Page 46 of Take Me

Nikolai’s expression lights up as he looks the small thing over. It’s similar to the silicone-covered metal plate depressing my tongue, only this one is wider and double. Two plates meld together at the end to form a sort of U with holes in each plate.

My eyes go round as I realize that my tongue is supposed to go between the two plates.

“For public?” Nikolai asks with a bright smile as he holds the thing up and looks at Dax. “Without the harness?”

“No one will be able to see it,” Dax explains. “Of course, she’ll be able to open her mouth, but she won’t be able to speak.”

Nikolai grabs my jaw and aims all his sharp attention at me. “I don’t think you’ll want to open your mouth when I’m taking you into the public with this thing on your tongue, will you?”

I shake my head, drawing a shuddery breath through my nose as I imagine being among other people with my tongue stuck in the small device, a constant reminder of Nikolai’s inescapable ownership.

“Say something,” Mikhail orders.

I try, but my words come out as muffled strings ofaaasandiiis, and mortification washes over me, making my head fall forward with the urge to hide. I’ve taken so many humiliations at the hands of Mikhail and Dax, and even Dorin, but somehow, having my tongue immobilized and my ability to communicate stolen away affects me the most. And maybe even more so because it’s in front of the man I’ve dreamed of—the man I eagerly want to please.

“So pretty,” Nikolai says as he lifts my chin and studies the handiwork.

I want to crumble at his feet. The harness has snuffed out whatever resistance I had left and reduced me to something that’s not my own anymore.

But when he wraps a firm hand around my nape and pulls my forehead to his chest, it’s not the devastating loss I feel. It’s the deep peace of belonging.

“Mine,” he says, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. And that’s it. Like a switch, his word shuts off the rest of the world, wrapping me in a cocoon of floaty submission.

“I suggest you let her use the toilet while we go get the last things,” Dax says when Nikolai pulls back and lets me sit up straight again.

Dax and Mikhail leave the cell, closing the door behind them, and Nikolai orders me to use the toilet, standing in front of me with arms crossed over his wide chest as I relieve myself.

A few minutes later, Mikhail and Dax return, carrying a large wooden cargo box long enough to fit a person.

I gulp as I watch them set it down in the middle of the cell.

“On your knees, your back to the room,” Dax orders, pointing at the mattress.

I gingerly sink into position, breathing heavily at the sound of metallic rattling as he comes up behind me. He starts by wrapping a wide leather belt around my waist. Reaching his arms around me, he closes the belt on my stomach, making me gasp each time he yanks at one of the two straps to close it. His touch is mechanical and practical like he’s preparing a package for send-off. To him, I’m an object without a voice—without the right to an opinion.

And that’s exactly how I feel. But instead of tearing at me and tensing my muscles, the thought frees me. There’s no need to struggle, consider what Ishouldfeel, or what they think about me. So I give up all thought and all self, swaying along with Dax’s ministrations, pliant in mind and body as he shoves me forward and places me on all fours.

“Spread her ass,” Dax says, and Mikhail steps in to spread my cheeks apart while Dax drips cold lube onto my narrow opening and slips the tip of a small dildo inside. He turns it a little and moves the tip in and out a few times, but it’s not to tease or titillate. He’s simply taking care not to break me in the process. The moment my muscles loosen, he pushes past my sphincter and all the way inside with one smooth motion.

I whimper as my nerves flare alive, and when he spreads my pussy open and presses a wide dildo against my other opening, I start jerking and making small involuntary wriggles as electricity sparks in my overly sensitive folds.

“Be still.” Dax smacks my ass, and I dig my fingers into the mattress as he shoves the toy in. He doesn’t even need to pry or use lube. I’m so wet and ready that the wide toy slides right in despite the dildo in my ass narrowing the space.

I groan and moan behind the leather as I struggle to rein in the flaring need bursting through my body. The need only grows when Dax pulls a strap between my legs, making me realize that the toys are attached to it as he pulls it tight and the dildos sink deeper into me. Helplessness becomes an intoxicating drug on my mind as he attaches the strap to the waist belt, locking the toys in place deep inside me.

Tears spring to my eyes when Dax and Mikhail pull me up on my knees and help me turn around on the mattress to face them. The explosion of sensation is simply too much as the toys move inside me, rubbing against each other and sending sparks of electricity into my overly sensitive folds.

I stare up at Nikolai, shaking my head as the oppressive feeling of the dildos expands and pounds through my abdomen, shooting bolts of lightning that make me spasm with a painful need for release.

Dax and Mikhail proceed to put leather mittens on my hands and strap them to the waist belt. All the while, I keep staring at Nikolai with tears streaming down my cheeks, my nostrils flaring as my breaths come in staggered drags.

He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t twitch a muscle. He’s impassive and uncompromising until Dax and Mikhail step aside. Only then does he approach and sink to his haunches before me, grabbing my chin in a hard grip that matches his stern expression.

“You’re mine. Mine to use, mine to hurt, and mine to torment. I’ll take care of you too, but right now I want you to feel my power through and through. I’m your master, and you’ll take whatever I give you, whenever I give it. Are we clear?”

I nod in his hand, sniffling as the tears run faster. But it’s not because his words scare me; it’s because I can’t contain the emotions swelling inside me.

Mikhail breaks the trance. “Sure I can’t get you another girl? I have great ones who have just finished their training, and I can give you a good price.”

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