Page 58 of Loving the Liar

“You’re doing great, Ella. Everything will be okay. Do you want to put the gag on yourself?”

I shake my head. I can’t be an active participant. It hurts too much.

She does it. I struggle to open my mouth as wide as needed. It’s so much bigger than the gag I own. I haven’t even used mine since the last time Chris used it on me.

My jaw is already aching by the time she buckles it. Why such a big one? I’m choking on it.

I whimper when she puts a hand between my shoulder blades. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”

Easy to say, harder to do.

My staggered breaths make me panic some more.

“Slowly. Here you go. Well done. I’m going to cuff your wrists now.”

Tears well in my eyes, helplessness taking over.

“Please.” The word can’t even form in my throat, the ball in my mouth too big.

“They have rules,” she explains as she wraps leather around each of my wrists. “They can’t hurt anyone beyond repair. They can’t kill you.”

Is that meant to reassure me?

I test the cuffs. My hands are stuck by my thighs, and I had to adjust slightly. With my ass higher, I can’t lie completely flat anymore.

“You’re doing really well. I know the first time is scary. You’re very brave.”

I don’t think I can take her praise anymore. One of her hands is resting on my ass, and she caresses me.

“You’re already wet,” she murmurs. “You know you’re going to be okay.”

It’s only now that she points it out that I notice the dampness between my thighs and the tingling coursing through my clit.

Shame is added to fear. This is a nightmare.

“Last thing.”

It’s not just a blindfold. It’s not just a cloth that she ties behind my head.

It’s some sort of black plastic tape that doesn’t stick to my skin or my hair, but somehow sticks to itself.

“It’s bondage tape,” she explains as she wraps it around my head, covering my eyes. “It’ll save you some pain when we take it off. I’ve had duct tape in my hair, and I swear you’ll be grateful it’s not.”

She goes quiet as she keeps wrapping it over and over again. It becomes a thick band over my eyes as complete darkness engulfs me.

“He must care for you,” she admits. “He chose the softest restraint. He clearly doesn’t want to hurt you.”

As if. Reeves is the worst asshole I know. He’s going to have a great time making my life hell.

I hear the telltale of scissors cutting through plastic, and suddenly, her hands aren’t on me anymore.

A sob gets stuck in my throat, making my chest tremble against the mattress.

“All done. Take a minute to calm down, and I’ll call him in.”

I shake my head as a cry escapes me. I try to beg, but nothing intelligible comes out.

She puts a hand on my back, stroking me until my body stops trembling. As she caresses down to my ass, a delicate touch strokes my pussy, making me freeze.

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