Page 23 of Forbidden Mistress

Licking her lips, she flashes him a smile and lays down on her stomach, arms spread out. He leans over her, takes her wrists and ties them together, then ties each ankle to a bedpost so she’s spread wide, completely open.

“Ball gag,” he barks at me like a surgeon.

I step over and grab that, then hand it to him. It looks like a small belt with a red ball in the center. Her head is turned to the side. He places the ball in her mouth and secures the strap around her head, careful not to cinch it too tightly.

Wow, that does not look comfortable.

“Bring me the plug, and some lubricant,” he says.

I walk over to the wardrobe again and look for something that resembles a plug. My eyes wander all manner of strange tools and objects, half of which I have no idea what their use is. I must’ve stood there too long because he says, “It looks like a rabbit tail.”

Sure enough, there’s a silver pointed egg-shaped thing with a white cotton tail secured to the top. I grab that and one of the tubes of lube.

I walk it over, hand it to him, and watch as he rubs lube on the silver part, then inserts it into her puckered hole. Just slips it right in there. She moans a little, but it sounds like she likes it. Now, it looks like she has a fluffy white bunny tail.

“I need the nine-inch,” he says to me.

Honestly, if I didn’t know he was talking about dildos, I’d think he was a surgeon. Back at the wardrobe, I scan the toys. There are several dildos, all of varying sizes, but the red one looks to be about nine inches long, so I grab that one and hand it to him.

While she’s tied up, gagged, with a butt plug inserted, he brushes the tip of the dildo along the seam of her entrance. She squirms a little, moaning behind the ball gag. She lifts her ass a little in a silent plea for more. With a swift slap on the globe of her ass, Hart puts her in her place. It’s not super aggressive, but it does leave a red hand mark on her skin.

“You will be patient,” he growls. He pulls his shirt off, exposing all those beautiful muscles. And that gorgeous tattoo of Celtic knotwork…my eyes slide over it, fascinated anew.

Quietly, awkwardly, I move back to my chair and sit down. Willow is turned toward me, so I can see the pure agony on her face, even with the mask and ball gag. She closes her eyes tightly like she’s trying to quiet the desire rushing through her body.

Yeah, sista, I know exactly how you feel.

My gaze moves to Hart. He’s so fucking gorgeous. I just don’t think I’ll ever get over that. He’s one of those men you see in magazines about fitness, or as a lead in a movie. It’s hard to believe he’s flesh and blood, standing right in front of me.

I watch as he spreads her ass cheeks wide with one hand, and with the other, slides the dildo into Willow’s entrance slowly. I swear, I can almost feel the long shaft inside me. I shift in my hard wooden chair and cross my legs to quell the pulsing in my center. When the dildo is fully seated, he pauses, allowing her body to acclimate. After about three seconds, he pulls it out of her and pushes it back in, slow and steady. But all I can see is him. I watch the flex of his veined muscles as his arm moves, the grip of his long fingers on the cheeks of her ass.

I swallow and straighten my spine, which puts a little pressure on my clit. It doesn’t help. I’m on fire, just watching him. His tempo quickens, pushing the dildo deeper and deeper. Willow is squirming beneath him, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. And then he stops. He pulls the dildo out and sets it next to her on the bed.

Both Willow and I swallow hard.

What the hell is he going to do next?

I pray he just puts her out of her misery, because by extension, Willow is me. It feels like slow motion when he turns his head and pins me with that dark stare that spears me all the way to my bones. I’m biting my bottom lip, practically drawing blood with my blunt teeth. He stalks over to me and hauls me up off the chair. His masked face is inches from mine, his muscles bulging.

“You’re distracting me,” he says coldly.

I frown. Uh…I’m not sure what to say to that. Can he read minds? Can he tell I’ve been lusting after him this whole time?

“I’m–I’m just sitting here. Not doing anything.”

His fingers tighten around my upper arm. “You’re squirming.”

“What? I can’t move now, either?”

His eyes narrow, and his voice, when he speaks, sounds dangerous. “Do I need to get you off, too, Little Fawn? So you can fucking concentrate?”

Oh…Yes, please.

I just blink up at him, feeling a bit cheeky. “I can do that for myself, thanks.”

I swear to God, the growl the rumbles in his chest is so fucking low, I fear he might actually do some damage to my arm. His restraint is incredible. He releases my arm and barks, “Sit down and remain still.”

I plop back into my seat, feeling a little chastised. I didn’t do anything wrong. I might have been a little squirmy, but so what? Jeez. If he wants someone who won’t move at all, then he should get a fucking robot. I almost want to move more now, just to fuck with him. It’s too bad I really need the money, or I’d do just that. But I can’t risk getting fired. Unfortunately.

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