Page 41 of Feel Free to Scream

I want to tell him he’s wrong. I’m nobody’s property. Certainly not his. But I’m too tired and overwhelmed to speak.

Leaving the butt plug right where it is, vibrating inside me while my taut insides keep straining, Keller stands again, his hands moving to my blouse.

It’s a button-down, but instead of unfastening it, he takes both sides and rips it open, destroying it to expose my breasts. And then, he caresses them gently, softly, exploring them like he has all the time in the world.

Little by little, my exhaustion recedes as my core demands attention. Keller’s mouth moves to my nipples. He’s as gifted with tits as he is with clits, circling, flicking, and then, sucking.

He hasn’t so much as touched the inside of my pussy, yet its walls keep contracting, feeling empty, demanding. Even my butt wants more of the friction he gave me earlier. I need more. Unfortunately, he seems perfectly content sucking my tits reverently for the moment.

Frustrated, I whisper, “Please,” again. It worked last time.

“Please what, darling?”

Again with the demand that I spell it out. He knows what I want. The amused curve of his mouth proves it.

“Tell me, and I’ll give it to you,” he whispers. “I promise. You only have to ask.”

The softness of his voice is enough to make my insides constrict. I realize why. With his mouth no longer covered by the mask, it’s his voice. His soft and deep and dark voice. His tantalizing, skilled, beautiful mouth. I’m not getting a masked stranger. I’m getting Keller.

“Please give me more,” I beg, feeling oh so ashamed and terrible; neither matters so long as he gives me what I crave.

“Somehow, despite the button-downs, and the braid, and the pink, I justknewyou’d be just like this,” he tells me, one of his hands trailing down the length of my skin. “Desperate to feel.”

His fingers slide along my pussy, and it grasps, eager for his touch, but with a chuckle, Keller aims lower, to the vibrating butt plug. “Oh, no, my little ghost. We had an agreement, whether you regret it or not. Nothing is penetrating your pussy, remember?”

I whine, and he chuckles harder.

But I sort of still get what I want—what I need—as he moves the butt plug in and out. It slides easily, with dirty, wet noises to compound the filthy, needy noises coming out of my mouth.

“It’s a bit small for you, I think,” Keller says, interrupting himself again.

I pout.

“Don’t be like that,” he teases. “I’m only going to give you something better. Wouldn’t you like that?”

I nod eagerly.

“Give me a second. I’m going to change your position, too.”

He does that first, freeing my wrists. I’ve only had time to put them together to rub them, when he takes them again, sliding them to my back, and locking them again, behind me this time. I huff, unsatisfied. This position is even more restrictive.

Next, he unties the cuffs around my ankles, and as I gasp, slides one of my legs upward, this time, tying the thigh to the armchair. Jesus. My legs are up in the air. He does the same with my other leg.

“I forgot your panties again. They’re really in the way now,” Keller says.

Somehow, I doubt that manforgetsanything.

“Oh, well.” He grabs the fabric, and tears it just like he did with my blouse, then pockets the ripped panties, his hand running along my completely bare pussy. “You should see yourself just like this. I see your pussy drip and clench. It’s so very desperate.”

I only moan as he skims his fingers through the folds. I know what he can do with those. But for the second time, he returns to the butt plug, removing it entirely.

“And here I thought a size two was pushing it,” he says. “But your ass already wants more, doesn’t it?”

Flushing, I make myself nod, remembering the consequences of ignoring his questions. If he completely stops, I mightdie.

Keller selects another toy, the exact same shape as the first, but twice as big. Watching him lather it with lube, I gulp. “That’s too big.”

The shape is odd, its engorged head like a strawberry, then a thinner end, and a very large handle. The strawberry itself is almost the size of a fist.

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