I felt a tug on the collar around my neck. Charles had clipped a short leash to the O-ring on my collar and gave it a light pull. “Move fast. We can’t keep Mr. Kingsley waiting.”
I was on all fours, crawling behind him. Every crawl forward made the collar tighten just a little around my throat. It was like a constant reminder that I wasn’t free.
The butt plug in my āss shifted with each move, stretching me in a way that hurt and teased at the same time. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from whimpering.
It was night already. The windows showed only darkness outside. The house was quiet except for our footsteps. And every time the plug twisted deeper I wondered what Jared had planned for me.
Maybe he wanted to fück my āss tonight. The thought made me wet even though it scared me. My püs
