All she knew was happening was that she was getting stuck. Stuck on the verge of only her second orgasm at the hands of another. And she wasn't sure why, or how. Only that it was one of the most brutal things she could say she felt. It quickly became the only thing on her mind, until Chloe started to do that thing again with her collar. It took little for her to start writhing, bucking against her, and shaking her head limply.

Between that and being on this perpetual edge, she didn't have a voice to speak with, or a mind to put the words together without them coming out melted and messed up.

"P-please..." She groaned out, closing her eyes tight as she struggled so meekly against her.