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Once my upper arms are secured, I feel the rope drop to my wrists, tying them as well. The remainder of the rope falls between my feet, and he walks around to stand in front of me. I look up and stare directly at his chest. He blocks my view of the mirror, but I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye due to how wet I am.
Kneeling, he picks up the rope with one hand while the other goes to my pussy. I gasp when he spreads my lips and slides the rope between them.
“Saint?” His name is spoken softly, but my heart races.
He smirks but doesn’t say anything. He yanks on the rope, and I cry out as it rubs between my legs.
My head falls forward to look down at my chest to see he’s taken the excess rope between my legs and then through the two pieces around my upper chest.
Once satisfied he’s tied it tightly, he yanks my ponytail, forcing me to look up. “Eyes on me.”
The blood rushes in my ears, and I’m panting. My hips thrust forward to rub the rope on my pussy, and he notices because he smirks.
Fuck me!
He lets the access rope hang as he reaches into his back pocket. Before I can see what he’s grabbed, he places something rough around my neck, and I hear the familiar click of a lock.
Then he picks the rope back up and ties it off to what he just put around my neck. He steps back, admiring his work.
I try to move, but the slightest wiggle pulls on the rope where it sits between my legs and my neck. I swallow nervously.
“I never forgot how beautiful you are, Ash,” he says softly, and my eyes rise to meet his. Reaching out, he cups my face. His thumb runs over my parted lips. “Today, you’re going to work on this mouth of yours.”
I whimper, knowing exactly what he means.
“Your jaw will be sore and your throat raw by the time you’re done. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out what looks like a small container of Vaseline. He places his finger in it and then rubs a generous amount onto my shaking lips.
He leaves me to go over to his desk and opens up the top drawer. I get a look at myself in the mirror, and as I suspected, he placed a collar on me. It’s black leather and has a silver ring in the center. The rope is looped through it and then tied to the piece that sits high on my chest.
Saint returns to stand in front of me, stating, “Open wide.” I do so, and he sprays something that resembles a sample size of a perfume bottle into my mouth, making me flinch. But I keep it open like the good girl I am. And he sprays it again. The taste of cinnamon overtakes my senses, and I cough a few times.
“On your knees.”
He tosses the spray onto his desk, and I fall to my knees in front of the mirror, whimpering as the new position pulls the rope even tighter, making it only harder to swallow as the collar pulls on my neck, but the tightness of the rope squeezes my clit.
“Kash.” He looks over at him. “I need your belt.”
Kashton stands up from his desk, removes his belt, and tosses it over to Saint without even looking away from his phone that sits on his desk. Saint then removes his own and leans down. He places his between my leg and the floor, he wraps it around my right thigh and shin, pulling it tightly, buckling it in place, and then does the same with my other.
I’m immobile, and that has my pulse racing. He knows how much I love this. Goddamn him. He’s going to use everything my body likes against me in the worst torturous way.
He goes over to his desk, opens the top drawer once more and pulls out a dildo. My heavy breathing grows louder, and I can feel my pulse throbbing against the inside of the collar.
Coming back to me, he kneels and suctions it to the mirror. Then he grips the back of my head and shoves it forward until my Vaseline-covered lips are just inches from it. I’m breathing so heavily that it fogs the mirror.
I stare at the clear dildo that faces me, my mouth already watering excessively. It has a small silver ring that resembles a piercing at the bottom of the shaft, right above the balls. There is a short chain that hangs from it. It softly clanks against the mirror as it swings back and forth.
“You will fuck your mouth with this. I sprayed numbing spray down your throat. You should feel it already starting to work.”
I swallow nervously and realize there’s a tingling feeling at the back of my throat. I blink, staring up into his narrowed eyes in the mirror unable to respond.
“It’ll last for a good fifteen minutes.” He goes on. “But as it begins to wear off, you will start to gag. Your throat is like anything else, Ash. It needs to be trained. Conditioned. So you’re going to sit here and suck this fake dick until you can swallow the whole thing. Do you understand?”
I can barely breathe from the rope and collar around my throat let alone speak so when a cracked “y-yes” comes out of my slick lips, he seems satisfied.
