Page 93 of Until I Own You

I do so, heaving breaths through my nose.

My sweet and sour taste drips from his fingers onto my tongue.

“Yes, good girl. Very good girl,” he coos.

I suck and suck, our eyes locked.

Then, he taps my cheek and I release his fingers.

My chest still heaves as I attempt to regulate after one of the most powerful orgasms of my life and not breathing for god knows how long.

Seth departs as my body unfurls, goes to the armoire to retrieve something.

When he returns, he demands I sit up at the head of the bed, which I do without question. Pinched in his fingers is a ball gag.

I eye it, shyness blooming inside me.

I’ve had a fabric gag before. The clinical look of the ball gag scares me a little.

However, I’ve learned the things that scare me are often the most rewarding.

“Spread your legs,” he says. “Always spread your legs.”

I wriggle my legs into a straddle.

Seth climbs onto the bed. “Sit up.”

I obey.

“Open your mouth.”

I drop my jaw.

He smiles warmly. “Pretty pink mouth.”

Seth inserts the ball of the gag into my mouth, then buckles it around my head. He is careful to make sure it’s not too tight, just right.

“I am going to fuck you.” He leans over me. “And I’m going to relish every one of your muffled cries.”

He presses a kiss to my ear lobe, then drags his mouth down to my neck until his lips land against my collar where he lingers for a moment.

Then, Seth begins his exploration.

His hands slip up my body to my rib cage, tips of his fingers teasing the underside of the silk bra. “My favorite color on you,” he whispers. “You know why?”

I shake my head because the gag makes talking impossible.

Seth kisses the insides of each of my breasts. “Because blue things are infinite. The sky. The ocean. And you, Bridget.”

My eyes widen.

“You are my infinity.”

I want to touch him, to kiss him, to tell him how much he means to me. But I can’t. I need to be his good girl. To behave. Besides, my mouth is otherwise occupied.

I sigh, but it goes away fast as Seth languishes kisses across my breasts, then drops his mouth to my belly where the metal cords weave together.

His tongue follows the line of each one as they zigzag down to my panties, leaving warm tracks across my skin.

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