls cum, their pussies suck up the sperm, so if I build up a super orgasm by not letting you cum, you'll have a higher chance of getting knocked up. You'll just suck it all up, and we'll have a bunch of cute li'l vole babies."

"I don't give a shit about any fucking documentaries! And if anything, you're the one that should be edging to build up a huge load." A shuddering breath escapes me as I look down at his teasing touch.

"Actually, no, honey, it's you who should be edging, 'cause you're the one that's tied down." He chuckles in that deep, baritone voice of his and boops the tip of my nose.

I glare at him, my swollen nipples framing him on both sides, as he pads towards the door. "Fine! Screw you, Malachi! Go and have lunch with those self-important bastards."

"Oh, A, you don't actually mean that, but don't you worry." His hand twists the knob. "When I'm back in an hour or two, maybe, since you're being such a good girl, I'll make you cum with the vibrator before we start fucking like rabbits, yeah?"

"I don't need any goddamn favors from you," I blurt out even though I wanted, needed that orgasm more than anything.

"Favors? You mean like the messenger app that's up on screen?" He points at the wall-mounted monitor. "Since you're all tied up and can't look at your phone, I'll send you messages this way."

"Yay!" I wiggle my butt to try and get more of the vibrator on me. "Now you can annoy me all the way from the other side of town."

He tuts and shakes his head. Even in the faint glow of the monitor, I see his whiskers perk up. "No use trying to grind your cute little ass into that thing." Mali steps out and, with the door ajar, pokes his snout back into the room. "Setting two is never enough. You and I both know that." The door closes.

As the clicking of claws of his bare paws against mahogany fades away, I throw my head back and grunt in frustration. Maybe he's wrong. Maybe I'm wrong too. Maybe I can train myself to focus. OK. Let's do this. I will all the tension out of my body and feel stress leaving the tips of my fingers and toes. I control my breathing, listen to my heartbeat, the gentle humming of the massager. A minute passes. Two minutes. Five minutes.

The vibrator purrs against my panties. It feels _good,_but if only it were a bit more intense.

OK. Relax, Adara. Let's try it again. Maybe I know what's wrong. Stress. It's gotta leave my fingers, toes, and my tail, too. I crane my neck. All right, let's get your tail involved. Most of my tail's poking out from under my butt, where that dumb vibrator and its stand are. I squint. Yes, there's the tip. Should be easy to make stress leave the tip of my tail, it's--wait!

I flex the muscles just above my ass and watch as my tail emerges, little by little, pink segment by pink segment. I laugh out loud. Oh, poor Mali. You forgot to tie my tail down. Let's get to business. Let's see. I poke around the vibrator's plastic handle, trying to feel out where the controls are.

Relax, relax. So close, so close. Yes! There's that damn sliding switch thing. My tongue sticks out of my mouth as I try to get the thing to shift. One more time. One more time . . .

Click.

No! Fuck! That made it go to one. Ugh! OK. Adara. Relax. I swallow my anger and push the other way.

Click.

Two again. OK.

Click.

Oh, fuck yeah. That's three all right. Mmmm. My clit, I can feel it jittering oh so good. I close my eyes and take in the thrumming for a second or two. This should be good enough for a solid orgasm, but I need more. I deserve more.

Click.

Four. Holy fuck! My ass starts rocking back and forth, and I shiver in sheer ecstasy. At this point, it's hard to fight the urge to just lie there and let the orgasm sneak up on me. But I will be damned if I don't cum on this thing's highest setting.

Click.

Yes! Oh my God, YES! OK. OK, relax. Shit. Just let it happen, Adara. Fuck Mali. Setting five, yes. After you cum, just slide it back to two, he'll be none the wiser. It's so good, fuuuuuuck. Ugh. Ahhh, yessss. Girl, you deserve it. Mhm. Nice. Oh. OK. Relax. You're OK. Relax, it feels so much better when you let it. Let it. Oh. You're gonna cum, Adara. You are going to cum.

A second before orgasm, as if possessed, my back arches as much as it can. In that second, I become hyperaware of my body, of every nerve ending, of my engorged nipples and the cool air-conditioned breeze kissing them, of my tail wrapping itself around my thigh as the jackhammer vibrations knead my clit.

