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"I’m not a toy!” The sharpness in my tone surprises even me, and I hate the reasons clawing at my mind. Maybe it’s my growing apprehension. Or maybe it’s because I hate being just a toy to him. “Not a toy. My fucking toy.” He tweaks my nipple, pulling a grunt from me as he moves, removing his pants, and then he sits on the pillow, his thighs caging my head. Blood drips from his wound onto my forehead, but he doesn’t even flinch, like it’s the least of his concerns. “You’ll be punished for disobeying simple orders, Carson.” “Fuck you⁠—” He forces his cock all the way to the back of my throat. I choke, my eyes wide, my heart pounding with pure, desperate instinct. I pull at the ropes, trying to shove him off, but they only bite deeper into my wrists. “The next time you think about being naked with someone else, I want you to remember the punishment waiting for you.” He holds his cock there at the back of my throat until I think he’ll choke me to death. “I don’t share what’s mine, and you