Chapter Eight
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“So, slut, you pissed in the cage?” I stood in the center of his breakfast room, naked and stinky from the night. Jess, cool and measured in his scrutiny of me, circled me, clutching a leather belt in his fist. His #4 plug was still lodged in my ass and my hands were still bound behind my back.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it any longer,” I stated my case as simply as I could.
“You think I believe that?”
“You should because it’s true,” I replied, maybe a little too flippantly.
“You know, Patrick told me you have a real smart mouth. Know what I do to stinkin’ smart mouthed bitches?”
I shook my head.
His thick lips broke into a cocky smile, and as he wound his way around me, I worried more about what he said next than I did any punishment he might inflict with
