Chapter 191: Vibrato for My Lamb

“You will wear something for me.”

I blinked, suspicion rising. “What thing?”

He walked over to the large walk-in closet and returned with a small, elegant black box. When he opened it, inside lay a sleek, beautiful object, smooth, rose-gold, shaped like a teardrop with a delicate handle. It looked expensive. Expensive and… intimate.

Ravial picked it up, turning it slowly in his fingers. “This is custom-made. The finest materials. It goes deep inside and I will control it from my phone. I will know exactly how wet you are, how fast your heart is beating, how close you are to coming while you sit there playing piano like a good little lamb.”

My face burned hot. “Mi Ravial… that is too much!”

“Those are my conditions,” he said, stepping closer. “Take them… or stay in this room with me.”

“What if someone hears? What if mi….”

He pressed the cool metal against my lower belly. “You will wear it. You will keep it in the entire time you’re at Juilliard. If you take it out, I will come get you myself and you will not leave this room for another week. And every time it vibrates, you will remember exactly who owns this body.”

His voice dropped even lower, dark and filthy. “I want to feel you squirm from miles away. I want to know the second you get wet thinking about me. And if you’re a very good girl… I might even let you come at the end of the audition.”

I stared at the device, thighs pressing together instinctively. It was humiliating but terrifyingly arousing.

“Yu are crazy,” I whispered, but my voice shook with something else.

Ravial leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly, like he hadn’t just threatened to edge me in public. “Crazy for you. Now be a good lamb and bend over.”

I hesitated for a long second… then slowly turned around, bending slightly over the bed, cheeks burning with embarrassment and excitement.

Ravial’s hand stroked down my back possessively as he prepared to slide the device inside me.

“Perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s my girl.”

Ravial’s hand stroked down my back possessively as he slowly pulled my nightdress up to my waist, exposing my bare ass and the thin lace panties I still wore. His palm landed on my right cheek with a sharp, playful slap.

I jerked forward with a surprised gasp, heat flooding my face. “Mi Ravial!”

He chuckled darkly, the sound low and hungry. “So sensitive already.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and dragged them down my thighs, letting them pool at my ankles. “Step out.”

I obeyed, breathing fast.

“Spread your thighs for me, baby,” he ordered softly, voice thick with lust.

I widened my stance, cheeks burning with embarrassment even as arousal pooled between my legs. Ravial hummed in approval, his large hand sliding up the back of my thigh. He picked up the rose-gold device and rubbed the smooth, tapered tip along my slick folds, teasing my entrance without pushing in.

I shivered hard, a soft whimper escaping me. “M… Mi Ravial… hurry…”

Smack.

His hand came down hard on my ass again. I yelped.

“Don’t rush me, princess,” he growled, spanking the other cheek. “This pussy belongs to me. I’ll take my time if I want.”

Before I could respond, he dropped to his knees behind me, spread my cheeks with both hands, and dragged his tongue slowly up my dripping slit. I moaned loudly, slapping a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.

Ravial chuckled into my pussy, the vibration sending sparks through me. He licked me again, slower, savoring, then sucked my swollen clit into his mouth hard.

“Ahh!” My knees buckled. I gripped the edge of the bed tightly as he devoured me, tongue fucking into me, sucking, licking, driving me crazy with wet, obscene sounds. He ate me like a man starved, groaning against my flesh like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted

My legs shook violently. Just when I thought I was about to come, he pulled back.

Ravial stood up, pressing the warm, slick device against my entrance. “Relax for me, little lamb.”

He pushed it in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open. The teardrop shape settled deep inside, the base sitting snugly against my folds. It felt full. Heavy. Intimate. My walls clenched around it instinctively.

“Fuck… that’s it,” he groaned.. “So full for me. Can you feel how deep it is, little lamb?”

I nodded frantically, clenching around the intrusion. It felt so dirty… so good.

Ravial groaned softly, one hand stroking my ass as he admired his work. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.” He gave the base a gentle push, making sure it was seated deep. “Now you’ll carry me with you all day.”

He pulled my panties back up and smoothed my nightdress down, then turned me around to face him. He cupped my chin, forcing me to look up at him even though his eyes were covered.

“Every time it vibrates today,” he whispered, thumb brushing my bottom lip, “you will think of me. When you’re sitting at that piano, or talking to your little friends, when you’re trying to focus… you’ll feel me.”

My thighs trembled. The device was already warm inside me, a constant, filthy reminder of who I belonged to.

“Now go to your audition, my good girl. But remember… I’m watching. I’m always watching.”

I shivered, already feeling the weight of the toy with every small movement.

This was going to be a very long day.

Two hours later.

“Leitana, are you okay?” Mikey asked, glancing at me sideways as we all walked toward the audition hall.

I tried to smile, but it felt shaky. The toy sat deep inside, full, slightly uncomfortable, pressing against sensitive spots with every step that made my thighs press together instinctively. It felt so wrong… and so shamefully good. I was nervous because I had no idea when or how strong Ravial would make it vibrate. He had said he could control it from his phone. That meant at any moment… it could start.

“I’m fine,” I said softly, trying to sound normal.

Ethan frowned, looking me over. “You’re sweating a lot. And you look… flushed. Are you sure you’re well? We can tell them you’re not ready if…..”

“I’m fine,” I repeated, forcing a brighter smile. “Really. Just… small nerves.”

Truth was, I had barely practiced. Those two days locked in the bedroom with Ravial, I had only managed to force him to bring the piano in for maybe an hour each day. My fingers still remembered the piece I wanted to play, something soft and emotional, a simple arrangement of an old Vanuatu hymn mixed with a classical piece but my mind was somewhere else entirely.

Marita walked beside me, giving me a knowing side-eye but staying quiet. She knew something was up, but she didn’t know what.

We entered the large audition room. Many students were already waiting, sitting in rows of chairs. The atmosphere was tense but exciting. A girl was on stage finishing her piece, her fingers flying over the keys while a theater student acted out a short dramatic scene beside her.

I sat down between Marita and Ethan, trying to breathe normally. The toy shifted slightly with the movement, pressing against a sensitive spot that made me bite my lip.

Then it happened.

A sudden, low vibration pulsed deep inside me.

My eyes went wide. My thighs clamped together hard as a sharp wave of pleasure shot through my core.

Oh no…

Ravial had turned it on.

I gripped the edge of my chair, trying not to make a sound. The vibration was slow but steady, teasing, making my pussy clench around the smooth metal. Heat flooded my face. I could feel myself getting wetter, the toy moving slickly inside me with every tiny shift of my body.

Marita leaned over, whispering, “Lei, yu face red o. You dey okay?”

I nodded quickly, but another stronger pulse hit me. A tiny whimper almost escaped my lips. I pressed my thighs tighter, breathing through my nose, trying desperately to stay still while the toy continued its wicked rhythm.

Ravial was controlling it from wherever he was.

And he was going to make this audition torture.