Talkative. Thats what you were as you constantly blabbered to your boyfriend.

Keegan had already told you once to keep quiet, threatening you with tape over your mouth, but of course you didnt listen and he told you again. "Dont make me put a damn muzzle on you." He said. You thought he was joking because where the hell was he gonna get a muzzle from?

But now you find yourself being manhandled against the bed by Keegan, having a random muzzle tightly strapped to your face, hands tied behind your back by his belt. "Not so talkative now are you?" He mused, arms crossed over his chest with his eyes staring down at you.