And the two vibrators were still pulsating, gyrating, and clashing against each other on high.
But none of that mattered. Only how pissed Kenny was, how disappointed, how wrong she’d been about how big of a deal this really was. She pulled in a breath and said the words he wasn’t going to let her avoid saying. “An untruth is a lie, Sir.”
“You lied.”
Her breath shuddered. “I’m so sorry, Sir.”
“Say the motherfucking words.”
Her heart broke because wolves value honesty above nearly everything. She’d known it, but she’d thought she could re-frame what’d happened. However, when it came down to it, the truth was that…
“I lied by omission, Sir.”
He stood, walked away, and the silence stretched until her nerves screamed.
Her stomach somersaulted when he returned with the Jennings gag. He opened a small access door and fitted it between her teeth before he opened it wider and wider, until her jaw stretched fully open, helpless.
“You’ll be punished for lying later, but this is the first step of that.”
He did something with her ponytail, lifting her head higher. Less comfortable.
Then he stood. Walked behind her. The quiet click of the latch opening on the cage door made her shiver.
She felt his fingers at her asshole before he pulled the plug, then at her pussy, and he fished the egg out.
If she could’ve sagged in relief, she would’ve.
But then fingers lifted her clit hood away from her clit. Cool gel was applied.
The sharp bite of a clamp.
Her brain did the math. Gel+Clamp.
Fuck. He’d put a TENS clamp on her.
Her whole body locked up. Her gut twisted. Fear flooded her system
“No, no, please! Sir! I’m sorry! I’m—” None of it was comprehensible with the cruel steel spreading her mouth so wide, but she figured he got the gist of it, and his response when he cut her off told her he had.
“You think this is the punishment?”
He adjusted the clamp so it bit into even more sensitive nerves.
“This isn’t the punishment.”
She whimpered.
He pushed the control up under her, moved back to the front of the cage, opened a different access door, the one her face would go through to be fucked, and fished out the control.
He stood over her, looking down into her eyes, knowing she couldn’t look away.
“Do you know what kind of whore orgasms from a vibrating egg and a fantasy?”
Her thighs shook. She whimpered.
“A bitch who doesn’t need hands. A needy little fleshlight who gets herself off because her body craves cock more than air. More than promises. More than honor.”
Click.
