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I went.
    “Oh… oh…” He moaned louder, pushing me down and pulling me back up at a faster pace.
    I sucked and licked with greater intensity as he went. I expected to feel him get off inside my mouth at any second. But then he hit that spot in the back of my throat and I started to gag again.
    He pulled me away from his lap and reached behind him for whatever he’d throw down on the bed earlier.
    When I finished coughing, I found out what he’d retrieved from the drawer. A ball gag. He shoved it toward me and I instinctively opened my mouth. In seconds he was fastening it behind my head, then reaching under my arms to help me up to a standing position.
    As soon as I stood up, he pushed me down on the bed. This time, on my back.
    He reached down to my ankles. “I had to gag you to keep you from barking orders at me. You’re not the boss here, Brooke. I am.”
    I felt him fasten something around each of my ankles, then he pushed me further back on the bed. I would’ve asked, ‘What did you just put around my ankles?’ if there hadn’t been a gag in my mouth.
    Christopher bent my legs back until my knees were at my ears and my feet were at my eye level. Then he put a stretchy band behind my head that was attached to each of my ankles, leaving them suspended in mid-air with my wet pussy on full display. My legs were stretched to their absolute fullest capacity.
    Next were my hands. He walked around behind me to the other side of the bed where he stretched my arms and put restraints around my wrists. When I tried to lift my arms they barely moved. They were still against the comforter, spread out toward the corners of the bed.
    He came back around the bed again where he proudly looked down at me laying below him. “Yes. That’s a good girl.”
    I was powerless. Never in my life had I felt so powerless. I couldn’t talk. Couldn’t move my arms or legs. I was at the complete mercy of this man whose last name I didn’t even know.
    And I loved every fucking second of it.
    My pussy gushed all over the bed as I gazed into his mesmerizing blue eyes, pleading silently with him for the kindness to satisfy the need between my legs. He was my only hope. Oh, how my pussy throbbed, waiting for him.
    Until then, I had no idea how good it felt to be on display like that. To have a stranger see me so intimately. To know that he was the one who restrained me, not bothering to ask my permission first. I loved being exposed and naked in front of him, laying down on my back against my sore, freshly-beaten ass—vulnerable, with no idea what to expect.
    A draft blew across my naked breasts and against my nipples that were still tender from when he’d sucked and bitten them so hard. The draft felt even nicer against my swollen pussy lips that begged for his attention. Any attention. A finger, a tongue. A nice, hard dick would’ve been nice. Even a belt landing flat against it repeatedly, inflicting pain of the very best kind.
    I felt like I could cry, and it had nothing to do with fear. It was only because of that longing, deep inside me. Please fuck me. Please, sir. Fuck me. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me. I hoped he could somehow read my thoughts. But if he could, all he would probably do was tell me he was in charge, and he’d probably make me wait even longer.
    After a few more moments of him staring down at me on the bed, torturing me, his eyes taking their sweet time as they lingered, he dropped down out of sight. A few seconds later I felt his tongue lapping against my pussy.
    “Mmm!” I strained, to no avail, against the gag in my mouth. I wanted to be heard. He had to know how good this felt. Or maybe he didn’t. It just felt like somebody had to know that my ache was finally being soothed.
    I felt him start at the opening of my pussy then make his way up to my clit where he kept his tongue flat and gave me one long lick, then another, then another.
    I needed a faster motion, but I was grateful just to feel that tongue