Page 104 of King of My Heart

She can sense my uneasiness, and when she comes around to stand behind me again, she massages my shoulders. She drops soft kisses on my neck, just above the collar I’m wearing, and then under, then between my shoulder blades. I relax in a soft sigh and feel her smile against my skin.

She grabs one arm, bringing my wrist close to my spine, just below where she just kissed me, and I finally understand the use of the golden chain Sam had secured on my back. She locks the cuff to the chain at my back and does the same to my other arm.

It doesn’t just rob me of my hands. With the way the chain links the harness to my collar, I’m forced to stand with a straight back, pushing my boobs out and constraining my shoulders back as my hands stay stuck between my shoulder blades.

I throw Lik a glare and shake my head. “I hate you.”

“I just learned my boyfriend cheated on me with you. I think the hate coming in between us is ninety percent me, princess.”

The girl ignores our exchange, telling me it’s not the first time she’s dealt with a girl who is here against her will. An urge of resentment spurs toward her as I watch her grab something else from the pouch. When she approaches me with a silicone, shining, black ball gag, I take a step back and shake my head.

“You’re fucking insane if you think I’m going to let you put that on me, Lik,” I seethe. Fury is burning through my veins, and I can’t even do shit about it with my hands locked behind my back.

Blondie turns to him. He ignores her, his gaze glowering its way under my skin and obliterating me from the inside. Why does my core burn up when this man looks at me?

“I’m not doing it,” I repeat. But this time, it’s a quavered whisper. If he wants to put that thing on me, there’s nothing I can do. Cold sweats dampen my neck and I pull at the chain at my back. All it gets me is for the collar to tighten around my neck.

Fucking asshole.

“Sir?” Blondie tries.

Lik slowly gets up, walks to us, and grabs something from the pouch. He hooks three fingers around the ring at my collar and pulls until I’m forced to follow.

“Would you look at that,” I sneer, “I’m taller than you in heels.”

I can’t believe I’m stooping as low as making fun of his perfectly normal height to not feel like I’m losing grasp of a situation I’ve never had any control over.

I’m simply fucked.

When he reaches the armchair, he turns to me and smiles. He unrolls what he grabbed from the pouch, and I attempt to recoil when I see the leash in his hands, but his grip on the ring is too firm.

It’s made of a gold chain and a leather loop that he wraps around his fingers. He throws the pouch away from us as I hear a click under my chin and his fingers release the ring that now has a leash securely hooked on it.

I watch him confidently sit down, his black suit wrapping him in a sharpness only the devil should wear. Once sitting down, he pulls hard on the leash and makes me stumble on my unstable heels. The second pull brings me down in front of him. I grunt at the pain from my knees hitting the floor harshly.

“Well, would you look at that,” he smirks. “Not so tall when you’re on your knees before me.” I’m a little too shaken to reply. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have made fun of him.

He bends until his forearms are resting on his knees. His mouth is so close to mine his minty breath makes me tremble when he speaks again.

“You’re going to wear that gag, princess. Or I’ll release your hands and you’ll be crawling behind me when we enter this club. You’re not experienced in that, and it won’t be easy. You won’t find the rhythm, you won’t get over the humiliation, and I’ll pull that leash every time you struggle to take a step like a bad pet who can’t keep up with its master.”

The anger rising in my chest, my pride being crushed down under his stupid black soles…It all makes me pant with a need to scratch his face with my nails.

“So? Gagged or crawling?”

I swallow my response down my throat. He might have won this round, but I’m not about to ask him to fucking gag me.

“We don’t have all night. Answer.”

I shake my head, and he shrugs. “I guess that means both.” He nods at the girl behind me, and I almost shriek my answer.

“Gag!”

He chuckles as he relaxes back and rests his hands over his stomach. I can’t help but eye the leather around his hand, knowing it leads straight to my neck.

“Let’s start with your first lesson. You don’t tell me to do anything. You beg. And if you do it well enough, I grant you what you need.”

“Come on,” I groan as if this is a debate. It’s not, and my resolve is wavering.

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