Page 20 of Sold to Her Enemy

I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek because those damn gloves pick up everything, and there’s a part of me that wants to laugh at the weird hilarity of it.

Even if this feels like a dangerous game.

“You don’t see that oil? That dirt?”

I look at the glove again. Now it’s shiny with oil and black specks…I think back to the black towel and nearly laugh.

Adrian turns, picks up a white towel, and wipes his finger on it.

“I had higher expectations, Mckenna. But you’re nothing but a dirty, shoe-licking slut.”

My skin flames hot, and my stomach is a bundle of nerves.

Adrian grabs my arm, lifts it, and holds it straight out. He then let it drop to my side and repeats the process with the other one.

He picks up a white towel from the table and wipes his fingers on it.

“Open your mouth and take my fingers.”

I open as a wave of heat rolls down my spine.

“Wider, Mckenna, or I will gag you.”

A tremble goes through me of wicked anticipation. I saw the o-ring on the table. He is going to gag me either way. It’s a lose-lose game no matter what I do, but here he is relaxed, as if he has forgotten that he truly hates me and is playing a role.

I can play, too.

Even though I know it’s not going to do me any good, I need to resist. The way his eyes gaze at me, with heat and possession, strokes that simmering need.

I open my mouth and Adrian sticks his finger on my tongue, presses it down, and rubs his finger along my tongue, back and forth, stopping just before my throat. Fiery arousal, sharp and strong, soars through me, and I can’t stop the gushing between my legs, or the way my nipples bead tighter.

He presses down, and it’s uncomfortable. I feel my jaw starting to close because it hurts to keep my mouth open this wide.

“Naughty girl. The ring it is. I can’t wait to see your tits covered in drool.”

I can’t form the words over the lump in my throat. My mind is swimming with heat, and that tide of arousal has stolen my breath.

He blows a soft whistle and lifts the o ring.

“Breathe, Mckenna. You’re holding your breath.”

I exhale, but it doesn’t help my body relax. Adrian walks behind me. The metal of the o ring is pressed against my face. My heart hammers in my chest. My mouth is so dry it’s like paper.

“Open that filthy mouth wide. That’s it." The straps straighten and tighten, the ring settled behind my teeth, stretching my mouth.

“Ugh!” I squeal as I realize a metal piece is attached to the ring that is sitting on my tongue — a tongue depressor.

“You’re drooling already.” Adrian drags his thick finger along my chin and wipes it on my nose.

I shudder, the humiliation hardening my nipples even more, rising from that burning ache to an inferno that’s going to take me under.

“Now, let’s move on to these breasts.” He holds them as if weighing them, and then he presses his thumbs on my nipples hard, folding them against my breasts.

“Do you like your tits played with?”

I try to swallow, not wanting to talk because it would sound dumb and make me drool more. But it’s inevitable. I can’t fight this. My tongue can’t move. I can’t stop the drool that’s flowing out of my mouth.

“Ooh,” I say through the gag.

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