His eyes flashed, and I saw something in them that went beyond anger. I almost felt bad for what I’d said — or at least, I would have if he hadn’t gone straight for the boxes.
Fuck.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted out.
“No,” he said, shaking his head, “you aren’t. You’re just saying what you think I want to hear.” He closed the distance between us again, a ball gag in hand. “Get on allfours with your ass up in the air, and I won’t put the gag in.”
I stared at him, horrified all over again. How could he keep making the choices get worse like this? Every time I thought it was impossible, there he went again. The depths of his depravity went beyond anything I could’ve imagined in my worst nightmares.
And his sole focus was me.
He shrugged when I didn’t move. “I suggest you get something to drink before I get in there.” He was already moving for the door when he spoke.
I didn’t want to drink in front of him, but I didn’t want to end up going thirsty either. Shit. In a desperate moment, I closed my eyes and wished I was anywhere but there.
It didn’t help.
When I opened them again, I was still in that basement cell, and he’d already unlocked the door.
“Wait!” I burst out, miserable but making yet another choice to damn me even more. “I’m thirsty.” I wasn’t getting down on all fucking fours for him, but I’d drink out of that stupid thing with his eyes on me. He could watch that from his secret cameras anyway, probably.
“Hurry up,” he said. All of the mildness, the near warmth, had faded from his voice. It was curt and distant, something I didn’t like hearing. It betokened something wrong, which meant I was going to have to deal with yet another punishment.
I didn’t know how many more of them I could handle.
I went reluctantly to the waterer, wrapping my lips around the head of the false cock. I heard him hiss in a breath as he watched me, and my cheeks flushed as I realized just how intently he was watching me suck off some dildo for water. It couldn’t be helped.
I took as long as I could, but in the end, he lost patience.
He grabbed my arm again, more gently that time but just as firmly as before, pulling me away with a loud, obscene smack of my lips.
I closed my mouth, pressing my lips together and shaking my head. Like hell was he putting that thing in my mouth!
He’s going to win this too, and you know it. That ever-present fucking voice was right, but that didn’t mean I had to just yield. If that was the case, I’d be on all fours like some fucking mutt.
Chances were that after wearing the gag for a few minutes, I’d be wishing I had, but I just… couldn’t. The gag was less humiliating than getting into position like I was preparing to be fucked.
Like I was really surrendering to him and taking the next step toward being his fucking dog.
He grabbed my jaw, and even though I fought against him, he pried my mouth open. Before I could protest, the ball was situated firmly behind my teeth, and I gagged as he tied it into place. I tried to reach it, to unfasten it, but the mitts got in the way. I let out a little whine, feeling entirely too helpless.
“There,” he said. “Maybe that’ll get you to start thinking about what you’re saying, Toby.”
My name isn’t fucking Toby.
I couldn’t say the words, but I could give him the most murderous glare I could summon up.
It was too bad he only offered a grim smile in turn, which meant it wasn’t successful at all.
He pushed me back, and I stumbled, surprised.
He let himself out of the cell before I could recover. “When you’re ready to behave, you know what you need todo.” Again, that tight smile that wasn’t really a smile curved onto his lips. “And you’d better hope I’m watching when you do it, or you’ll be waiting like that for a while. You don’t have your knee pads yet, so it might get uncomfortable.”
Knee pads? That was so not fucking comforting at all.
From the look on his face, I was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be.
Fuckingbastard!
