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“Good girl.” Grigory lifts the hand with the gag and runs his thumb down the corner of my mouth, awakening tickling sensations in my skin. “Now, open your mouth.”
Heat spreads through my body, manifesting my humiliation in my cheeks and stirring arousal between my legs. I want to clamp my teeth together and refuse, but when Grigory coaxes with a gentle thumb against my bottom lip, my jaw slackens. He keeps coaxing me on with his thumb until my mouth is wide agape.
“Such a dirty, dirty girl,” he taunts. “Begging me to stuff your mouth, huh?”
“Uh-uh,” I protest, unable to admit openly that I want this humiliation. I’m about to clamp my mouth shut, but Grigory shoves the ball between my teeth. I try to push it back out, but his hand is clasped over my mouth, forcing it in place.
He makes quick work of securing the strap at the back of my head, and I moan in defeat as he yanks at the leather to close the buckle. I press my tongue against the ball when he removes his hand, but the thing is lodged in place, forcing my mouth wide open.
The sensation goes to my brain, swamping me with humiliation and helplessness—a tipsy sensation that blurs my thoughts.
“Thank me for fulfilling your dirty desires,devochka.”
I groan around the ball.I can’t speak with this thing in my mouth.
Grigory slides an arm around my waist and yanks me into his strong chest. “Go on.”
I sag against him, my legs unable to hold me up as his power wraps around me, snuffing out my will as he becomes the very axis around which my world spins. My brain turns to mush, unable to find any words but the ones Grigory wants to hear.
So I garble around the ball, like I did the last time. “Aank you.”
“Good girl,” he croons, touching his cheek to mine in a gentle gesture.“Unfortunately, I can’t have my way with you like I did last time since I’m leaving tomorrow. We wouldn’t want a sweet little sub like you to combust into subdrop when she’s alone, now would we?”
I shake my head even as I want to sayfuck itand beg him to have his filthy way with me.
“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.” Grigory slides a hand into my pants, and I’m not sure what’s more humiliating—the spittle running from my mouth at my garbled moan or the dripping wetness Grigory finds between my legs. It doesn’t matter.Grigory doesn’t let either opportunity to humiliate slip. “You’re dripping from both ends, aren’t you?”
I protest with a mewl, but when Grigory shoves two fingers inside me, my moan reveals how I really feel.
“You have two minutes to come or I won’t let you have an orgasm tonight,” Grigory rasps into my ear with a scarily deep tone.
Dropping my head back on his shoulder, I let out a plaintive moan that sends a new trickle of spit running down my cheek.I can’t.Only when I touch myself can I reach the peak that fast. But I have no say in this. Grigory has effectively made sure I can’t voice my opinion, so there’s nothing I can do but try.
I shut my eyes and focus on Grigory’s thick fingers moving inside me, his palm grinding against my clit. It feels terribly good, but I’m not even close to an orgasm despite the pulsing heat, and my moans turn into whimpers as I realize I won’t get to come tonight.
“One minute left,” Grigory says, showing no signs of leniency. “Do you want some help?”
I nod eagerly even though I have no idea how he’s going to help me. Maybe by shoving his cock inside me? I can feel his thick length straining in his pants against my back, but he surely knows not even that will get me there in a minute.
Slowly, Grigory drags his arm from my waist and lifts his hand to my face, still pumping his fingers inside me. His palm covers my mouth, large enough to block my airflow despite the gag.
I heave through my nostrils but only manage a shallow breath before Grigory pinches my nose between his thumb and index finger. My chest stutters to drag in air, but nothing happens. I writhe against him to gain just a tiny opening—a tiny breath of air. But there’s nothing. He’s sealed off every source of oxygen with frightening ease.
The need to breathe grows urgent, and panic flickers around the edges of my brain as black spots dance in my vision. I put more effort into my struggling, but it’s no use.
“Ten seconds left,devochka,” he growls.
I barely register his words. I don’t care about the orgasm anymore; I just need air.
With a sudden jerk, he removes his hand. Spittle drenches my chin as I open my mouth wide and gasp, heaving in air around the ball. Too much air. It surges to my brain and into my veins, speeding up my blood and sending my entire system into overdrive. Suddenly, I’m coming apart, moaning around the ball, convulsing against Grigory as the orgasm explodes in my core.
I shudder and spasm as Grigory growls his satisfaction against my ear. “That’s a good little dirty girl.” He drags his fingers from my pants and smears the wetness across my face before shoving me forward. “Now get on the bed so I can fuck you.”
— CHAPTER 16 —
CLARA
My phone lights up with an incoming call in the middle of the lecture on Monday. I get a little worried when I see Grigory’s name on the screen. It’s only been a few days since he left, and he never calls me when we’re apart—except for that one time when I asked permission to cut back on the piano practice.
