against the drawer so it closes.
"Is that all?" Christian looks amused.
"No..." I pull open the fourth drawer to be confounded by a mass of leather and straps. I tug at one of the straps... it appears to be attached to a ball.
"Ball gag. To keep you quiet," says Christian, amused once more.
"Soft limit," I mutter.
"I remember," he says. "But you can still breathe. Your teeth clamp over the ball." Taking it from me, he replicates a mouth clamping down on the ball with his fingers.
"Have you worn one of these?" I ask.
He stills and gazes down at me. "Yes."
"To mask your screams?