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He shook his head. “On your hands and knees.”
Gwyneth blanched. “You mean…crawl?”
“Precisely, slut. And wiggle your ass for me like you did when you were wearing your little bow.”
Her eyes bulged out. She gaped at him. “That arouses you?”
“As long as you’re the one crawling to me.”
She mulled his words for a long moment, clearly trying to decide if he meant them.
“I’ve given you an order,” he told her. “You know your choices. Don’t keep me waiting or I’ll get the paddle and I’ll be forced to smack your other cheek.”
Immediately, she fell to her hands and knees. Her head dropped. Her shoulders sagged. He almost had her right where he wanted her.
She winced and hissed with each little movement over the hardwood. It seemed to take forever, but she finally reached his feet.
“Now follow me into the kitchen. I’ve got a treat for you.”
Gwyneth didn’t look like she quite believed him. Liam ignored her skeptical stare and walked her to the bowl, holding her by the hair at her nape as if it were her scruff. She gave the bowl a bewildered stare.
“Drink,” he commanded. “Show me what a sweet little bitch you are. Lap up your water, then give me a happy bark.”
“A bark? Like a dog?” She launched to her feet. “Are you mad? This is ridiculous!”
He shot her a narrow-eyed glare, chest out, fists on his hips. “That’s not your safe word.”
“I can’t… I’m not a dog.” She shuddered. “It’s too vulgar.”
“You’re not one for puppy play?” He mocked a disappointed frown. “I suppose it’s important I know your limits now. I’ll grant this has been a tough day for you. But I hope you’ll be in a better frame of mind for this tomorrow.”
She sent him a stilted smile that told him hell would freeze over first, but she didn’t say a word.
“Why don’t we try some pleasure for now?” he suggested. “You haven’t earned it precisely, but I see some effort. I’ll reward that.”
She sent him a relieved smile. “Yes, please. Kyle is in the bedroom, so I suppose we can’t go there, but we have the sofa or the table or—”
“Show me how ready you are first.” He pulled out a chair. To his delight, the seat was made of a hard, solid wood—no cushion.
Gwyneth looked at it fretfully. “Can I have a towel or a pillow?”
He shook his head sternly. “If you sit, there might be an orgasm in your future.”
At that, she perked up and eased slowly into the seat. Immediately, she regretted her decision and cringed. Liam pressed his lips together to hold in a laugh.
“Wait here.” He meandered back to the bag of tricks and took his time searching through all the goodies inside. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for but then…yes. He found the perfect toys.
Withdrawing the items he needed, Liam headed back into the kitchen, setting one on its side on the kitchen counter. This ought to finish her off…
“Spread your legs and brace your feet on either side of the chair’s legs,” he told her as he sauntered closer once more. “Nice and wide. Just like that.”
She did so quickly, as if she couldn’t wait to show him what lay between her legs. In fact, she looked proud of herself.
Yes, you were born with a vagina. Congratulations… Now you’ll find out it doesn’t always get you what you want.
Liam knelt at her feet, carefully positioning himself outside her spread thighs, then wrapped one cuff around the leg of the chair and her ankle, strapping them together and securing the Velcro. Crouching on the other side of her body, he repeated the process.
With her restrained to the chair, he rose to his full height and grabbed the other item, unwrapping it with a grin. Then he turned to her, holding it in his outstretched hand. “Suck this, slut. Get it wet. Then I want you to shove it in your cunt, nice and deep for me.”
Hesitantly, she took the dildo in her hand. Neon orange and the size of a freakishly large porn star, she stared down at the silicone, frozen. “It’s so large.”
“Indeed. Does it make you hot? I can’t wait to see you take it all.”
“It won’t fit,” she argued.
He scowled at her. “Of course it will. You’ve had a baby. This is much smaller than Kyle’s head, so you should have no trouble. Now stop being a mouthy slut and do as I say.”
Her mouth gaped open, then closed, only to open again. She sighed, then lifted the big tool to her lips. She looked more like she braced herself to suck a lemon than a phallus.
No matter how wide she parted her lips, she couldn’t wrap them completely around the dildo. She licked her lips, sighed in frustration, then tried to tongue the silicone. Grimacing at its taste, she finally resorted to drawing it close to her mouth and spitting on it gently.
