“How does that feel?” he asked.
“Light, Sir.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
He continued to give the same light slaps to her sides and thighs, letting the tails wrap around to her butt.
“You have to earn the more,” he told her.
“What can I do, Sir?”
He returned the flogger to the bed and she bit back any sound of displeasure. This time he held a gag, the kind that looked like a p***s.
He held it to her mouth and she opened obediently, though it wasn’t her favorite thing. He buckled the straps around her head securely, testing it with his fingers. She immediately wished she could lick her lips. Her tongue explored the shape, getting used to the taste and texture of the rubber-like plastic. It wasn’t unpleasant. She kept her gaze on Grant’s, waiting for his instructions.
“I’m
