She reached toward the nightstand, fingers curling around the strap, but I caught her wrist before she could lift it to her mouth. “Uh-uh. This is mine to give you.”
I held it in front of her face for a moment, watching her lips part, a faint sheen of spit already on her bottom lip from how she’d been panting. Slowly, I brushed the smooth red silicone across her mouth, letting it drag over her skin before pressing it past her lips.
“Open wider,” I told her, and she obeyed instantly, tongue pushing against it as I eased it in until her mouth stretched around the ball.
“That’s it,” I murmured, threading my fingers into her hair to tilt her head just enough for me to see the way it fit between her teeth.
I pulled the strap around the back of her head, the leather whispering through my hands before I tightened the buckle against her hair.
“There,” I said, brushing my thumb over her spit-slick lower lip. “Now I don’t have to hear your bratty little mouth... just your pretty sounds.”
I slipped two fingers in beside the gag, pushing past her cheek until her tongue stroked against them. “Suck.”
She moaned and obeyed, drool already sliding out the corner of her mouth. I slowly fucked her mouth with my fingers, then deeper, watching her gag against the ball until more spit dripped down her chin and onto her chest.
“Messy little thing,” I murmured, wiping my fingers on her jaw before grabbing her and flipping her onto her stomach. “On your knees. Ass up.”
She scrambled into position, hair falling forward, the gag muffling every pant.
I lined myself up and pushed in hard enough that she cried out against the gag, her nails digging into the sheets. I didn’t give her time to adjust. Instead I grabbed her hips and fucked her deep, the sound of my hips slapping against her ass filling the room.
“You get wetter every time my cock thrusts into you, don’t you?”
She tried to nod, but I smacked her ass—hard—making her jolt forward. “Answer me.”
She mumbled through the gag, a garbledYes, hips pressing back against me.
“That’s my girl,” I said, spanking her again, watching her whole body jump. I grabbed her hair, forcing her arch deeper, my cock driving into her.
She gagged again when I reached around and pressed my fingers into her mouth beside the gag, letting her choke on the combination of spit and moans. I kept her right there, pumping into her, dragging her shirt over her nipples, and spanking her ass until her legs started to shake.
“You’re not going to come until I tell you.” I warned her.
She whimpered against the ball, rocking harder against me.
I slammed into her once, twice, the bed rattling beneath us. “Now,” I growled in her ear. “Come for me.”
She broke instantly—shaking, muffled screams pouring out from behind the gag while her pussy clenched around me.
She was still trembling, gagged cries muffled against the mattress when I pulled out of her, my cock slick and throbbing.
“Stay down,” I ordered, one hand between her shoulder blades, the other shoving her shirt up over her spine until it bunched at her shoulders. Her bare back was flushed, goose bumps prickling along her skin.
I stroked myself over her, the sight of her—face turned to the side, gagged and gasping, ass still arched high for me—pushing me to the edge.
“That’s it... keep that perfect ass up for me.”
My breath went ragged, my hips jerking as I came across her back in thick streaks. It painted her skin in messy lines.
She made a low, muffled sound against the gag, and I spread my release over her with my hand, smearing it into her skin possessively.
I gently brushed her hair off her face and tapped the buckle at the back of her head. “You keep this in until I say otherwise,” I murmured.
Her eyes fluttered shut, a faint hum of surrender rolling through her. I guided her to sit back on her heels, staying right in front of her so she didn’t feel alone in it. I smoothed my hands over her thighs, down to her knees, then back up slowly, rubbing warmth into her skin.
I grabbed a towel and slowly wiped her clean. Her breathing steadied under my hands, the rise and fall of her chest evening out. I pulled her shirt back down, and when I was sure she was ready, I sat back on my heels and undid the strap, easing the ball gag from her mouth.
The instant it was gone, she sucked in a deep breath, jaw working, lips wet. Her eyes shimmered with tears.
