Page 77 of The Toy Maker
“I thought I told you to stay still.” I froze as soon as the words left his lips; the anticipation of his response was more than enough to break any will I had left.
Slowly, he released the cuffs and lifted the blindfold from my face. The sudden flood of light made me blink, disoriented, until Jason’s face came into focus. Strands of his dark hair fell lazily over his forehead, his sharp eyes watching me with something I couldn’t name.
My heart clenched at the sight, warmth curling through me despite everything.
His gaze dropped lower. “Lay on your stomach,” he instructed, “with your knees bent beside you.”
I hesitated for only a second before obeying, shifting into the position he demanded. My eyes widened as I realized just how exposed I was. There was nothing hidden from his view—nothing left for me to protect.
I followed his instructions and hesitantly put myself on display. My pussy was stretched out for his viewing pleasure while I struggled to keep my legs bent. I was ready to withdraw my earlier notion; this was certainly the most exposed pose someone could ever take.
Jason’s palm smoothed over my ass, warm and slow. My skin tingled, my body leaning into the touch, desperate for more.
Then he pulled away and slapped me.
A sharp gasp tore from my lips as the force sent a jolt through me. My legs snapped together instinctively.
“Do you need help keeping the position I told you to be in?” His voice was calm, too calm. The kind of calm that promised punishment if I didn’t fix myself.
I knew what he meant. Either I held still, or he’d make sure I had no choice.
The gag was removed, but instead of pleading, I took a risk.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well.” I heard him move to the rack, retrieving something before setting it between my feet. He spread my legsgently, fastening my ankles into another pair of cuffs. “Give me your hands.”
I wiggled my arms beneath me, waiting as he bound my wrists once again. Among my most obvious thoughts, there was an occasional,I wonder if he had to go to kink school for this shit, andIf there was a fire, could I Houdini my way out of these restraints?
Once he was done, I was left helpless,again. I had one thing on my mind, and it certainly wasn’t the girl who came charging into the room half-cocked.
I barely heard the door slam open.
“Jason, your sister is completely trashed.” I turned my head to see who intruded on what was clearly a very ‘intimate’ moment. All I could make out were her studded latex boots and netted stockings; I really had to get myself a pair of those.
“She’ll be fine,” he responded briskly, his fingers still playing with my clit as if the audience didn’t bother him at all. “I’m in the middle of something.”
God, I hoped he’d be in the middle of me soon.
“She’s locked herself in one of the cages we need for the show and won’t stop screaming theSesame Streettheme song at the top of her lungs,” the girl whined.
The horrid thought of him abandoning me twice in the same day crossed my mind and then an even worse thought, leaving me bound and without any windows to scurry out of. “Then I hope everyone has a pair of ear plugs with them,” he said dryly.
The girl had blown a gasket. “Stop playing with the whore and take care of your fucking family.” I mentally took note of how that was second time I had been referred to as a whore in one day. Normally, I’d be offended. But considering the position I was in, I couldn’t exactly argue.
“Get out,” Jason growled.
“Fine.” She huffed before bending down to my eye-level. Her red hair dangled sideways as she gave me the fakest smile I’d ever had the displeasure of receiving. “I hope he fucks your pretty little brains out.”
The door slammed shut, and silence followed.
At least she thought I was pretty.
I let out a slow breath, finding my voice. “People aren’t very friendly here, are they?”
Jason scoffed as he unfastened the cuffs. “We’re going to have to pick this up later.”
Disappointment curled in my stomach as I wobbled to my feet. As soon as I was steady, Jason was already at the door. My heart sank.
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