Page 75 of The Toy Maker

“Already giving in?” he taunted, pulling his hands away.

A whine of frustration slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My breath came in shallow pants, my body already aching from his absence.

Jason smirked, amused by my reaction.

“Typically, I’d love to hear those moans fall off of your filthy lips,” he chuckled, stepping away. “But…” He turned toward the rack of toys, his fingers trailing over the options before selecting one.

When he faced me again, I nearly groaned.

Not the ball gag.

“This time, I think we’ll try something new,” he said.

I clenched my jaw, but he gave me a look that left no room for argument.

“Open,” he commanded.

I hesitated just long enough for him to grab my chin and squeeze. My lips parted instinctively, and he slid the ball between my teeth, fastening the strap behind my head.

Jason grinned. “That’s for the smartass answer, baby.”

I huffed through my nose, my complaints muffled by the ball wedged into my mouth.

“I should really make this part of the dress code for all the Cherries,” he teased, adjusting the straps before stepping back to admire his work. He winked at my less than amused face and grabbed a silk mask from the table behind him.

I took the opportunity to lift both my middle fingers, making my feelings perfectly clear. The side of his mouth lifted when he saw both my fingers telling him what he could go do. He crept closer, and the light illuminated his abs in all the most satisfying ways.

“I have a better idea,” he said, leaning in, his breath warm against my cheek. “I’ll fuck you instead.”

The blindfold slid over my eyes, and I was very literally left in the dark about what he was going to do to me next.

The sound of a bottle being opened. The slick slide of lube. The warmth of Jason’s hands gripping my hips.

Then…

The press of something cool and smooth at my ass.

My body jerked against the restraints, and a muffled moan escaped my lips. Jason’s touch was firm, possessive, and I had no doubt he was enjoying every second of this.

I had come to the conclusion that the man before me was Satan himself.

And God help me, I wanted him anyway.

Slowly, carefully, the toy pushed deeper, stretching me in a way that made my toes curl. My body trembled, torn between discomfort and the electric thrill racing up my spine. It was bigger than anything I’d had before, and no matter how hard I tried to stay still, my body squirmed in response.

Jason’s hand pressed against the small of my back, grounding me. “Stay still, or I’ll restrain your waist as well,” he ordered, voice stern.

The sharp crack of something I was sure I wouldn’t like snapped in front of me. My breath hitched, and panic briefly crept in.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Tara.” His voice softened, a quiet reassurance laced beneath the command. “I won’t ever harm you beyond what you can physically handle.”

I nodded, my jaw already aching from being held open for so long. Soft leather brushed over my exposed skin, trailing between my thighs. My body stiffened, then relaxed when I realized it wasn’t a whip. The feeling was different,lighter, and teasing.

“This is a flogger,” Jason explained, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts. “I’m going to use it on you often if you decide it’s something you’re comfortable with. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded.

“Good. I’m going to hit you five times so you get accustomed to how it feels.”

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