Her Prisoner (by Susan Strict)

Her Prisoner (by Susan Strict) by cactusman

When she eventually removed the vibrator from his mouth and turned off the vibrating and rotating controls, she examined it closely.

"I warned you," she said, obviously annoyed. "You've made teeth marks on it."

"Sorry," he croaked, hardly able to form his words properly. The powerful vibrator had left his mouth hurting and feeling as though it had been stretched out of shape. "I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to."