Avery barely had a mont to exhale before a familiar voice, deep, smooth, and entirely too amused, drifted from behind her.
"How is my bad little wife enjoying her punishnt?"Her entire body went rigid.
Slowly, she turned.
And there he was.
Archie. Of course, he was the one.
Avery turned around sharply, eyes flashing as she hissed, "What was that about earlier? While I was on the red carpet? Seriously, Archie?"
He rely smirked, an infuriatingly smug expression that only made her pulse race faster.
Avery took a breath, forcing herself to sound calm. "I understand that I lied, but don’t you think this punishnt is bordering on improper?"
Archie shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets with an air of nonchalance. "I get to decide that."
Avery’s heart hamred in her chest. She saw the movent of his hand and didn’t even hesitate, she stepped forward, grabbing onto his wrist with a forced, sweet smile. "Wait... I, uh, I’m sorry for how I spoke earlier. You really don’t need to press it now."
Archie’s lips curled wickedly. "Why? Are you wet already?" His voice was low, teasing, dripping with dark amusent. "Ready for to ravish and devour you after the ball?"
Avery’s breath caught, her insides tightening traitorously at his words. She quickly schooled her features and whispered harshly, "Stop it, Archie. What if soone is reading your lips from afar?"
"Doesn’t matter," he murmured, his breath warm against her ears as he leaned in slightly.
Before Avery could form a response, she felt it.
The sudden, now familiar, intense vibration tore through her, pleasure detonating from her core outward. She gasped, her entire body jerking, her grip tightening on his hand as a small, helpless moan escaped her lips.
Archie’s smirk deepened.
But she couldn’t be bothered with that. She felt herself climbing, her body trembling with each wave of pleasure, her breath coming in short pants. She was so close, just a little more, just a little...
And then it stopped.
Her body ached in the absence, left teetering on the edge.
"Fuck you," she whispered, her nails digging into his wrist.
Archie chuckled darkly. "Oh, I will," he murmured, voice thick with promise. "Just not here. Not yet. I will after your punishnt."
Avery opened her mouth, ready to snap at him, but just then, the lights dimd, signaling the start of the event. She clenched her jaw and turned on her heel, striding away from him. But not before shooting him one last glare.
She found Alice standing near the stage, watching her with an amused expression.
"You look red," the latter comnted, raising a brow.
She exhaled sharply. "It’s the temperature," she lied.
Alice simply shrugged. "When they call us, we’ll go up together."
Avery nodded stiffly, still trying to steady her heartbeat.
Then Alice gestured toward Archie, who was now standing further in the hall, his dark gaze still locked onto them.
"I see you were talking to him," she mused.
Avery forced a neutral expression. "I just introduced myself."
Alice gave her a knowing smirk. "Oh, really? Then why is he still looking at you?"
Avery hesitated, then turned slightly to glance in Archie’s direction. Sure enough, his piercing gaze hadn’t wavered.
She scoffed, quickly turning back.
"I don’t think we are the ones he’s looking at."
She closed the matter with that, eager to distract herself from Archie and what he would continue to do to her as the event progressed. She had already realized, begging wouldn’t work on this man. Not when he was this determined to punish her.
And from the dark, unreadable expression on his face, she knew he would continue to edge her in the most inappropriate situations until the night was over.
But she wasn’t going to beg him.
No! She refused to!
~
Half an hour later, Avery’s mindset had shifted entirely. The stubborn defiance she had clung to earlier had crumbled, replaced by a desperate need for relief. Her body trembled with every step, every breath, every passing second. The toy Archie had been controlling had pushed her to the brink, and now she was ready to beg, cry, and plead if it ant he would finally end this tornt.
The last thirty minutes had been a torturous blend of pleasure and frustration. Each ti soone approached her and Alice, whether to mingle, introduce themselves, or congratulate them on their presentation, Avery had to fight to keep her composure. The subtle vibrations from the toy had her teetering on the edge, her cheeks flushed and her legs unsteady. At first, she had tried to endure it, to prove to Archie that she could handle his little ga. But now? Now she was unraveling.
An edge of desperation had crept in, sharp and unrelenting. Her thoughts were consud by one thing: relief. If Archie wanted to bend her over right there in the middle of the room and give her what she needed, she was terrified she wouldn’t refuse. In fact, she had been trying to approach him for the past ten minutes, but every ti she took a step in his direction, he would press the button, sending a jolt through her that stopped her in her tracks.
She knew there was only one way to get his attention now. It was risky, and she wasn’t entirely sure it would work, but she was out of options. She had to try.
Avery stepped closer to the actor who had introduced himself earlier and was now engaged in conversation with Alice. She kept her eyes on Archie, knowing he was watching her every move. With a subtle flick of her tongue, she licked her lips, her gaze locking with his for a brief, charged mont. Then she turned her attention back to the actor, smiling sweetly as she pretended to laugh at sothing he said. She even reached out to playfully pat his arm, her touch light but deliberate.
Her phone pinged almost imdiately. She pulled it out, her heart racing as she saw the ssage from Archie.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Her fingers flew across the screen as she typed her reply. "Uhm... what does it look like? Maybe trying to find relief sowhere else since my husband is denying ."
The response ca in all caps, and she could almost hear the growl in his voice. "GET OVER HERE."
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