Page 40 of Slaughter

She arches her back and sighs. “Avery … please.”

“Please what?” I ask, licking her once again and tasting her. She tastes just as I remember. Like candy. She always gave me a sugar rush.

“Please let me come,” she begs, and I smile against her skin.

Instead of answering, I lick her again, my tongue entering her with force. My mouth gets more and more aggressive while I look up at her thrashing against the bed while I fuck her with my tongue. And just when I feel her body tighten, knowing she’s about to come, I stop and pull away.

“Avery.” She pants.

I crawl off the end of the bed and grab her left ankle. I pull it over to the side where I slide the rope around it and then go to do the same with the other, spreading them far apart.

She lifts her head off the bed to look down at her ankles tied, and she tries to pull on them. Her back arches and tits bounce. “Please …” She starts to sob.

“Begging won’t work, Bunny,” I tell her. She looks just as beautiful as I thought she would while helpless.

She yanks on her wrists and cries out. “Pull all you want. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Fucking let me go,” she shouts, finding that anger again.

I wanna fuck her so bad but shake my head. “No.”

“AVERY!” She screams my name.

“You disobeyed. This is your punishment.”

Her body shakes as tears roll down the side of her face. “This isn’t a fucking game.” She arches her back, trying to yank herself free. All she’s gonna do is make the ropes tighter.

“I agree.” This is her life now. “You’re my slave. The sooner you figure that out, the better for both of us.”

“Never!”

I pull the little black ball out of the pocket of my slacks and walk over to the side of the bed. I lean over it, and she looks up at me with hatred even as new tears slide down her face. “Open your mouth,” I order.

She sees the ball gag in my hand, and her lips thin.

“I won’t repeat myself, Bunny.”

She turns her head, looking away from me.

I sigh. “This will happen. Either you do it willingly, or I force you. If I have to force you, then there will be another punishment? So which will it be, Bunny?”

She very slowly turns her head back to face me. I reach out and trace her soft lips. Her bottom one has a cut on it from my men. I hate to have to do this to her. I’d much rather have her lips wrapped around my cock than a silicone ball, but rules are rules, and she broke them.

She very slowly parts her lips for me, and I place the ball between them, forcing her mouth open wider. She whimpers, not expecting it to be as big as it is. “Lift your head.” She does as I say, and I fasten it in place, making sure it’s tight enough she can’t push the gag out with her tongue but not so tight that it hurts her.

When I look back down at her face, she has her eyes closed tightly. I place a hand between her legs, and she jumps, not expecting it. I moan, pushing a finger into her. “Once again, you’re soaking wet, Bunny. I think you like being tied down and used.”

She yanks on her ropes and a sob wracks her body, muffled by the gag. I remove my finger from her, and she lifts her hips, wanting more. Leaning down, I kiss her on the forehead. “I know I like seeing you this way,” I say and then walk out, shutting the light off and closing the door behind me.

PRESLEIGH

My jaw hurts, and I can feel slobber running down the sides of my cheeks. There’s nothing attractive about gags, but I hate to admit that it makes me wet. I try to move my legs to get some friction in that spot that needs it the most, but I don’t have any luck. The ropes have tightened on my ankles, rubbing them raw and cutting off the circulation. But that doesn’t stop me. I have to keep trying. I need it. To be touched. Or fucked.

My breasts hurt, my nipples ache, and my hands are numb. They’re still tied above my head. Spread wide. All I can do is lift my head, but it doesn’t matter because the lights are off, preventing me from seeing anything. I’m bathed in darkness, but I see the red light over in the corner. I know that’s the camera, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s watching me. If he’s as hard as I am wet.

I’ve screamed until my lungs burn, but it just comes out muffled, and now my throat is sore. I’ve sobbed so hard that my body still shakes, and my head pounds.

I hate him!

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