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My sex life seems to bebrimming with new and exciting experiences. First the scene at the opera where both men took my sight and shoved me back and forth between them before fucking me at the same time. Then the gag. And the bullet vibrator. It makes me dizzy just thinking about it all—and terribly horny. During the three days I’m alone after Markus has left, I masturbate at least three times a day.
I feel like a horny teenager, but I don’t mind. All this lust fills me with a new burst of life and exuberant anticipation of what’s to come.
One thing does make me feel unsure, though.
Markus’s reaction when I asked about gags was not what I’d hoped for. I don’t like the idea of doing something he doesn’t care for, even if it’s with Grigory. What he said about them being crude has sprouted uncertainty within me. I used to think gags were crude before Grigory forced one into my mouth, but with the way he watched me like I was beautiful, any and all self-consciousness vanished.
Until I talked to Markus.
It makes me wonder about the scene at the opera, when Grigory scooped Markus’s cum into my mouth. Did he find that crude too? This whole humiliation thing is entirely new to me. I have never discussed it with Markus, but his reaction to the gag makes me think he’s not into any of it.
When Grigory comes on Wednesday, I know I have to talk to him about this whole gag and humiliation thing, so he can put my mind at ease—which I know he will.
I’m really nervous about it, and my head is swirling with ways to broach the subject when Grigory arrives in the evening. But I forget all about it when he drags me straight to bed, yanks me onto all fours, andfucks melike an animal. He shoves his fingers past my lips, forcing my mouth wide open while he thrusts into me.It’s ugly and humiliating—exhilarating and terribly arousing.
My head is in a hazy fog of desire and submission for the rest of the evening, and I forget all about the talk until the next day. Then I spend the whole day continuing to try to work up the nerve to ask about this new, very thrilling part of my sex life. At dinner, I still haven’t found the right moment to bring it up. Time is running out since Grigory is leaving in the morning, so I end up blurting a blunt question in the middle of the meal.
“Don’t you find gags crude?”
Grigory’s lips tip up in a smirk as his eyes come alive with amusement. “Where did that come from?”
God, I think I’ll die from embarrassment. My cheeks are so hot I’d burn my fingers if I touched them. “Well…” I rub my temple as I search for the words. Once again, I end up saying it straight out. “Markus finds them crude.”
Grigory gives a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “I’m sure he does. He can be a bit of aprudesometimes.”
I smile at that.Hearing Grigory call someone aprude;that’s a first, and I like it.
Grigory continues. “Well, I love gags.A pretty little sub with a red ball in her mouth, unable to speak and at my mercy”—he inclines his head and lifts his brows—“now, that’s a sight to behold.”
“You really think so?”
“Of course.” Grigory gathers his utensils on his empty plate and leans back in his chair. “Now finisheating. We have important matters to see to.”
“What kind of matters?” I ask, shoving a healthy forkful of food into my mouth.
“What do you think?” His countenance darkens as his gaze flickers suggestively down to my mouth.
“Nooo?” My eyes go wide withdisbelief.
Grigoryhuffs.“You can’t bring up gags and expect me not to stuff your mouth.”
With that, he rises from his chair to bring his plate to the sink. And for the next ten minutes, while Grigory cleans the kitchen and I finish eating, I flutter back and forth between smile-inducing excitement and jittery nerves.
“Get up,” Grigory says once I’ve emptied my plate. “Stand in the middle of the room and face the window.”
My knees quiver as I take the position and hear him rummaging in his suitcase in the hall. With slow, deliberate steps, he comes up behind me and runs his knuckles up the bare skin on my arm, awakening prickling sensations that ripple all the way down my stomach and legs.
He leans in, his mouth hovering at the crook of my shoulder, his breath hot against my skin.“Does it matter what Markus thinks about gags when I’m here?”
I let out a breathy “No,” my skin flushing.
“Does it matter what you think about gags?” He presses a featherlight kiss to my neck.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access. “Not really.”
“That’s right. And when I ask you to open your mouth in a moment, what do you do?” He moves his left hand around to rest on my stomach, and I gasp at the sight of the red ball gag dangling from his fingers.
“I open my mouth,” I whisper.
