Page 35 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Connor was relishing every second of this time with his girl. Morgan looked beautiful gagged and slightly irritated on his bed. The problem was, how long could this last? He was on the verge of taking her roughly, but he needed her to listen first.

"Morgan, I know what you saw and what you think happened with Shay and me." He hated saying the other woman's name.

It seemed Morgan hated hearing it, as well. She narrowed her eyes and started to twist on the bed. He had the deep urge to rip her clothes off. Should he wait until he was done talking, though? He crawled closer to her and reached up to the top of her thin dress.

Morgan stopped moving and moaned around the red ball. It looked perfect between her pink lips. He leisurely unbuttoned the top few buttons. She started to squirm again.

"Sshhhh, sweet." He finished unbuttoning the top of her dress, trying not to rush it.

When her dress was opened, Connor reached in and pulled her bra down. Her stunning tits bounced as he manhandled them. His pet whimpered around her gag. Connor's dick took notice and jerked in his jeans. He didn't have long.

"Shay and I kissed, yes. But we didn't have sex." Morgan started to twist again under his hands. "It almost happened tonight but only because of Marcie's lies."

Morgan's sounds got angrier and her movement more aggressive. Connor gripped her breasts tightly, causing her to still for a moment. Her eyes looked livid and a bit pained.

"Yes, I was weak and angry. I would have taken what I needed from Shay, but that's only because I thought you were gone, Morgan."

Connor thought that that confession would pacify her. It did the opposite. She looked furious as she started to kick her legs. She soon started to yell muffled words at him while bringing her bound hands up.

All right, I guess the hard way it is.

He released her breasts and hopped off the bed. He went straight to his closet to retrieve a leather belt. When he returned to Morgan, she was halfway off the bottom of the bed. He wasted no more time. His cock wanted her.

"Relax."

Connor grabbed her by the waist and flipped her easily onto her stomach. She exhaled loudly around the ball gag but stopped struggling for a moment. Yes, pet. You know you're mine. Morgan's feet were now touching the floor. He bent down and wrapped the belt around her ankles, securing them together.

Before she could struggle away from him, Connor sat on the bed, pressing his arm against her back. He reached down and pulled her dress up, exposing her ass. Her panties still hung around her knees. A slow smile lifted his lips. The scene was near perfect.

He brought his hand down sharply to her ass. Morgan yelped as her head lifted off the bed.

"Listen, Morgan." He swatted her ass one more time to make sure she was paying attention. Morgan whimpered as she twisted her hips. He held her against the bed. "Marcie told me you were with your ex." This had his pet slowing her fight. "I thought you quit because you were back with him."

Morgan twisted her neck, trying to look up at him. Her body was at an odd angle so she couldn't. That may have been for the best anyway. He didn't want to see the emotions in her eyes just yet.

"I only recently discovered that Marcie had lied. She and Shay were trying to get rid of you. I don't want another temporary plaything. I want my permanent plaything."

Morgan again tried to crane her neck while mumbling. He decided he wanted to hear her. Connor reached up and unfastened the strap around her head. The ball gag fell to the bed. She sighed, relieved, but that didn't last long. Connor gave her another hard smack to her ass. Morgan lifted her chest off the bed and cried out.

"Connor! Sir."

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