I pulled my thumb out slowly, her heavy eyes finding mine, pleading. “It’s time to go, but don’t worry, I’ll put something in that mouth of yours to keep you busy. Wait.”
I turned for the closet, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a ball gag.
She clocked the device before I made it across the room, her eyes shifting in question.
“Open,” I told her. “Wide.”
Fear flashed at those words, but she did as she was asked without question, her saliva already pooling on her tongue. It was a natural response of the human body, but in her mind, it related back to what they had done to her. She hated it, the feeling of drool dripping across her skin, but if I kept her busy, I could distract her mind long enough to ignore it. Perhaps, one day, she would connect me to the way she salivates rather than them. For now, it was a process.
I carefully put the black ball between her teeth and stepped up, buckling the straps around her head tightly.
A soft moan escaped her lips, her thighs sliding together, her brows fighting, her eyes flicking between worry, fear, and need.
“Convince yourself, Scarlett. The only thing that will choke you now is your own saliva. It won’t go any deeper, there will be no cum. Adapt.”I thought the words but didn’t say them out loud. She needed to learn how to read me just as much as I had learned to read her.
She closed her eyes and shook her head, breathing through her nose. It took her several seconds to look back up, and when she did, there was only lust there.
What a good doll you are. “The brands will hurt,” I explained. “Whether or not you scream will be up to you, but this is to protect your tongue and teeth. Most tend to grit their teeth when they experience pain like this, so it’s precautionary.”
She nodded, her need to please so clear, I could taste it.
I smiled. “Wait,” I commanded and disappeared into the closet again.
I pulled something else out of the drawers and walked back out. The dresser in there can only open with my thumbprint, unlike everything else in this place. I had watched her try and open it before, but three days ago, she eventually gave up. Not without a glare at the camera though. Which had been a littlefunny because she didn’t know where the cameras in this house were, so she simply glared everywhere.
It was locked because these were my toys. Less…painful, I suppose, than most others, but no less fun.
I set one half on the bed and knelt down in front of her. “Lift.”
She easily allowed me to pull on what she assumed were underwear.
A black thong. She had never worn undergarments so skimpy, and certainly none like this.
I pulled it up to her hips, watching as she adjusted to the thin string between her ass cheeks.
I smoothed out the black lace and reached for the top half as she looked down, trying to get the full image of what she was wearing.
Her brows furrowed when I stepped back in front of her.
“I can’t have anyone staring at the pieces of you that you’ve given only to me, can I?” I asked, sliding the bra around her. It was more like a swimsuit top, I suppose. It tied in the back and around the neck, black and lacy, containing a surprise made just for her.
Her eyes widened and she shook her head, trying to step back.
I immediately grabbed her neck, cutting off her air, watching the tears prickle her eyes.
The bra fell forward, the tie around the neck coming undone due to the interruption.
“The demand has to be met, little sinner, and it has to be met in front of her.”
She shook her head ever so slightly, a tear sliding down her cheek.
I felt inclined to do as she wished, but there was no other way. Red had to see this. There had to be a witness in my case, or no one would believe it. “Alaric and Havoc will be there,” I told her, knowing that she had grown comfortable with their presence.“You will be covered up and you will not be doing any favors for anyone. All that is expected of you is to sit and take the brand like the good little whore you are. Once she sees that, I won’t allow her to watch you anymore.”
She blinked, more tears falling. Her eyes flicked to the right and back in question.
I followed them, finding that rabbit sitting right where she had left it on the bed. She liked cuddling with it.
“No,” I replied. “It isn’t them.” I worked my jaw and released her neck, earning a sharp intake through the nose. “Two of my brothers and I were assigned caretakers when father dearest decided we couldn’t control our tendencies well enough to focus on the assignment.” I continued tying the bra around her neck. “Her name is Poppy. They call her Pops. I call her Red. You’ll understand when you see her.”
