Page 35 of His Dark Hunger

“Reach into the left-hand inside pocket of my jacket and pull out what you find there.” His excited blue eyes accelerated her galloping pulse.

He’d left something in there. Something to tantalize her with, and the irony was that she’d been carrying the damn thing around ever since he’d offered her his jacket.

She obeyed at once, conscious of the multiple pairs of eyes on her as her fingers dove into the lined pocket to discover what he had in mind. Dread furled into anticipation when her fingertips grazed over the edge of a plastic ball, her attention flying straight to Kyle’s.

“You’ve found it.” He smiled, lifting the tumbler to his lips. “Well, don’t keep the others waiting. Show them what’s in there, little girl.”

She tugged the ball from the pocket, her breathing labored as she dragged it out into the light. The ball gag was similar to the ones he’d used on her before, but the plastic ball was new and much bigger than she’d been used to. Her sex clenched at the intoxicating prospect of being forced to endure it, but she would—for him.

“Well?” Nigel snapped from behind her. “Show us!”

She shifted on her knees slowly, waving the item in the air while simultaneously refusing to meet any of the men’s eyes.

“What is it, Amy?” Kyle’s knowing tone returned with a vengeance.

“A ball gag, sir.” Her voice was tiny.

“A what?” Shaun shifted forward in his chair to get a better look.

“A ball gag,” Kyle confirmed. “Ideal for silencing pretty little mouths while us men talk.”

The muscles between her thighs clenched at his meaning, understanding not only how excruciating it would be to have to wear the thing, let alone in front of them all, but also how much being mute would liquify her sex. Kyle had played the game with her before, preferring to gag her in the evenings once her mouth had proved useful in whatever capacity he desired. Every time he’d suggested it, the results had been the same. She hated the thing, yet at the same time, she loved it.She loathed being silenced, yet her body was enthralled. The contradiction made no sense to her in the slightest.

“You gag her!”

She closed her eyes as another of the men squawked at her downfall.

“Only when she needs it.” Kyle beckoned her toward him with his index finger. “I expect a lot from Amy, and gagging her means she can stop worrying about what to say and justbe.”

She shuffled closer, dropping the gag onto his outstretched palm. His explanation wasn’t quite the way she’d have put it, but something about the rationalization clarified things for her mind. There was something oddly fascinating in being reduced to a ‘thing’ that merely was. She didn’t need to think, didn’t need to speak and say anything intelligent or witty. She could just be whatever he wanted her to be—a thing for his use or pleasure. Although it went against everything she had been raised to believe, there was a peculiar ease to the concept, and on some level, she accepted he was right—that ease allowed her to relax and remain in her submissive head state.

“Open up.” He leaned closer, placing his glass down on the carpet between them.

“Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but the way his gaze darted to her face assured her that he’d heard it.

“Shhh.” The finger he pressed to her lips was gentle, but it was the weight of his stare that captured her. “It’s okay.”

Is it?She wondered if the question flashed in her eyes.

Was it okay to be gagged in front of all the others?

Was it okay to cede to him that way again, and what was he going to do to put out the flames he was detonating between her legs?

She heaved in air around his digit, musing on whether she’d prefer him to leave her waiting or have him extinguish that fire in some public and disgraceful way.

The choice taunted her with unrestrained glee.

“But Jonah?” she implored him, vaguely aware that her son was due to arrive back before midnight. Not that she had any concept of the time, but the idea of being found by him like that was not something she could even contemplate.

“Won’t be back for a while yet.” He leaned closer. “I have you.” Gripping her jaw lightly, he tilted her face toward him. “You know I have you.”

Staring into his gaze, she realized no words had ever been truer. Hedidhave her. In just about every way possible, and she had no desire for him to let her go.

“Yes, sir.”

In the end, there was nothing else to say.

Pulling in an unhurried breath, she dwelled on that thought.

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