“I—” Any protests I may have get cut off when Flynn tightens his grip.
“No more talking unless I ask you another question.”
I narrow my eyes at him. The urge to point out that hedidask me a question pushes at me, but the pressure of his fingers on my throat keep me quiet.
“Good girl.”
He reaches up and brushes my wavy hair off my face, his thumb whispering over my cheekbone. “You’re beautiful when you behave. Too bad you’ve worked your way into a punishment. Last chance to tell me what you discovered.”
Technically, that’s not a question and after the way he reacted to the Kings Society I’m not sure telling him what I found is a good idea, so I stay quiet.
Flynn chuckles low. “I’ve tortured a lot of people, but I get the feeling torturing you is going to be so much more fun. Now where do you keep that vibrator of yours, sweetheart?”
I’m tempted not to answer but he squeezes his hand over my pussy in warning. “In my bedside table,” I say, the confession rushing out.
Flynn lets go and steps back. “Show me.”
I think something might be wrong with me because I mourn the loss of contact but then his palm settles on the small of my back as he guides me through the house.
The rug in my bedroom is soft under my socks, and I turn around to face Flynn, my hands finding his chest. Now my brain has cleared a little, doubt has dug its way in and I chew at my cheek. “What are we doing exactly?”
Flynn arches a dark brow and picks up the camisole I left on my bed. “Iam getting answers and seeing as you can’t follow a simple rule,you’regetting gagged.”
My eyes widen. “I don’t think—” I don’t have time to think though. I don’t have time to do anything because Flynn twiststhe camisole in his hands, spins me around, and gags me with it, knotting the material at the back of my head. I reach up to pull it down but Flynn grabs my wrists in his hand.
“Nuh uh.” He turns me around and walks me backwards until my calves hit the bed and I lose my balance.
I land on the comforter and Flynn stretches my arms up above me.
“Hands stay above your head. If I see you reaching for the gag, this little interrogation will border closer to the painful side of pleasure than I think you’re ready for right now. Nod if you understand.”
My nostrils flare. I work my tongue around the cotton gag and curl my hands into fists. A million thoughts and feelings race through my mind but maybe the most terrifying one is that I want this to happen.
I know what that means, what I’m admitting. Once could be chalked up to a late night reckless decision but if I let him touch me again, there’s no going back. And I would be letting him. Flynn may be taking control, but I know that I could stop this if I wanted to. Maybe I’m foolish for believing he’d listen to me, but I know in my bones that Flynn won’t touch me if I don’t want him to. I’m just not sure I can bring myself to admit that Idowant him to. I wanthim.
Flynn just waits me out though until, eventually, I dip my chin.
He smirks lazily. “So she can obey. Good girl.”
Flynn walks over to my bedside table and I lie on the bed, my chest rising with each breath. The soft buzzing sound when he turns on my vibrator wand makes my toes curl. He turns it off again and lays it next to me before going back to the end of the bed. He leans over me, resting his elbows on the mattress as he presses a gentle kiss to my jeans.
I gasp into the gag when he undoes the button.
“These will need to go, don’t you think?”
I nod, my hair brushing against the sheets.
Flynn taps my hip and I lift up, letting him draw the jeans down my legs and off onto the floor.
I look down, watching his gaze turn hooded as he runs his palm up my thigh, digging his fingers in till I feel it in my core.
“So fucking soft, Lilac.” He turns his face into my thigh, kissing and sucking enough to distract me as he reaches for the vibrator.
“Now, I believe I asked you a question. How did you learn about the Kings Society?”
I stare at him as if to say “um, hello, gagged here” but Flynn just smirks in that lopsided way and presses the vibrator to my core. I jerk against the sudden intensity, but Flynn pins my thigh against the bed, forcing me to take it. Waves of pleasure roll through me as he slides the toy over my quickly dampening panties.
Concentration adorns his face with each subtle shift of the vibrator. He moves it around, experimenting with the pressure until he finds the spot that has me gasping, my back arching. “There we go,” he murmurs.
