“Really, you want to play this game again?”
No, but I refused to have that thing anywhere near me. I couldn’t breathe as it was.
A punch to my gut caused me to bend over, gasping for breath. While I was fighting to breathe, Jeffery pushed my head up and forced the rubbery ball into my mouth.
I pushed against him, crying and gasping. He still got the buckle around my head, securing it in place.
“There, there. No more fighting against what I want. It won’t hurt you so bad then.” He seemed way too proud of that fact. “Hands. Now.”
Weakly, I held both of my hands up, only for him to tie something around them and force them to be tied to my feet.
“Now you can’t take it out. Aren’t I so thoughtful?”
No. Not at all.
I shook my head, tears mixing in with the drool.
The gag was on the smaller side but still forced my jaw wider than usual.
“Be a doll and don’t move. I have some business to take care of.”
While I couldn’t go anywhere, I glared at him, hoping he’d just burst into flames. Hell, I’d be okay to burn, too.
I didn’t have such luck.
I was bound from head to toe. The chain rattled as I twisted, trying to break free. Jeffery laughed, unzipping his pants.
How the hell was he hard again already? And when did he zip up, to begin with?
I shook my head harder.
No more. Please. No more.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he ran a hand up and down his dick. His legs were parted slightly, giving him space to rub himself.
I was going to be sick.
“I need to make room here for two, don’t you think? I always wondered what I could do with two slaves treating me like their king.” He spoke, his hand moving at the most leisurely pace as if he were in no rush at all.
Maybe he wasn’t in a rush. Maybe he had hours upon hours to play with his new slave.
I wanted Sir more than ever.
Sobs sounded from around the gag. The tubing in my arm pulled against the tape as I moved.
“I’m just trying to decide for sure how I want you.”
Dead, I hoped.
Taking his hand away from his dick, he easily maneuvered me so I was braced on my knees, my shoulders mostly taking the weight of what was left of my body.
“Perfect.” He moaned, spanning a hand across my lower back. “Right there. Now, don’t move.”
A gutted cry broke my voice box as he shoved into me in one full thrust. He stayed there for a second, then slowly pulled out to where only his tip was there, only to repeat the motions.
Over and over and over.
I cried. I begged silently to somewhere up above.
