I would let him humiliate me. I would let him write on me with a fucking Sharpie at this point. I needed him.
I begged again, nearly whimpering. “Please, Aureo.”
He moaned as he spread his legs slightly, cocking his head and tipping his head up. If he weren’t wearing a mask, I’d assume the cruelest of smirks would be on his face, even as he made more room for me. “Please,what? Huh? Didn’t you want to be a brat and call the shots? What are you begging for then, hmm? Does that slutty mouth even have a purpose?”
“You. This. Fuck, I don’tknow.”
A deep laugh left his mouth, ending in a groan as he tightened his fist around his cock. The slick sounds made my face blush a bright red. Watching him jerk off while I was sitting right here, ready to use, was humiliating in a way that I didn’t know was possible. A flit of emotions went through me. Rejection, arousal, fear, but most of all—desperate aches. “Aw, poor wee lamb doesn’t know what she wants,” he said as he grabbed my hair in a firm grip, yanking forcefully. “From how you’ve acted, I should just finish on your pretty face and go home. Leave you to finish yourself off. Know that you’d see my face when you play in between your legs tonight. Chasing what I denied you of.”
Outrage filled me with the threat and I yanked against his hold, fighting the whimper it wanted to create deep in my throat. He was one ofthoseguys. “You wouldn’t be the first, dickweed,” I spit. “Do you need to hear stories of all the men who sucked? Should I add you to the roster list? Like you would even know how to make a girl come, anyway. You probably wouldn’t be able to tell the clit from the asshole if you tried,little boy.”
Suddenly, the air from my throat was restricted even more, the belt tightening in response to my crude words. His other tore at my hair and I nearly felt a vein pop in my head from the mixture. Icouldn’t even gasp. Air strangled in my chest, stagnant. Aureo tightened the buckle, his cock forgotten about, up until I was genuinely terrified of choking on my own lungs.
It was maddening, having so little control.
And yet my pussy ached wildly for more.
I pulled at the belt around my throat wildly, scratching my own throat with my nails in my attempt to escape, only to have both of my hands captured in one firm, bruising grip and raised above my head.
Jesus,fuck. My father was going to find me dead in the morning, all over needing one of his rider’s cock.
Shame burned me.
Fear lit me aflame.
“The more you struggle, the more you are convincing your brain to panic. Stop, baby girl. You’re fine,” Aureo said, his voice softer than it had been the past hour as he urged me to be still.
Slowly, seconds burning into minutes, I convinced my body to accept the harsh change. My breaths were shallow, body trembling.
Even as I knew that I was properlydripping.
“That’s it,” he said again. “That’s my good, dirty girl. I told you to behave, and you didn’t. This is what happens to brats. Brats get punished. They get punished until they’re raw and choking. Do you wantto behave yet? This can be so much better for you if you do.”
“Fuck,” I panted out, “you.”
Wrong answer.
He stood abruptly, towering over my kneeled frame, and I watched as his cock bobbed from the motion. His face twisted in a mix of anger and lust, and from that angle, his twelve o'clock shadow contrasted darkly against his light skin.
He looked more sinister than ever.
I had never wanted to take a picture of a man more than I did right then.
My face was directly in front of his hard length, nearly pointed at me, still wet with my drool. Conflicting emotions aside, my mouth filled with drool from the sight.
“Suck,” he ordered.
My lungs still hurt from how badly I wanted air. Fuck this. I still couldn’t even breathe, but he wanted me to suck his dick? I shook my head.
“I’m giving you a choice, Phoebe. Don’t make me take that away from you.”
I pulled his own trick against him, saying nothing. Silent treatment.
He glowered at me. I couldn’t tell if the dancing in his eyes was a trick of the lights still movingaround us or if he was truly another variation, sinful and daunting, of the man I had known all of these years.
Seconds passed.
“Pinch my leg twice, with all of your strength, if you can’t handle this. That is your new safe action since you won’t be able to talk,” he murmured. He gripped me by the front of the suffocating leather, tugged me forward, forcing it to choke me once more, and shoved the first few inches of his cock into my mouth.
