Vibrator?

Astrid’s POV:

“You can’t subject me to this kind of isolation from my friends and the outside world!” I expressed my discontent as we walked, struggling to catch my breath.

“I can, and I am! You have never chosen the best people around you.” He took me in his arms, and we headed upstairs.

“Including you!” I shouted, but he didn’t bother replying to me.

He forcefully tossed me onto the bed, his actions assertive and commanding. As he swiftly unbuckled his belt, I could not rise from the bed, feeling trapped beneath his dominating presence.

“You didn’t choose me. We are destined to be with each other till death,” he declared passionately, securing my hands with the belt fastened to the bedpost. Caught off guard by his sudden action, fear gripped me as the thought of being restrained against my will overwhelmed me.

“Don’t do it!” I shouted.

“No! I don’t care if you don’t remember, but we had a mutual decision about me showing my dark side to you if you ever make me angry enough. So, her