Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) by Lila Dubois Read Free Book Online Page A

them—Doms always seemed to have all the answers. What he’d learned was the best anyone could do was react to them, possibly map patterns of known actions and satisfactory reactions. Learning to handle women sexually had morphed him into an acceptable dating companion too, giving him the best of both worlds, and ample opportunity to know what he liked in women. This woman was exactly what he liked—she was like the strong, confident, slightly edgy women he usually dated, and he was seeing hints of the naughty, playful, super-sexy women he liked to top.
    Lane hid his delight in her and crossed his arms. “Stand up, spread your legs.”
    “I would, if you weren’t such a cock tease.”
    Lane raised a brow. “With a mouth like that, I think I want you gagged.”
    “Fine.”
    Damn. He hadn’t actually wanted to gag her. It would have to be something harsh, so she’d do anything to avoid it in the future.
    Lane’s personal toy collection, plus a few he’d had the production buy, was stashed in a dresser and trunk on the other side of the bed. He opened the top drawer and selected a studded black strap with a mouthpiece mounted on one side. Along with the mouthpiece there was an inflatable ball gag. As it was pumped up the heavy rubber balloon filled the sub’s mouth, pushing back her tongue and forcing the jaw open. Straps around the back and top of the head held it in place.
    As harsh as it was, Lane got hard thinking about using it on Addie, imagining her eyes getting wide as he pumped the ball up inside her mouth.
    Focusing on that image, he grabbed the accompanying pump and returned to the sexually frustrated and petulant submissive-in-training.
     
    Addie was already regretting not simply going along with Lane’s order to stand. Now that she’d calmed down, logic said that if she did what he said it was likely that he’d touch her again, and probably this time he’d let her orgasm.
    The immediate frustration of not coming had faded and she had to admit that the dull ache of her continued arousal felt somewhat good. Lane knew what he was talking about, after all.
    Despite this, she didn’t want to just say she was sorry and she’d changed her mind. She had her pride; besides, she didn’t want him to think that petty little threats like gags scared her. She’d had one shaped like a horse’s bit for the lingerie shoot. It had been uncomfortable and a little weird, but not terrible.
    Lane came back with a heavy oval of black leather with lots of dangling straps and a little hand pump—the kind attached to blood pressure cuffs.
    “Open your mouth.”
    Addie parted her lips and let him fit the rubber mouthpiece around her teeth. It held her teeth apart slightly and made her feel as if she were at the dentist. It was attached to the oval of leather, which now pressed against her lips, cheeks and chin.
    Lane fastened the straps around the back of her neck, under her hair, and then at the top of her head.
    With each tug against her face, Addie felt a little sizzle of panic—and arousal. She looked up at Lane, who tipped her face up with a hand under her chin.
    “I want you to remember that you asked for this.”
    He took the pump and attached it to the piece over her face. With the first squeeze something popped out of the mouthpiece and touched her tongue. Pump by pump it expanded, filling her mouth.
    Addie couldn’t believe it, that this thing in her mouth was filling her cheeks, pushing her jaw down until the straps dug into her face. She tried to shake her head but Lane held her jaw tight in his hands.
    She brought up her hands to stop him but he barked, “Hands down,” and she dropped them.
    Lane’s face was a mask, emotionless and unreadable. She’d made a mistake, a terrible mistake. She didn’t want this thing in her mouth. Tears filled her eyes.
    Lane stopped and disconnected the pump. “You’ll remain gagged until I think you’re ready to have it out. I would have preferred not to do this