Page 425 of End Game

Green.

Yes.

Ronan's expression softens. “Good boy.”

Fuck.

He fits the gag carefully.

The rubber is cool against my tongue.

The ball fills my mouth faster than I expect.

Jaw forced open.

Strap settling behind my head.

Not painful.

Just… there.

Impossible to ignore.

I test it.

Try to speak.

“Mmph.”

Ronan's eyebrow lifts.

I glare.

He smiles.

Asshole.

Then the blindfold comes back down.

Dark again.

My own breathing sounds louder.

Saliva gathers almost immediately because swallowing around the rubber is possible but awkward.

I feel stupidly aware of my mouth.

Of the stretch at my jaw.

Of wetness at the corner of my lips.

Ronan wipes it away with his thumb.

“Green?”

Click.

His hand settles on my chest again. “Good.”