Cleave Gagged Mga Nobela at Kwento

I couldn’t even balance, let alone move. He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, and unfastened the gag from the back of my head. The leather straps slipped free, and the ball fell from my lips with a wet, humiliating sound. My jaw throbbed, sore and stiff from being pried open for so long I wasn’t sure I could even close it properly. I swallowed hard, wincing at the ache, tongue dry and useless in my mouth. And in the mirror, I saw myself, gag gone, mouth red and sore, eyes glassy. Kneeling, bound, cheeks flushed.

My mouth pulled apart and through the clogs I pushed out words. “It…can’t be.”

And so fucking turned on I could hardly breathe. He leaned back in his chair. “Get on the table. On your knees.” I crawled onto the pristine glass conference table, acutely aware of the smudges my heels and hands were leaving behind. He watched every movement with calculated intensity, stroking himself through his slacks as I positioned myself in front of him—on all fours. “Now this,” he murmured, standing and picking up the gag, “is for when I want your mouth but not your noise.” He moved behind me, one hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back just enough to slide the leather strap into place and fasten it behind my head.

A laughter erupted from her throat. Agatha thought it was rather strange for this woman to be talking like this. Even if this woman was bisexual, she was not into it. She was straight. She already got her own lover. She’s not interested. The clown lifted her fingertips to her face and said, “I can see where I will be cutting you up. The slicing will be done to perfection. Nothing will be amiss.” Agatha’s stomach started to churn from this clown’s words. The clown put one of her fingertips to her lips and jumped with excitement. “Oh, oh, how prefect your face will look on me.”

Blake warned and my eyes widened at his comment. "Pig," I scowled and he smirked. "Wait, you can't gag me, what if I have a coughing fit? I'll choke." "Jack gave you the antidote. You won't be coughing up blood anymore," Blake said. "Now open your mouth." "You do not need to fucking gag me," I snapped and Blake smirked.

"We have no real bond. If you want to talk about bonds, I admire the connection between you and Lisa—the perfect 'fostered' setup. I'll be rooting for you two!" I turned and walked to my car. I fired the company security guard on the spot. I also decreed that from now on, all trash bins in the company would be transparent—I refused to let outside garbage sneak in again. Alistair never made it in again, though he only sank lower. He posted public apologies online, knelt outside our company begging for forgiveness. Lisa tried desperately to drag him away, but he shoved her violently. She fell to the ground and bled immediately.

He grabbed the front of the uncle's hair and yanked his head back brutally, forcing his blurry eyes open. The uncle let out a weak groan, coughing up a splat of dark blood onto Dante’s boots. "You... you came back," he wheezed, a pathetic, trembling smile stretching across his cracked lips. "I told you... I have nothing left to say to you mutts."

CLARA'S POV The gag sat heavy between my teeth. The dildo filling my mouth as I knelt there. Arms trembling. Cunt dripping onto the hardwood. The finger in my pussy pulled out just before another wicked slap landed on it. And immediately my vision blurred from the sting of the smacks, but I didn't care. I wanted more! Then someone quickly unbuckled the gag from my mouth and I tasted the harsh plastic on my tongue. "Bring her here," one of the masked men barked. His voice was scarily gruff.

"There, that should do it. Say 'zebra' through the gag, so I know what to listen for if you need to use your safe word." "Weeb.. waah" was all I could get out, though I had to giggle at how funny it sounded. I'm glad I didn't laugh, as Cullen was dead serious, and he nodded in understanding at what I tried to say. I noticed saliva gathering at the edge of the ball, around my lips, making me want to wipe my mouth, but I could not. It was disturbing and humiliating to be strapped and chained like that, drooling around the ball gag, naked and stretched out.

"You are seriously going to be stubborn? Don't leave me hanging now sweetheart, the sun's pretty harsh up here." I stuffed a gag, these names were getting even bolder. "You want to get in. So you are ready to listen to me?" He nodded like a puppy. "Stop with the names and you are in, it's that easy." "But…" "Or not." "Okay," He wiped off some sweat, forming on his forehead from standing out too long, "Cleaver, you have yourself a deal." "Cool" I stood up to scoot over in a bid to give him more space to get in.