"OH, GOD, FUCK!" White-hot flashes of an earth-shattering orgasm rip through me. My pussy throbs and pumps under my soaked panties, and I groan long and hard. My breasts jiggle, shudder with each grunt, and my toes curl so hard they intertwine.

My torso straightens out, and, beneath me, the cool, sweat-stained bedsheet contrasts beautifully with the warmth of those waves of pleasure, more and more spaced out. Finally, I blink, vision still adjusting to the darkened room, to the glow of the monitor. My thrumming heart settles, and my ears, they register the ferocious hum of the massager. I close my eyes and wait for that soothing euphoria that comes right after relief.

A hiss escapes me. No afterglow--instead, my clit screams how sensitive she is. I jerk and wiggle my ass, but Mali, the little bastard, he got that fucking swiveling stand and attached the wand to me with this flexible rope. No matter how much I squirm and thrash, the goddamn thing, it stays right on my clit. Ughh.

Fine, gotta turn this goddamn thing off. I unfurl my tail off my thigh and feel around. Shit, it's so sensitive. OK, there's the slider. Fuck! Why isn't it budging? Fucking move! Oh, my God, I can't take it! It felt so good just a minute ago! Relax, relax. Adara, relax. OK. Let's try again.

Wait. Am I? Am I going to cum again? No, I. Oh, fuck, I am! I'm cumming!

Orgasmic ecstasy with a hint of pain snakes its way up my pussy, my tummy, my spine--again, my back curves off the bed. "Ugh, fuck yeah!" Goddammit! It feels so good but so painful, holy shit!

I clear my parched throat as my body lurches. The orgasm's gone, but that awful feeling's back, and it's real, real bad this time. "Ack! Make it stop!" I squeal. I take ragged breaths to regain my composure. Focus, Adara. Focus. Time to turn this fucking thing off, God.

Flick.

Flick.

Come on! Please just fucking budge!

Ding.

What?

My eyes shoot over to the monitor. The messaging app.

Hey A sorry stuck in traffic jam, when i get to the restaurant ill let you know, ill probably be delayed a couple hours at least

But thats ok, i hope youre having fun with the vibrator ;)

What! Two hours! No! I need to get this thing to stop. Oh my God it's so sensitive! Fuck. OK. Adara, relax. Calm yourself. Oh, it's so sensitive. OK. Yes, it's sensitive. But if you keep freaking out, you'll never get out of this. OK. I wedge the tip of my tail into the small space between the sliding button and the plastic handle. My hands ball up, and, over the infernal noise of the massager, my thumb knuckle pops. All right, now push, Adara, push, push as hard as you can to 0.

I squeeze down on my tummy and flex my muscles.

Snap!

No. No, no, no. My heart sinks, it drops to the bottom of a dark, cold, and unexplored region of the ocean. I crane my neck. The button's lying on the bed, right next to my bent knee. It's snapped off, and there are jagged edges where it's supposed to be attached to the vibrator.

I panic and thrust my ass, push and shove with all my might to try and buck the fucking thing off my poor clit. Instead. Instead . . . Pressure builds in my loins amidst the sensations. Another orgasm. No! No, no, no, Adara, don't cum! Oh, yes! It's so good! No, focus, Adara! You'll be so much more sensitive if you orgasm! Oh, fuck it, I'm gonna cum!

My third climax makes me contort in a feeling I cannot for the life of me comprehend. "Too much, too much! Fuck!" My thighs shiver. I can't help but notice the streak of pleasure buried deep in that cocoon of pain. It goes on for the longest time.

My orgasm subsides little by little, the contractions I imagine like those of childbirth: crampy, wrenching a gasp out of me. The bulbous head of the vibrator. It's so warm against my moist panties. It's heating up! OK, good. I gulp. Adara, here's the thing. It's going to turn off by itself because it's getting overheated.

Ding.

Hows my hprny little slut?

Still having fun with that thing?

Good thing i installed that cooling system

What? Cooling system? My eyes shoot open and stare at the rattling massager for the longest time. I see it. Goddammit! There's a tube, and there's some liquid swishing through it.

Its gonna keep you happy for hours A ????

Cant wait till tonight

I let out a cry of desperation as the vibrator cools down against my clit, my excruciatingly sensitive clit. My mouth opens--I want to curse Mali's existence. Instead, the sluttiest moan comes out. Another one! Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum again! I'M GONNA--