Page 17 of Clawed
“Those words weren’t for you.”She hissed the insult, meeting his knowing gaze.
Even she was surprised by the venom in her voice, her thundering heart assuring her that maybe it wasn’t the ideal time for her rudeness, but it was too late.He deserved it.He might as well know how she felt.
“Watch.Your.Tone.”He leaned closer, pinching her nipple as he sent the warning.
Fuck.
She processed the pain, refusing to allow her lips to convey the hurt, although she was sure her eyes expressed it.
“I’m sorry, Mr.Lawes, sir.”She wasn’t sorry in the slightest and was certain her tone revealed as much, but she responded in the so-called appropriate way.
“Hmmm.”Unimpressed, he straightened and withdrew his hand.“You’ve had your question.”
“You didn’t say if you w-were going to harm me.”
“I said you’ve had your question.”His gaze flitted from her face to his left fist, which had previously been hidden behind the chair.“But then, I remember you never could keep that mouth quiet, could you?”
The blood drained from her face as he lifted his hand to reveal what he was holding.His fingers gripped the end of a black strap, and swinging in the middle was the all too familiar sphere of a ball gag.
Shit.
She couldn’t do much to hide her despair at the sight, a dozen memories of that and the other, even crueler, dental gags he used on her flooding to fill her senses.Lawes had wielded the things freely before, silencing his captives whenever it pleased him, and ithadseemed to please him.
“I thought you’d remember.”His dark laughter swirled around her.“I also recall how much you enjoyed being gagged, little girl.”
“That’s not true,” she started, but even before he flashed her a glare, she knew it was a lie.
How she wished it was true, though.How every fiber of her being desired that she despised the gag, but both she and Lawes knew better.
Hannah still didn’t understand why, but being gagged was a fast-tracked and guaranteed way to liquify her sex.Once she could no longer speak or protest, she’d be all too willing to play his victim—yielding because she had no choice but also brazenly reveling in his authority—and she hated herself for it.
“Save your lies.”He spat the words at her.“You only told Saul about your fetish for them last week.”
Her cheeks burned with embarrassed heat.Shehadtold him that, hadn’t she?For the hundredth time since she’d come around in the strange room, she wondered why she’d felt the need to reach out to any men at all, let alone tell Saul her deepest, darkest desires.Her friends had tried to warn her, hadn’t they?They’d told her it was too soon for intimacy, and she’d repaid their loyalty by ignoring them.
But none of us had guessed who was really behind Saul’s profile.
Her attention slid to his face again, trying to decide what she saw burning in his eyes.Was there anger there—rage that she dared to answer back—or only that same old irrefutable passion?Was he going to take her to the edge of sexual ecstasy before making her beg for forgiveness, or was there a far more forbidding fate awaiting her?
“I did say that.”Her voice was quiet.
“Because you like gags, don’t you?”He caught the end of the strap with his free hand and pulled the leather taut.
“Yes.”Her eyes closed as though not being able to see him would eradicate the indignity of the admission.
“What was that?”A sharp pain at her clit instructed her eyes to fly open.Searching her body, she realized he’d reached between her legs and given her defenseless nub a cruel pinch.Worse still, with her legs secured into the peculiar dental chair he had her in, she wasn’t able to close her legs at all.
“Yes, Mr.Lawes, sir.”She gasped at the attack.
“Don’t forget again.”His digits relaxed, tapping her aching clit through her underwear.“I can make this good for you, Hannah.You know I can.”
The tap, tap, tapping at her sex insisted he was right, and even though she wanted to object, wanted to spit in his face with disdain, she couldn’t.He was right.He could take her to the edge of heaven.He’d done it multiple times before, yet he never saw the need for her assent.
“But I need you to be the good girl we both know you can be.”
Fuck.
Staring into his hard gaze, she didn’t know if it was fear or arousal guiding her as she replied.“I’ll try Mr.Lawes, sir.”
