Getting Even with Evie Ch. 02

Marcus got up a reached out for a nearby towel, mopping up his brow and forehead. He threw it to her, but she didn't reach to pick it up. His cock had deflated now, and he rolled off the condom, slipping into his lab coat.

"You should probably get that butt-plug back into your ass now. It'll slow your next peak." He told her, placing the plug on the ground beside her.

"I fucking hate you." She replied. Evie picked up the butt plug and got up, heading over to a nearby bench. She leaned over and reached around, positioning the sex toy's tip against her loose ring. It slid into her effortlessly, bringing a moan to her lips and jolt of electricity to her pussy. Regardless of how much she hated Marcus right now, she felt absolute bliss when her ass was full. The plug settled the fog in her mind, allowing her to square off directly facing her tormentor.

"Alright. You're going to tell me now exactly what you've done to me, and how we can stop it." She shot at him.

"It's not quite that simple." He said. "But I'll try to explain it tonight at dinner."