Novel & Cerita Tape Gagged

“They want to use this to destroy the family.” “Or control it,” the man replied. “Bring one million in untraceable funds by tomorrow night, and I’ll give you the exact location and access codes. Fail, and the next photos go to every major outlet along with proof that your stepsister’s adoption was part of the cover-up.” Cassian stepped forward threateningly. “You’re threatening the wrong people.” The man didn’t flinch. “I’m simply the messenger. Twenty-four hours, Mr. Hale.” He disappeared back into the cottage. Cassian and Elena retreated to the SUV in heavy silence. Once inside, Cassian slammed his fist against the steering wheel.

Rager had got into position as he waited for them to come around to her. Once they were in position, Rager went over and immediately bit one of the guys on the head, and he went limp instantly. The other two were so shocked that it allowed Rager to take the head off the second one while the third one tried to run. Rager loved to play chase. With one swift move, he leaped and landed on the back of this guy, burying his face in the dirt, and muffling his screams of agony.

Just the clink of the tray I set down was enough: surgical tape, a flame-blade still glowing orange, water I wouldn’t offer. I circled him. His body twitched with every click of my fingernails against the tray. “Tonight,” I said finally, my voice silk wrapped in glass, “I don’t want screams.” I bound his thighs with surgical tape,tight. So tight his pulse fluttered under the skin. No room to wriggle. No room to run. Just raw exposure. Then I pressed the blade to his shoulder. Not to cut. Just to sear. The skin hissed.

"Open your mouth wide, don't tense your jaw." He inserted the ball gag and strapped it to the back of my head. This was going to take some getting used to, I thought, as my teeth bit into the plastic and salvia pooled in my mouth. He wandered back to the counter, obviously in no hurry, but soon returned. His rough hands pushed down the top of my teddy so my breasts were exposed. He tucked the fabric under my breasts then grabbed my tit8s, tested their firmness, squeezing the globes and pinching my nipples.

It was obvious her senses were starting to knock out. "you don't look like the kind of guy who's good in bed though." * * * * * * * * * * I jerked as the car came to a complete halt, knocking me off my seat. I swear I wanted to throw up so badly. "Son of a bitch," I cursed. "You would have kill...killed me. I can't feel anything anymore." He stared at me before smiling again, "you have no idea what I'm capable of piccolo gato."

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.

"You sure? I'm already addicted to you, Virginia. But if you do this...It means you're mine..." "I wanna be yours." I confessed as he stepped back with light hands on my hips. "Then get on your knees for me..." I started to sink and felt my heart revolt from contentment. I was a mix of nervous and excited to know him this way. To feel him. To taste him. "We'll go slow and test your gag reflex..." "I don't have one." Any and all humor drained from his face. "What?" He almost whispered. "I don't think I have one. When I've been to the doctor and they use those tongue depressors, I don't gag." He took a firm hold to the back of my neck.

And just as he popped his fingers out of my mouth and replaced them with a ball gag, I realised that I was really at his mercy and this time he didn’t even ask me to repeat my safeword. As if hearing my thoughts he said, “You won’t need your safe-word, so don’t worry.” He caressed my cheek that was now stretched out because of the ball gag. And no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t swallow which resulted in my saliva pooling in my mouth, threatening to drool out.

“You want this. You want them to watch you fall apart.” “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I’m shaking. Every inch of me is lit with anticipation and shame. And it turns me on more than I want to admit. He opens a black box beside the bench and pulls out a thin leather strap with a bright orange ball in the middle. “Open,” he orders. I hesitate for just a second, then part my lips. He fits the gag in place, the rubber resting between my teeth, and fastens it tight. “Breathe through your nose,” he says gently, almost like a reminder. “Snap your fingers three times for your safe word.”

I focused on my breathing, trying to steady it as he pushed himself further down my tongue and into my mouth. I felt the head of his cock move just past my teeth when the first gag came. I lurched, my body trying, and failing, to escape. “Tongue out!” he shouted and I quickly obeyed. “Barely an inch in and you’re already gagging. This is going to be a long night for you.” He placed his hands on the sides of my head, sharply grabbing my hair from the ponytail and holding my head in place. “Don’t worry, Sweetpea, I’ll go slow.” He pushed his cock back in my mouth and I gagged just as quickly as before.