Page 27 of Break Me
“Good girl.” I pump the collar one more time, knowing it will make her desperate for free airflow. I relish the little gasp that billows around my cock and the feeling of her bated breaths as she struggles to continue. It adds to the sensation even though her movements grow more staggered, and the sight of her helplessness sends me straight over the edge.
Groaning, I curl my fingers around her hair, holding her head still as I shoot my cum into her sweet little mouth.
She grabs onto my legs, her fingers clawing at my jeans as she struggles to both swallow and drag in enough air.
“That’s it.” I loosen my grip on her hair. “You may sit up straight again.”
She’s about to lift her hand and wipe away a trickle of cum that runs down her chin, but I slap her hand away.
“Uh-uh, hands stay on your thighs,” I reprimand. She knows this. She did slip when she clutched my legs, but I’m not sure she even noticed, and I’m gonna let that one slide because I enjoyed it so much.
Her eyes flit up and down as she fights the urge to wipe herself clean, giving me this cute pleading look as if she’s hoping I will do it for her. But I enjoy seeing my cum on her face.
“Can you still taste me on your tongue?”I ask, smiling at her eager nod.“Can you taste that I own your mouth too?”
“Mm,” she mewls, looking all dazed yet very much at peace as she stares up at me. As I watch those round, vulnerable eyes and her sticky mouth, a vision pops into my mind. Something that has my cock hardening anew.
“Stay like that,” I tell her as I push aside the leather work I was working on to start a new project—something that will bring her even deeper into her submission and keep her locked in strict compliance. It’s not that I need to force her into compliance, but restricting her physically affects her mind—and my cock.
I work on this new project whenever I have a little time to spare for the next few days. Wanting my sub at my side as I do so, I keep her in my office as much as I can, and once, I even let her stay while I have a girl on my table. The girl is just here for some waxing, so I figure it’s not something that will rattle my sub too much, and I want to get her used to seeing me work on the other girls, so I can have her at my side most of the time.
But the ordeal doesn’t go over as effortlessly as I’d hoped. The girl keeps screaming—she’s one of the new ones, who still hasn’t learned how useless it is—and every time she does, I notice in my peripheral vision how my sub jerks. When I turn my head to glance at her, her eyes are wide, her jaw clenched tight.
Grabbing the girl on my table by the chin, I lean into her face and say in a quiet but menacing voice, “If you scare my sub with one more scream, I’ll staple your mouth shut.”
The threat doesn’t work. She keeps screaming, unable to control herself, so I grab a medical stapler from a drawer, shove her jaw shut, and place the stapler over her lips.
“No!” my sub blurts just as I’m about to press.
With a growl, I turn my attention in her direction. “Who gave you permission to speak?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just...”
“Just what?” I snap.
“Please don’t do that to her.”
“Sit still and keep quiet or I’ll have one of the guards take you back to your cell.”
I almost expect her to say she’d like that, and I’m a little annoyed that I suggested it because I rather like having her here. What I don’t expect is what she says instead.
“Can I at least…” She tentatively points at the girl. “Can I comfort her?” Her eyes fall to the floor as she bites her lips together.
“You want to comfort her?” I ask with surprise.
She nods, keeping her eyes lowered, clearly knowing how strange it sounds.
“Go ahead,” I say. “But I’m stapling her mouth shut either way.”
My little sub nods her understanding, gingerly rises to her feet, and scurries over to stand on the other side of the exam table.
As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, she presses her hand to the girl’s head and starts stroking. Tears pool in the girl’s terror-filled eyes. I guess she has been here long enough to be starved for comfort.
With a shake of my head, I go back to the task at hand and staple her mouth shut. It’s blissfully quiet as I continue waxing her pussy. But it’s not because of the staples. Those can only muffle screams. It’s because of the little sub stroking her hair.
I keep glancing up at her as I work, taken aback by the vision. And a bit impressed, to be honest. I would have never thought of this myself, but maybe it’s not such a bad idea. I might not be interested in comforting the girls on my table—except when it’s my sub—but it does make them more compliant and easier to work with. Which is a good thing these days as the screams keep grating on my nerves instead of hardening my cock the way they used to.
It’s a good thing my new leather project is ready soon. I won’t have my little sub disturbing me while I work.