Chapter 5
The PleasureWand lay on the bed, silent. The sheets beneath it were black and charred, like a cigarette burn only larger. Where before only a hint of wire had been exposed at the base of the wand, the cord had melted away, and curls of copper frizzed out like a bad hair day.
Somehow, she didn’t think electrical tape would fix that now.
Her clit buzzed with the memory of the PleasureWand’s touch, unsated. Quickly Kiersten yanked the cord out of the wall and kicked the vibrator onto the floor, the robe, too, and she pulled off the burned sheets, as well. She balled them up and crammed them into her crotch, rubbing herself, eager for release now. She’d been close, so close, but it’d been forever since she’d had to do it herself and it took too long. Her wrists grew tired and her hands hurt, before she finally finallygot off.