Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Do you know what this is?”
I shake my head. “Not exactly, Mr. Bordeaux.”
“It’s a gag that will force your mouth open to be used in whatever way I see fit.” Letting a beat pass, he takes an unhurried stroll to the twin bed and back. “I’ll tie your hands behind you so you won’t be able to remove the gag. You’ll have zero control, and the punishment ends when I say it does. This is option two, my queen. Accept it and I’ll allow you to see the chancellor today.”
The thought of wearing that gag and taking his cock makes me sick, but it could be worse. If I’ve learned anything about the opposite sex and the appendage between their legs, it’s that a woman has great power between her lips, in more ways than one.
I’ll make him come, and then it’ll be over. I raise my hand without questioning my decision.
“You may speak.”
“I’ll take the second option, Mr. Bordeaux.”
“I thought you might.” A hint of a smug smile infuses his words, and for a second I wonder if I made the right choice. A pang of dread goes off in my belly.
He doesn’t give me time to doubt myself. With one hand fisting my hair, he forces my mouth open and inserts the metal ring before tightening the straps around my head. The contraption is snug between my lips, stretching them wide open, the fit rendering the gag impossible to dislodge.
He removes his belt, and I give a protesting whine when he reaches for me. Instead of striking me with the pliable strap, he uses the belt to restrain my hands behind me.
“Stick out your tongue,” he orders, digging into his pocket once more, this time revealing a chain.
Unable to make out what’s attached to the end, I dart my tongue out with trepidation. He presses something between his thumb and forefinger, and the cool sensation of metal on my tongue makes me flinch. The thing clamps onto the center like a vise, causing an intense pain where the prongs press into my tongue. With a sharp cry, I jerk back, but the more I fight it, the more acute the pain becomes.
He stands, fisting the chain and keeping my mouth level with his erection, and I watch in agony as he exposes his cock.
“You interrupted something you shouldn’t have seen.” With firm, measured strokes, he pumps his shaft, aiming the tip at my clamped tongue. “You deprived Loren of receiving the gift of my cum, so now I’m going to finish all over your face, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop it.” He forces my tongue out as far as it’ll go, making my eyes bleed tears from the increased pressure.
His breaths come fast and heavy, and with several more wet strokes of his cock, he erupts. I close my eyes as his salty release spurts onto my tongue. He grunts, and another stream of thick fluid hits my eyelids and cheeks.
Mr. Bordeaux wipes it from my eyes, smearing it in my cheeks and hair. “You’re going to meet the chancellor wearing my cum.” He jerks the chain again, and my lids fly open.
Suddenly, I’m staring into the cool hazel eyes of my keeper.
“What did I say about eye contact?” A rhetorical question, since he’s still got my tongue in a vise. The mean line of his mouth sends my attention to his thighs.
He gives another tug, this time with an order to stand, and I stumble into him. One hand fisting my hair, the other yanking on that evil chain until my tears trail over cum-caked cheeks, he forces me to my feet. “Look at me,” he seethes.
My watery eyes meet his again.
“If you breathe a word of what you saw to anyone,” he says, pulling on the chain until I let out a high-pitched cry, “I’ll cut out your goddamn tongue.”
Nausea rises, and I’m powerless to swallow it down. All I can do is breathe through my nose until it subsides.
“Blink three times if you understand.”
I flutter my lashes, and he lets go of the chain long enough to zip up his pants. But the relief is short-lived, because he’s herding me out of my bedroom by the tongue. We leave through the main doors, and the elevator ride to the first floor passes in a distressed blur. I know where we’re going, but I don’t want to accept it, because the thought of Liam witnessing my degradation is more than I can bear.
My face is a mess of tears and cum, hair hanging into my eyes, which I welcome because I can’t meet Liam’s gaze anyway. The door to the library slams shut behind us.
“I apologize for the tardiness,” Mr. Bordeaux says. “I had to take care of an issue.” He removes the clamp, and I whimper at the flood of pain that hits my tongue all at once.