Page 56 of His Dark Pact
“It helps with situations such as these,” he explained, tightening the straps between his hands so the black rubber sprang to attention.
“I...” Her attention flitted from the ring to his face. “I don’t understand.”
“It remedies mouths that cannot be quiet.” He smiled as he neared, circling her frozen body as he went on. “It’s not cruel, not designed to cause harm, only to remind the wearer that silence is required. I think it will help you in this endeavor.”
“Wearer?” Slowly, she put the pieces together in her head, as though it was a torturous jigsaw puzzle. “Do you mean me?”
“I do.” His voice was unnervingly calm. “It won’t be tight, don’t worry.”
“I’m not wearing that.” She was already backing away, accidentally bumping into the corner of the enormous burgundy, leather-studded sofa nearby. She cringed at the way her breasts jiggled at the impact, knowing he wouldn’t have missed such an unfortunate display. “I don’t need to be gagged.”
“Come on now.” He never moved a muscle. No doubt, he realized giving chase would only inspire her to run, and perhaps the importance of the items she’d left out to be dusted were too valuable to risk the pursuit. “We both know that you do, and furthermore, I’d wager you’ll enjoy it.”
“Enjoy it?” She spat the words as though he was insane. “Who wouldenjoybeing gagged?”
His smile was predatory. “The type of little girl who might enjoy being exposed on command, or maybe the sort of lady who comes while she’s bound and riding my cock?”
Amy straightened as he listed the things she most certainly had enjoyed. “That was d-different.” She heaved in air, aware she was no longer trying to get away. Backed against the edge of the dresser, she could have bolted for the door, but bizarrely, she realized she didn’t want to. Whatever the experiment with the gag was, a part of her wanted to explore it. “That wasn’t like this.”
“Relax.” He took one long stride toward her, lifting his free hand and stroking her heated cheek. “You know I won’t harm you.”
She didn’t know anything of the sort.
“I only want to help you focus, and this,”—he lifted the gag to her head height—“will help you.”
Quickly, she eyed the rubber again, scarcely believing what she was about to say. “I’ve never worn anything like that.”
For good fucking reason! No sane person does this sort of stuff!
“Like the dress?” He nodded to her outfit. “And I bet you’ve never been topless while you’ve worked either, but as it turns out, you’re rather good at it, Amy, and you like it, don’t you?”
Her brow furrowed as the enormity of the accusation settled on her.
“Don’t you?” he probed.
“Yes,” she admitted eventually. “But I don’t want to.”
“Then you won’t want to enjoy this, either, little girl.” He swung the gag in front of her. “But I know you will.”