Page 68 of Please, Sir

“Mmm!” I scream into the gag, but it’s muffled so perfectly that it’s reduced to a faint moan.

He bends in front of me, tossing the quirt back onto his mattress. “You want some more? You want the handle of my flogger again?”

I nod and he grins.

“I bet you do, you slut.” he grabs me by the face, squishing my cheeks with his thumb and forefingers. “My perfect, beautiful slut,” he whispers, rasp and smoke, making my empty core tremble.

He snatches the flogger off the bed, and our eyes lock for aheated moment before he rears back, sending hundreds of leather tails along my chest and nipples. My head falls back as a cry, more roar than scream, floods the gag—my nipples burn. I want his mouth so fucking bad I’m starting to come undone. His lips chasing every painful swat, and the smooth cup of his hand exploring my marred skin—I need him so bad. I’m not done with this twisted, exquisite pain either, and neither is he.

Coming behind me, he unfastens the gag, bringing it in front of my eyes.

He collects the saliva from the mouth piece, reaching into his black boxers to stroke himself with my spit. “Oh my god,” I breathe out, my entire body trembling from how insanely turned on I am. His strong hand moving along the bulge in his boxers is dizzying, and between my legs, my body spills pleasure, readying for him, growing slippery and achingly wet.

“I’m gonna use this,” he says, holding up the handle on the flogger—it’s ornate carving clear in the daylight spilling past his curtains—“to make you come. But, before I do, I want you to beg for it.” He bends at the waist, the bulge peeking through the fabric opening. I get a quick sight of his blushed cockhead and nod, eager to please.

“Yes, sir,” I pant, my shoulders and arms burning from being tied behind me so long.

The sight of his arm reared has my entire body tightening, anticipating the hit, my cunt hungrily clenching. Fire rains down on my back as he strikes me, and I rear up onto my knees and calves, moaning out in pain.

“Oh my god!” I wail, as Jake drags the ends over my lips, fitting them into my mouth.

“You wanna come, little slut? Let me hear it.”

With the leather crowding my tongue, I moan, “Please, sir, make me come.”

He cups his hand to his ear, listening intently. “I didn’t hear that. Tell me again.”

“Please, sir,” I moan loudly, a heated ache flooding my lower half. My legs are numb and my arms will join soon, but my pussy is alive and well, dying for release from all this teasing and pain. “I want to come. Please sir, make me come.”

There’s movement around me, or far off, I’m not sure. Closing my eyes, my body pulsing, my mind spinning, I think I’ve reached a stage of being slightly disoriented by the pain and pleasure. Because when I open my eyes, Jake is there, the tail of his flogger in his palm, the handle in his other hand. I’m hearing things. Maybe that’s my pulse that’s echoing in my head?

He snaps me out of my fog. “Say it again.”

“Please,” I breathe, my brain thudding. Jake’s eyes move from me, behind me, but I snap my eyes shut and finish my command. “Please sir,make me come.”

“Miss Rivers?” a familiar voice peppers into my consciousness. I open my eyes again, and realize that Jake is looking toward his bedroom door. He reaches for a blanket, and panic ensues.

Draping the blanket over my shoulders, hiding my body from Jo Jo, Jake crouches in front of me, releasing my feet and hand ties in a matter of seconds.

“Jo Jo, I thought you weren’t coming home until noon,” he breathes, panic only slightly rattling his tone. He lifts me to my feet, knowing full well that after being suspended that way for the last forty minutes that I won’t be able to walk well until I stretch. He helps me sit, wrapped in his comforter, on the side of the bed.

While he scoops up toys and lube, and throws on a robe, that’s when I work up the courage to look at her.

“Jo Jo,” I start, but I’m unable to finish the sentence. Idon’t know what to say. This moment was my greatest fear in seeing Jake—Jo Jo somehow finding out and being devastated. But then again, Jo Jo wants her dad to be happy. She told me as much… before she found out her dad is a dom who makes sex toys, but that can all be sorted through in calm conversation. Who knows, maybe I’m not giving Jo Jo enough credit. Maybe after the shock wears off, maybe all of this will be a funny story down the road, but a blessing in areallykinky disguise.

“How the fuck could you?” she hisses, her eyes alight with malice, her chest jutting out as she leans into the room, permeating the space with potent anger.

“Jolene, you will not use that language in this house,” Jake scolds her, coming to stand between us in his room, robe cinched tight around his waist.

Jo Jo looks between us, but focuses her attention on me. Nervousness swarms in my gut with her heated dark eyes lingering on me. “I told you about my mom! I told you about Rawley! I told you… everything! I told you everything, Miss Rivers! And you’ve been sleeping withmy dad? What, are you like, reporting back to him everything I tell you?”

“I’m so sorry, Jo Jo,” I start, but she cuts into me immediately.

“Lene. I told you both I don’t want to be called Jo Jo anymore.” Her nostrils flare, and I realize then she looks a little… pale. Darkness pools beneath her eyes in small crescents, and her dark hair sticks to her cheeks. “I thought you were like, different from all the other adults. I thought we had a connection, that you trusted me and I trusted you. You made me think I could trust you, Miss Rivers!” She stomps away, and before Jake and I can exchange a look, she comes back.

“Don’t say another unkind word to her, Jolene. Thinkabout your words now, because they have an impact. I understand you’re hurt, and this isn’t or… I don’t know,” he huffs, smoothing a hand up the back of his head. “This wasn’t the way for you to find out but… let’s just calm down here.”

Jolene ignores him, and his face falls as she bypasses him, headed straight for me—for the jugular. “Did you even care about me or did you just use me to get to Bluebell’s hottest cowboy?” her gaze narrows on me with doubt.

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