Page 33 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Connor hoisted Morgan onto his shoulder and carried her into the house. Morgan moaned as her chest bounced against him. For a reason she couldn't really explain to herself, this act was starting to add fuel to her anger. Why had she been almost happy being dragged here? Now that she was, she was starting to get pissed off. Was it at herself more than him, though?

An image of Shay being carried into his house filled her mind, and Morgan started to kick her legs.

"Connor! I mean it. Put me down and untie me. You can't just be excused for what you did by forcing me to listen to you!" She felt like she was going insane. Her emotions were all over the place.

Her anger grew, but at the same time, so did her lust for this man. What is wrong with me? It has to simply be Connor. This is what he does to me. Was she scared of that?

"Morgan, much like in my office, you aren't in charge here." He smacked her ass, causing her to yelp.

She squirmed more violently in his hold, but it didn't seem to faze him. Soon they were entering what she assumed was his bedroom. From her upside down position, she tried to lift her head enough to look around. In just the few seconds she had, she didn't see any personal photos anywhere. The walls were mostly bare. They were a bluish-gray color, just like the carpet. Maybe this isn't his bedroom. Maybe it's his fuck room.

This thought had even more anger rising. How many girls had he had here? "Connor!"

Before she could say more, he flopped her down onto a large bed. Morgan huffed out a harsh breath as she bounced on it. She scowled up at Connor. He returned a dominant stare.

"Now, it is definitely time for that ball gag."

"Oh, no. You aren't going to just silence me and get your truth out." She tried to sit up on the bed, but it was difficult with her hands still tied together.

"Watch me." He smirked at her as he turned around and stepped toward a dresser.

He's enjoying this way too much. "Connor! Mr. Slade, come on." Maybe she should try more honey than vinegar.

Connor turned back around and stepped to the bed. He knelt on it, next to her legs. "I want you to call me Sir."

She frowned at him for a moment. "Sir?"

"No. Say it nicely." His eyes flashed a bright green.

Morgan frowned up at him, but truthfully, her body was starting to enjoy his games. Fuck me. I'm screwed. She quickly ran through her options in her head. She could continue to really fight him. Although, there was part of her heart that wouldn't let that happen. She could play along, but there was part of her brain that wouldn't let that happen. Morgan sighed and closed her eyes for a few seconds. When she opened them again, his expression was even hungrier.

"Please, Sir, untie me." Just those words made a small tingle start in her clit. The way he was looking greedily at her had it intensifying. Her pussy was wetting for him, with or without her permission.

"Thank you, pet. Now, open wide." Connor held up a black leather strap, which held a bright red ball in the middle.

Morgan tried to scoot away from her boss. She managed to inch away while he held the gag up, watching her. His crooked smile grew. Damn him. I'm just playing into his hands. "No … no."

He lowered the ball gag, setting it on her thigh. Morgan stilled, waiting to see what his next move was. He reached up and slowly but with force, pushed her chest back so she was lying fully on her back. Morgan resisted for just a moment before giving in to him.

"Ms. White, you will soon find out that my truth is the only one that matters."

His smug words were fueling more than her anger. Her breathing was starting to become ragged as he stared down at her. Connor left the ball gag on her leg as he leisurely ran his hand up her opposite thigh. With no hurry, he reached under her dress.

Morgan gasped when his fingers met her panties. He made a tsking sound as he rubbed them.

"Well, I guess I should be thankful you weren't going to give it up so quickly at the bar tonight."

"Screw you." She shocked herself with the venom in her words.

Stress and anxiety filled her chest, and she felt as if she was choking. Morgan expected him to flip out or worse, kick her out. He did neither. Connor narrowed his eyes on her. The green was so bright, she felt mesmerized by them.

"You are begging to be gagged, sweet. Let me ask you something first, though."

Morgan gasped again when he grabbed her panties and pulled. He was soon sliding them down. In just a few seconds, her pale blue underwear was close to her knees. Morgan twisted on the bed, but he soon stopped her.

Connor left her underwear where it was and reached back under her skirt. He pressed firmly on her clit, causing a tingle to radiate up her body. He pinched it, and Morgan whimpered.

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