Page 185 of Her Beast

“Good. Drop it now.”

The scarf fluttered to the floor.

“You do that and everything stops.” He spoke seriously, not wanting her to hurt herself in an effort to please him.

“Yes, Malcolm.”

Peter returned the scarf.

“Ready, luv?”

“Yes, Malcolm.”

“Gag her, Peter. Make sure it is nice and snug.”

Malcolm stilled Maisie’s bobbing head; all his attention riveted on the scene on the other side of the glass.

“In olden times some men used scold bridles to discipline willful wives,” he said as Peter carefully fit the thick but soft leather bit between her lips, adjusting the metal rings that sat on either side of her face.

Julia’s eyes were wide as the myriad straps tightened and secured the bit, spreading her lips wider.

“All right?” he asked once the device was secure.

She nodded jerkily.

Peter next slid a wide posture collar around her neck. It ran from just below her chin to the bottom of her neck. It was stiff boiled leather, reinforced, and lined with fur.

“This keeps you upright and also will stop the strap from chafing your lovely throat,” he explained.

Not to mention that she looked fucking gorgeous wearing it.

Malcolm stared in worshipful silence; he simply could not get enough of her.

His angel was almost ready.

∞∞∞

Julia could not stop staring at her reflection. She looked like one of the wicked drawings she’d seen in Malcolm’s impressive and arousing erotica collection.

The black strappy device that kept her jaws wide and the other thing—the collar—that kept her chin high… well, they were the most erotic things she’d ever seen.

“You look very beautiful, Julia,” Malcolm said, the lust in his voice sending a bolt of pleasure to her core that would have doubled her over if she’d not been bound so cruelly.

“The plug, now.”

One of the men, she’d lost track of who was who, disappeared and returned a moment later, holding an anal plug.

“I know you recognize this, darling.”

Julia’s body clenched at the sight of the plug, which was slightly bigger than the one he’d inserted in her a few days ago.

Malcolm had started using them on her a month ago—a different one every week, each a little larger than the last.

He had called ittraining, but had refused to tell Julia what, exactly, the training was for.

The twin slicked it with oil and then lowered it against her hole.

“You remember what to do? When he presses it to your anus, you bear down—as if you are on the commode.”

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