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you’d be honest with me no matter what. Your absolute honesty is important to me. I’ll accept nothing less.”
    “I know, Master.” It was one of two rules I would never break, the other being confidentiality.  
    He slipped a blindfold over my eyes, and then guided me to my feet. “Undress me,” he said, bringing my hands to his shirt.  
    I fumbled with the buttons, blindly undoing them. His shirt whispered to the floor, and my hands drifted to his belt; sliding it from the loops reminded me of the beating I’d taken in his office earlier that week. I shuddered at the thought and reached for what I thought was the button of his slacks. Instead I found his erection straining against the zipper. He jerked my hands up a few inches and helped me remove the last barrier to his body.  
    “Good girl.” He pressed down on my shoulders until I sank to my knees again. Unlike in his office, where he’d given me most of the control, he swatted my hands away, grabbed my head, and forced his cock between my lips. I gagged the deeper he dove, but that didn’t deter him. I couldn’t see his expression, but I imagined the tightness of his features, the tension in his shoulders as he neared climax. I didn’t fight him as he slipped in and out, his balls flapping against my chin. The loud groan he released as he spilled into my mouth sent fire between my legs. I ached in a way that was exhilarating and humiliating all at once—the two emotions fought for space in my heart. No matter how many times he forced me to my knees, demanded I bend to his will, my body still responded in a primal way even I didn’t understand.  
    Gage expelled a heavy breath. “You know how to love a man’s cock.”  
    I raised my head and waited for his instruction.  
    He removed the blindfold. “We have a Christmas party to get to.” Gage helped me to my feet, and I gasped when he spun me around and pushed me to the bed. “Bend over.” I hadn’t noticed the cocktail dress he’d set out on the mattress . . . or the butt plug and nipples clamps. I cringed to think of the pain those things would inflict.  
    “You’ll wear them to the party,” he said, as if he’d heard my thoughts. He grabbed the plug, and I tensed in preparation, hissing a breath through my teeth as he pushed it in. He grabbed my arm and twirled me until I faced him again. I shrank away when he reached for the clamps.  
    “I-I’m sorr—”  
    “Don’t be sorry, Kayla. Just obey. I can restrain you, if you won’t behave yourself.”  
    I shook my head and stepped toward him.  
    His eyes lingered on my nipples, and the edges of his mouth turned up. “Stand up straight and clasp your hands behind your back. You’ll learn to present your breasts properly.”  
    I lengthened my spine and laced my fingers together at the small of my back; the position put my chest on display. He bent down and slid his tongue across each nipple. A delicious chill raced through me, only to be obliterated when he clamped the first sensitive peak. I whimpered, and Gage responded by tightening the clamp further. I screwed my eyes shut as he did the same to the other side. I could only imagine how excruciating they’d feel if I hadn’t breastfed.  
    He brought his mouth to my ear. “I want you uncomfortable. I want your tits aching, your ass full. By the time we return tonight, you’ll beg me to fill every part of you.”  
    A shiver of excitement tore through me.  
    “Get dressed. Come upstairs when you’re ready.” His lips drifted down my chest, and he bit down on the chain connecting my breasts and pulled. “Don’t take too long—we’re almost late.”  
    I dressed quickly, gritting my teeth as the material scraped across my aching nipples, and then climbed the stairs. Gage’s voice rang through the house as I edged the door open, though judging by his low tone, I figured he didn’t want to be overheard. Whoever was on the other end of the call had sure pushed a