“You’ve been a good sub for me, Pet.” Master G folded his arms. “Very good.”
Nadia fought the urge to squirm under his appraisal. His dark eyes didn’t shine the way they did when they played any other time. No, something had changed between them. His words sounded happy, but his expression revealed nothing. She bit down hard on the o-ring gag and returned her gaze to the floor.
“Hands.” Master G waved his fingers. “Now.”
She did as told, offering her wrists to him. Master G tugged her arms over her head and secured the cuffs to the hook above her head. She stretched to balance on her toes.
Instead of his normal routine of touching her breasts or pussy, he withdrew a thick red ribbon from his pocket. They’d never discussed ribbon play, not that she minded. She enjoyed having her breasts bound. Hell, she liked being bound and left to anticipate when he’d return.
Master G wrapped the thick ribbon around her breasts in a figure-eight form, then tied the loose ends in the middle. He stepped back, folded his arms and nodded.
“Pet, I don’t know how else to say this, so I’ll be blunt. I’m gifting you to someone else. I’ve enjoyed our playtime, but you need more than I can offer.”
Her mind reeled. She needed more? What the fuck? When they played, per the agreement, she got what she wanted-stress relief and orgasms. He got what he wanted-a willing, quiet submissive. How was this not working for him? The asshole. She gritted her teeth on the o-ring gag. And who the hell was he to gift her to someone else?
“Pet, you’ve done well, but I think Master S will suit you better.” He nodded to her once, then folded his hands behind his back and strolled out of the playroom.
Frustration and embarrassment spiraled through her veins. The rat bastard had the nerve to walk away from her, fine, but then he left her bound for the next guy? Jesus.