Jacob finds her

Vibrating furiously, the dildos within you send you catapulting through an orgasm, obliviating your fears of being caught, making you forget that you're being caught on video. Your body tilts one way then the other. Pulling on your wrists, then pulling on your nipples, which just makes you squeal and buck some more.

Out in the hallway you hear a door open, and whimper as you fight to stay silent, clenching your teeth and listening desperately.

Feet shuffle on the floor, the door closes, but still you hear the shuffling feet, indicating that they're outside their apartment.

"Huh, open," a voice says, too indistinct for you to tell if it's male or female.

For a long moment you wait to see who will come through and discover you trussed up like a gift for them. Your mind goes through the terrifying possibilities and what they might do to you. Rather than horrifying you, like it normally would, the vibrations and situation seems to make it almost desirable.

A surge of sensations flow through you, dragging your brain kicking and screaming toward an orgasm as the feet become louder.

As a foot enters the door you fall over the edge, arching your back while jerking on the cuffs, yanking your nipples away from your body while squealing through an orgasm you can't control.

"Jenny!" a voice exclaims, a voice you immediately recognize. With horror you turn to the door, still humping the air.

"Jacob!" you gasp hoarsely, moaning from the sensations.

The perfect brown eyes of your boyfriend sweep over your body quickly, then again and again more and more slowly, and you recognize the look building within. Lust.

He steps forward, and you sigh in relief, knowing he'll rescue you, but trying to figure out how to explain things. Mid-way there he veers toward the netbook, picking it up and turning toward you.

"Cuffs, clamps, a video chat, sex toys..." he blinks at the large stack of unused toys. "I know what's going on."

Your eyes widen in fright, your mouth opens to try and explain, but he cuts you off.

"It's alright," he smiles, and you let out your breath in relief, going limp until the clamps chew on your nipples again. "You wanted to tell me about your unfulfilled needs. Your fantasies."

"Wh-what?" is all you can say, stunned by his conclusion.

"It's alright," he repeats, picking up a few more things and walking toward you. "You shouldn't have left the door open, even if you were certain I'd come running after seeing the chat. Or maybe the door needs a new lock. Anyway, now that I know what you need I can satisfy you the way you need it."