Page 105 of King of My Heart

“That’s not how you beg, princess.”

I grit my teeth and glower at him. “Please.”

Like a tough coach to his team, he repeats. “That’s not how you beg. Eyes down. Precision in your words.”

I take a deep breath to try and calm the fury boiling my blood. I drop my gaze to the floor, but the words don’t come out. I shift uncomfortably on my knees.

“I’m losing patience, and someone is going to be crawling like a bitch soon.”

“Please,” I rush my word. My cheeks are heating, my ears burning and the blood beating in them is deafening. “Please,” I gulp. “Gag me.”

He doesn’t say anything, and it’s fucking torture to not be able to look up to gauge his reaction. The need to hear his voice becomes a craving the more I wait for his approval. I’m dying just to peek up, see if he’s smiling or not, happy or annoyed. After a long silence where I pray he won’t make me repeat it, his voice reaches my ear like a blessing.

“Good girl.”

I let out the breath I was holding. Who knew it would be so satisfying to hear those words just because I couldn’t look at him? A tingling sensation drops to my lower belly and settles like an ache in my pussy. I move my hips slightly, trying to make it go away.

It doesn’t.

“Open,” he says as I feel Blondie come behind me.

I don’t want another fight he’s going to win, so I comply. When I feel the ball against my lips, I realize I haven’t opened them nearly enough. I stretch out my jaw to its limit as it passes my lips. When she pulls at the ends to buckle it, the ball settles in my mouth, my lips slightly pulled back from the straps biting at the sides. There’s a pull at my hair from the leather wrapping around my head and keeping my long strands stuck to my face. My mouth feels so full I can’t swallow. I gag around the item slightly, feeling like it’s hitting the back of my throat.

“It’s an impression, it’s not actually touching. Breathe through your nose,” Lik orders softly like he can read my thoughts.

My nostrils flare as I try to bring as much oxygen into my lungs as possible. My gag reflex doesn’t stop as I imagine what I must look like with all this leather wrapped around me, my hands tied behind my back, a collar, a leash, and a black ball that barely fits in my mouth.

Panic settles, I retch around the ball, and Lik puts a reassuring hand at the top of my head.

“Ssh, relax, princess.”

The words he had uttered at Sam’s house while he was pinning me to the table shouldn’t work. They didn’t then, when he was mocking me. But then he adds something else.

“I’ve never seen someone so beautiful,” he whispers to me. “A fallen goddess begging for redemption.” And they do. They reassure me.

My breathing stabilizes, my gag reflex settles, and my jaw relaxes around the silicone ball.

“Good girl,” he murmurs close to my ear. He buries his nose in my hair and inhales deeply, getting high on me like I’m getting high on his praises.

He gets up and pulls upward on the leash. It takes time for me to get up, but he watches me patiently.

He stands in front of the door opposite the one we came in, then turns back to me, a smirk I don’t understand on his face. He walks behind me, undoes the cuffs and the gag, and slips his words in my ear.

“It’s good to know that itispossible to domesticate you after all.”

I want to scream. He never planned on making me go in there with all those things. He just wanted to prove he could if he wanted. And I let him.

Shame clutches onto my stomach, and lower…something else gets a hold of me.

“Be good, princess. Because if you are, I know you’ll enjoy it. If you’re not, I’ll take great pleasure in punishing you.”

Blondie opens the door, and the bass of a languid sexy song escapes from the club it leads into. The lights are low, a dark blue and purple, and Lik walks in first. A slight pull on the leash and I’m following, letting the world of BDSM swallow me with only this man as my guide.

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ROSE

Cravin’ – Stileto, Kedyle Paige

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