Page 88 of Dr. Fellow

His permission is all that my body needs to let go. I crash over the edge just like he commanded, my core spasming and searching for something to connect with. My inner muscles clench around the hook as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced shatters through me. My legs definitely give out, but Walker holds me in place, murmuring praises as he rubs me through the exquisite high.

When I finally come out of my euphoric fog, I feel jostling behind me. The rope connected to the hook in the ceiling slackens, allowing me to lower my sore arms from their raised position. I finally settle to my heels, the ache of my calves easing substantially now that I’m on the ground.

I turn to face Walker, holding my hands out so that he can release me from the rope secured around my wrists.

The harsh lines of his mouth tip up, an amused smirk forming on his lips. “Oh no. I’m not done with you yet. Kneel.”

I blink at him for a moment, confused but too placated by my orgasm to question his request. Sinking to my knees, I feel the hook jostle inside my tight hole, reminding me that I’m still very much in submissive territory.

Walker grabs something from his desk drawer before lowering his body in front of me so that we’re at eye level. It’s funny that I once questioned how he felt about me because the look in his eyes now is exactly the same one that he had the night of the engagement party—yearning.

I don’t look down at what’s in his hands, instead choosing to focus on the man in front of me.

“Once I put this gag in your mouth, you’re going to need to use your nonverbal safeword. Do you remember what it is?”

We’ve used squeezes before, but that only works if I’m touching him. So instead, I shake my head back and forth twice, holding his gaze.

“Good girl,” he praises, voice low and soft. “Open up for me.”

My eyes flutter closed as I follow his command, body tingling with contentment. Something slides along my tongue but it stops before I feel like I have to choke. A soft leather panel similar to a muzzle covers the lower half of my face, and though they’re not being held open like a traditional gag, my lips instinctively wrap around the rubber.

I breathe through my nose as he secures it behind my head, pulling tight so the gag presses deeper into my mouth. As best as I can, I run my tongue along the toy, trying to work out what is.

“It’s a cock gag,” Walker says, answering my non-verbal question. His fingers tug on the rope attached to the hook, jostling the metal deeper into my ass as he secures it to something. “Figured I would keep your mouth occupied while I fuck that tight little pussy on my desk.”

He pulls on the back of the strap, forcing me to arch my neck to avoid choking on the rubber. My eyes fly open, trying to determine what’s happening even though I know that he’s still behind me, and I won’t be able to see a damn thing. Drool starts to collect in my mouth, and I groan with frustration when I realize that I can’t swallow. My lips tighten around the dildo to keep the saliva in as Walker appears in front of me, the end of the rope in his fist.

His foot kicks out, jerking on the chain between my breasts. I’d almost forgotten about the clamps, but his movement sends a sharp sting down my spine and directly to my clit. I suck harder on the gag to silence my whimper, keeping my eyes glued to him.

“You know,” he muses, wrapping the rope around his hand several times. “I think I’d actually like to go for a walk before I fuck you. What do you think?”

My mouth must drop open slightly because I feel a distinct wetness run down my chin. His dark eyes follow the trail of drool, blowing wide with arousal.

His tone transforms from soft to mocking. “I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you, little devil?”

I don’t answer because that’s not what he wants. I just blink up at him through my lashes, wondering what the hell he’s planning.

He shows me instead of telling me, the muscles in his tattooed forearm rippling as he yanks on the rope. It sends the hook deeper and presses into some inherently pleasurable area that I’ve never tapped into. I shift on my heels, trying to alleviate the ache building between my legs again.

“Let’s walk to my desk,” he commands, drawing his gaze over my naked body.

I move to stand but he tugs on the rope again, jerking me back to the ground.

“No, no,” he tuts, lips in a harsh line. “I’m going to walk. You’re going to crawl in front of me, leashed to the hook in your ass like the good little sub you are.”

I nod to indicate my understanding, his words turning the tingle in my body to a full-blown sizzle. In any other situation, this would be humiliating. But with this man, it’s hotter than hell. I shift my body to the desk, leaning forward so my weight rests on my hands and knees.

Walker instructs me to keep my head up, but I must not do it to his liking because he tightens his grip on the rope, simultaneously adjusting the position of my head and the strain of the hook. The arch of my neck forces my jaw open and a waterfall of saliva spills onto the cowhide rug beneath me.

“Crawl for me, little devil. Show me how that stuffed ass and soaked pussy look your gagged mouth drools all over my floor.”

My body pulses with need as I follow his orders, sliding my still-bound wrists forward. My legs trudge behind, trying to work in tandem so that the strain on the rope doesn’t get too tight.

When I make it to the corner of the desk, I sit back on my heels and wait, thankful to give my knees some rest. The majority of the room might be covered in a rug, but there are still hardwoods beneath that make crawling surprisingly painful.

Walker tugs on the hook, lurching my body backward so that I’m sitting on my ass. I stare up at him, noticing the ripple of tension in his jaw and the riding crop in his other hand.

When the hell did he pick that thing up?

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