Tormented

“Open your mouth,” he instructed.

“Why?”

“For the ball gag.”

She frowned. “Is that really necessary?”

“No,” he replied, “but it’ll be a pretty ornament on you.”

“But how am I going to say my safety word if I’m gagged?”

“You won’t need your safety word.”

“How can you be sure?”

“If you can take last night, you can handle this.”

He pressed the ball gag to her mouth. She pursed her lips, but then parted them without protest. He stuffed the ball into her mouth and secured the gag about her head, then adjusted the length of the chain linking the gag to the nipple clamps before clipping them to her nipples.

“I’ve got to prepare for my meeting now,” he told her. “Since you opted not to go, you can just hang out here for a while.”

She heard his footsteps retreat. The door closed. She was alone with the vibrator.

CHAPTER FOUR

As Ben dressed for his meeting, he kept an eye on his mobile, which had an app that displayed the feed from the video camera in the playroom. He could monitor Kimani this way and see her every squirm. She tugged at the cuffs and tried to wriggle away from the vibrator, but he had taped it securely.

Picking up the remote, he increased the intensity a little. She groaned and pulled harder at the cuffs. A good sub would know to take it, not try to escape her predicament.

After getting dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks, he went into the kitchen to pour himself more water and took a call from the lobbyist hired to provide political consulting on the waterfront development. Beth, an extremely slender woman of middle age, arrived during his call with a load of purchases that required the help of two assistants to bring up.

“You texted that you wanted clothes for a few days,” she explained when he had finished his call. “You didn’t specify what you did or didn’t need.”

“You didn’t have to clear out Monica’s store,” he said, alternating his gaze between Beth and checking on Kimani.

“She was happy to give you a variety of items. The hard part was getting this.” Beth pulled out a blue and gold Warriors t-shirt with a scoop neck. “I woke Greg up with my call. He opened the store in his pajamas.”

“Who’s Greg?”

“He’s the owner of the sporting goods store at the Ashton property. Good thing we didn’t raise his rent when his lease renewed, or he might not have been so accommodating.”

Ben looked over the many shopping bags and garment bags. “You certainly delivered.”

She smiled. “I have to say it was one of my more fun assignments.”

He didn’t usually like to involve employees in personal affairs, but he knew Beth could get the job done like no one else. And even though he could tell she would have liked an explanation for the shopping request, she knew better than to ask.

She did, however, glance around, perhaps hoping to spot the person she had shopped for. Ben wasn’t about to tell her that the intended recipient was tied up in his playroom with a vibrator jammed between her legs.

“Do you want me to lay everything out?”

“Sure.”

He checked on his app to see how Kimani was doing. When Beth was done, he said, “Thank you. That’s all I need for now.”

If she was disappointed, she hid it. “Are you coming by the office today?”

“Not likely.”