Page 51 of Take Me

“So pretty,” Nikolai says. “But we’d better do something about this,” he adds as he swipes a thumb along the side of my mouth to catch a bit of spit that’s already dripping out.

He proceeds to strap a collar onto my neck, backward to position the ring at the back of my neck. Then he attaches a small chain to the back of the harness and to the collar ring, forcing my head slightly backward. It makes it easier to swallow the saliva gathering at the back of my throat, but I’m not sure it will prevent the mess of me drooling fully.

Finally, he finishes off by attaching leather cuffs to my wrists and gathering them behind my back.

Stepping in front of me, he watches the result. “Perfect. Now, be a good girl and stay there while I go greet my guests.”

He leaves the room, and a few minutes later, I hear voices drifting through the suite. I squirm on the pillow as steps close in, squeezing my eyes shut as I hear them enter the room.

“Open your eyes, my sweetLisichka,” Nikolai says, and the feeling of his warm hands cupping my cheeks as he steps behind me is a welcome relief. They provide some much-needed stability as I go against all my instincts and peel my eyes open to look up at a man I’ve never seen before.

His eyes roam over me with unrestrained hunger—my distended mouth, my pushed-up breasts, and my every curve. Being dressed is a small mercy, but even so, I feel stark naked as I try to clench my jaw around the ring gag and my mouth remains wide open.

“You may greet her,” Nikolai tells the stranger, who leans down and hovers in front of my face, his hot, minty breath seeping into my mouth.

Pfft.

I yelp as he spits. Right onto my tongue. Jerking, I try to move my head—farther back, forward, to the side. Anything to rid my tongue of the sensation of a stranger’s spit sliding down it. But Nikolai tightens his hands around my head, and the spit is stuck in my mouth. I can’t even move my tongue to swallow it.

“Can you feel how helpless you are,” Nikolai says in a low voice as he leans his head close to my ear. “You can’t even swallow Luc’s spit. All you can do is wait for it to slowly slide to the back of your mouth. Then maybe you can swallow some of it.”

The wet sensation on my tongue intensifies as Nikolai draws my attention to the crude humiliation, and my breaths come in loud drags through my open mouth. But it’s not just the need to flee that has me breathing hard. My breaths deepen as I sink further into that fluffy space where nothing but Nikolai’s demand matters. And when the next man spits in my mouth, I wriggle on the pillow as a slow hum stirs at my core.

“Good girl,” Nikolai croons, stroking his thumbs along my cheeks. My eyes glide shut as I sink into the fluffy space under his control. He hums, enjoying my surrender, and the world slips away for a minute as we stay there, caught in the potent power exchange. “Now open your eyes again and face the next man who’s going to spit in your mouth.”

My eyes are swimming as I peel them open, and I blink a few times before I can get a good sight of the man in front of me. My breath nearly stops when I see him.

“Such a dirty little girl.” Mikhail sinks to his haunches and retrieves a handkerchief from his suit pocket. “Drooling out of your mouth.” He lifts the soft fabric to my chin and wipes the moisture away. “You’d better make sure my spit remains in your mouth,Koshechka,or I’ll have to punish you.”

I give him the slightest nod as I stare up at him, trapped by his powerful authority that has effectively broken me into pieces and built me up to become the person I am today. A person I sometimes don’t recognize, yet a person I wholeheartedly want to be. Shame and regret may swamp me at times when I face the world and remember all the things I lost in the process of getting here, but whenever Nikolai wraps a hand around my throat and spears his command into me with the sharp acuteness of his eyes, the world slips away, and nothing else matters. Only his command.

Mikhail roams his gaze over the gag and the spit caught on my tongue. “Now, I can’t make you ask for this, but I can ask you to accept it.” He grabs my chin in his hand and leans close. “Would you like me to spit in your mouth,Koshechka?”

A dizzy, sort of cloudy sensation settles over my brain, and I let out a small sound that’s supposed to be a “mm” as I nod my head.

“I’d be most happy to.”

Pfft.

Another glob of spit lands on my tongue, mixing with the others and slowly gliding toward the back of my mouth. Humiliation and dark desire twine and twirl inside me, and when Nikolai steps around me to spit in my mouth himself, my head is swimming and heat is humming in my body.

The men take their seats at the table, but the only ones I notice are Nikolai and Mikhail, who sit on each side of me. Their voices mix with the clanks and clinks of plates, cutlery, and glasses as they start eating. It becomes a gentle soundtrack at the back of my consciousness as I sink into a floaty headspace. The only words that register in my muddled brain are when Nikolai leans down to say, “Such a good girl,” or Mikhail lifts my jaw and asks, “Can you still feel my spit on your tongue?” then swipes a drop of saliva off my chin as he adds, “You’d better hope this is not it.”

I can’t even respond, and when Nikolai asks if I want to eat too, I just blink my blurry eyes up at him, barely understanding the question.

“Shall we feed my pretty girl, gentlemen?” Nikolai asks, and then he and Mikhail are turning me around on the pillow as the other two men round the table to stand in front of me.

I vaguely notice Mikhail turning a chair around and placing a steel dog bowl on it.

“Are you hungry,Lisichka?” Nikolai asks as he once again stands behind me, wrapping his warm hands around my cheeks to hold my head in place.

The question is rhetorical. I don’t get a chance to answer before one of the men steps in front of me, pants already open, and slides his swollen cock past the ring gag, straight into my mouth.

My head clears somewhat at the sudden intrusion sliding over my tongue, into the remaining spit. “Ahh, ah,” I protest, jerking my head against Nikolai’s hands, trying to draw back. But I’m stuck. He holds my head firmly in place as the man in front of me drags his cock in and out through the ring, invading my mouth with his quickly growing erection.

“Don’t worry, he’s not gonna come in your mouth,” Nikolai soothes, but his words barely register as the man presses the thick head of his cock against the back of my throat.

“Keep relaxing your throat,” Nikolai tells me.

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