I pulled out my favourite new toy. A Jennings’ dental gag, a stainless steel implement of filthy fucking beauty. “Open wide,” I said.
Andy actually flinched. He flinched, and I laughed. I really fucking laughed.
“I mean it, Faye,” he said. “Nothing fucking crazy. What do you mean byallof us?”
I wedged my fingers in his mouth, forcing them to the back of his throat until he retched, then used the motion to slip the gag inside before he had chance to stop me. I’d cranked it open in a heartbeat, and with the metal hooked behind his teeth he couldn’t shift it. He was stuck. I spread it wider, and wider still, enjoying the way his lips stretched. “You’re going to dribble like a big fucking baby,” I said, squelching my fingers to the back of his throat. I sucked them clean when I pulled them out, keeping my eyes hard on his. “It’s going to be fucking beautiful.”
He tried to speak, but his words were muffled grunts.
“I love you like this,” I hissed. “Just a bit wider, that’s a good boy.” I forced the gag open, as wide as it would go. His lips really were spread wide. I watched his throat move as he attempted to swallow, angling his chin as my eyes explored his mouth. I pinched his tongue between my fingers, grinning like a lunatic. “Perfect,” I said. “That’s fucking perfect.”
I fished around my handbag until I found what I was looking for.Scarlet vixenlip colour. Andy eyeballed me warily as I approached, but it wasn’t for his lips. I wrote in jagged letters, right the way across his chest and stomach.
Faye’s dirty slut.
“Beautiful.” I admired my handiwork. “Now we just wait.” His groans were delightful; gurgled, garbled threats that I happily ignored. I wheeled him across the room, abandoning him in the empty space, then pushed my own seat to his desk. I sat with my feet up, watching him. Soon enough the gag began to achieve the inevitable. His mouth was watering nicely, spit pooling quicker than he could swallow. It collected at the corners of his lips and spilled over, coating his chin with glorious fucking drool before it dripped its way down his chest. He’d be soaked before the evening was done, and long before I was. “Try not to fight it, pretty boy. Humiliation can feel beautiful, I promise. It can set you free.” I squeezed my tits through my blouse as he watched. “Oh fuck, Andy, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
He squirmed against his bonds, trying to free his teeth from the gag, but it was pointless.
I checked the time, smiling as the bass quieted. “Not long now,” I said. “It’s almost time.”
“You’re going to enjoy this more than you know,” I said, unbuttoning my blouse. I straddled his knees, my face in his as I lowered myself onto him. The handcuffs rattled as he tried to touch me, but the chains were too short. Again, he grunted, and again it came out as a muffled nothing and saliva dripped from his lips. I ran my fingers through his hair, only to grip tight and yank his ear towards my mouth.
“Listen,” I hissed. “I’m going to say this once, and I fucking mean it. I know you think you hate this, and I know you’ll think you’ll hate what’s coming, but even now your cock is fucking betraying you.” I rubbed against him to prove my point. “We need this, Andy. This is how we function, this is how we knock fucking heads and get through it. This is how we cope with the shit we give each other.” I traced my fingers over the letters on his stomach, and his eyes flamed with embarrassment. “I need this. And I need you to give it to me. Tonight you’re going to give it to me.”
Another growl, and he sounded so fucking angry.
“If you give me what I need, I promise I’ll fulfil my half of the deal. Your week, your way. I’ll do whatever you say, anything you want, anything you need.Anything,” I emphasised. “And I won’t even moan about it.” I pressed my lips to his throat. “Anything, Andy.” I pulled down my bra, and my nipples were tight. “You have no idea how horny this makes me,” I hissed. “I never thought I’d feel like this. I never thought I’d want this so badly.”
I forced his head forward and he groaned as a mouthful of drool spilled free. It dripped from his chin and splattered on my horny fucking tits. “Oh yes, Andy, that’s what I want. Give me more.” I rocked against him, riding him, my pussy pressing tight to his thighs. “More,” I groaned. I licked up the trail of spit from his chin, tracing my tongue around his sweet stretched lips. He closed his eyes, but he was giving in, I could feel his resolve breaking. “Kiss me,” I breathed. “Give me that wet fucking mouth.”
His tongue was hot and slick. I circled it with mine as I moaned my pleasure, sucking him into my mouth and savouring every fucking bit of it. I was out of control, I could feel it, something dark unfurling below consciousness and threatening to consume me whole, but it didn’t matter. This moment was all that mattered.
This beautiful moment.
“Will you let me play?” I asked, my mouth still slurping around his tongue.
He didn’t answer. Not even a grunt.
A knock at the door and he startled. He fought hard, pulling his wrists tight against the chains but they wouldn’t budge. His eyes were wide and wild, his head shaking.
“Shh,” I said. “Relax.”
He grunted and groaned as I removed myself from his lap, fastening the last of my buttons before Topaz opened the door. She stared straight at me, oblivious to Andy’s predicament at her side.
“I’m just about off,” she said. “It was a good night, shame you both missed it.”
“Mr Morgan’s been a little tied up,” I smirked.
“Tied up?” She turned her head as she asked the question, and her sweet eyes popped out of her skull.
“Yes, he’s quite tied up, wouldn’t you say?”
Her fingers shot to her lip ring, fiddling away as her cheeks burst into colour. “I, um… I’m sorry I walked in…”
“Don’t be,” I said. “I’m not.”
“You’re not?” Her voice was so timid, barely a whisper.