Page 34 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

"Where were you this morning when you left the office?"

"What?" She inhaled sharply as he jiggled her throbbing clit.

"Where did you go?" Connor clenched his jaw as he slowly rubbed her clit.

"Ah, Sir…" Morgan was starting to lose focus on the conversation as her button came more alive. "You know where I was."

Connor left her clit alone and slid his fingers down through her pussy lips. Morgan's eyes fluttered shut. A soft moan fell from her mouth as he slipped a finger inside her.

"You were with your ex?"

"What?" Morgan's eyes flew open, and she tried to sit up. Had she heard him correctly?

Connor reached up with his free hand and pressed her chest back down. She furrowed her brow, now completely lost. Morgan pulled on the tie around her wrists, but there was still no give in the restraint. He tensed his jaw muscles again while speeding up his finger. Connor was soon finger-fucking her, repeatedly.

Morgan whimpered as her climax neared. Her body wasn't interested in his words now, but her brain wouldn't quiet. "Sir? I was running an errand. You were the one fucking around."

"Say 'Sir' one more time."

What? She whispered his request. "Sir."

Connor closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He took a deep breath. His fingers slowed, and Morgan was starting to feel a little worried.

"Good girl." He pulled his hand from her dress as he opened his eyes.

Connor grabbed the ball gag from her leg. Before she could try to fight him, her boss was leaning over her chest. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her roughly. The kiss was short, however. When he pulled back, she didn't even have time to react before the bright red ball was being forced between her lips.

Morgan let out a muffled groan as he swiftly fastened the strap around her head. He sat back, and there was no more smile on his face. He took another deep breath. Morgan moaned loudly, but the sound was lost.

"Pet, it's time for you to be quiet now."

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