Page 36 of His Dark Hunger

Idon’twant him to let me go.

There were no contributions from those gathered around them, the burden of their scrutiny bleeding from her consciousness as she focused on Kyle’s deep blue eyes. Finally, after what seemed like the longest time, she nodded,relinquishing her final semblance of control to the man who’d conquered her.

Her eyes fell closed as her lips parted, and a moment later, the plastic ball was shoved between them. He pulled the straps around her head, rising to secure the buckle, and with one hard tug, the gag was in place. Her lips stretched wide around the enormous ball, struggling to contain the enormity of her new dilemma, but inside, her body sparked with passion.

“Turn around and show our guests.” Kyle’s tone had hardened as he sat down again and by the time her eyes flickered open, he had retrieved his drink.

Turn around?

The room began to sway as if she was light-headed, though when she looked, she was sure nothing was moving around her.

“Now, Amy.”

Kyle’s curt timbre sent her reeling, and despite the way her heart hammered wildly, she hobbled around to reveal the oversized gag to the assembled throng.

She lowered her gaze but sensed their captivation and amusement regardless, the one directly opposite of her howling with delight as he looked upon her fate.

“I love it!” The moron slapped his hand against his thigh. “I know so many women who would benefit from this treatment.”

“Hmmm.” Kyle sounded unconvinced as he collected her hair and tugged her head back lightly. “This isn’t a punishment for Amy.”

“Yes, yes.” The idiot’s tone was dismissive. “I’m just saying.”

“Amy.”

She turned her head as far as Kyle’s hand allowed at the sound of his authoritative voice.

“I’m feeling tired, little girl.”

Her belly churned at the warning, and as he released her tresses, she already knew what was coming next.

“I need my footrest.”

Chapter Thirteen

Use

Kyle

She moved into place without so much as another command, pressing her palms into the long pile carpet and settling her knees into position.

“No way!” Stuart shook his head with a grin. “Are you sayingshe’syour footrest?”

The wonder in his voice tugged Kyle’s lips north.

“Of course.” Kyle scanned the length of her wonderful body, pausing on the curve of her delicious behind and finishing at her gagged lips. Whatever anyone said about her age, Amy was perfection. Her experiences more than made up for any fine lines. “It’s one of her many roles.”

He’d have preferred her to be naked, as she usually was, but the drawing room was vast compared to his study, and the fire hadn’t been lit long enough to adequately heat the space. She’d be cold if he undressed her, and he didn’t want that, and perhaps, if he was honest, he was happier to keep her body concealed from the ogling eyes around him.

The thought wasn’t logical. He’d invited the men there to gawp at Amy, to witness her denigration, knowing she’d melt under the shameful weight of their scrutiny and also knowing how much he’d enjoy parading her in front of them. But once he’d given the command, and she was there, topless in the dining room, something inside him had altered. He stillenjoyed her discomfort and wanted those who’d joined them to see what was now his, but a new and frankly disconcerting urge arose within him—the need to look after and protect her. One touch of her goosing skin had confirmed she was cold, and suddenly, even the desire to humiliate her had dwindled in comparison to the need to keep her warm and safe.

That was the emotion swelling in him as she readied herself for his feet. He would use her, play with her, and worship her, but not at the expense of her wellbeing. The heightening impulse to make her happy might have perturbed him more had he not felt so comfortable with it. Hedidwant to please, as well as humble her, and for the first time, his needs took a genuine backseat to Amy’s welfare.

“Let’s see it then!” Nigel swirled the brandy around his glass, his expression expectant.

“All in good time.” Kyle refused to allow Nigel’s impatience to grate at his good mood. He had so much, while men like Nigel had little by contrast. He wanted to savor and appreciate Amy’s submission. It was too sublime to overlook. “Shift closer, little girl.”

She glanced in his direction, the movement sending a trail of her saliva tumbling to the carpet as she shuffled closer to where he sat.

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