I push harder on her throat, letting her know I’m the one with control now. I want her to know she’s nothing to me. It doesn't matter if it’s a lie. I want her to feel what I felt—that her life is in my hands, and if I squeeze a little more, she’ll be dead by those same hands.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab my black leather wallet, pull out five hundred dollars and toss it toward her face while I straddle her.
“This is enough for a blow job? I assume the rates around here are steeper than the Bronx. Or maybe not, you tell me.”
“Fuck you,” she squeaks, her voice strained under the force of my hand.
“Nah, baby doll. You’ve fucked me enough in my life. It’s time, I fuck you.”
Kat vexes me and consumes me, and while I’d take a bullet for her, I’d also cut out and eat her still-beating heart. I oscillate between two extremes with this woman, love and hate, violence and peace, like it’s a matter of life and death.
“Why don’t you show me what a good little cocksucker you’ve grown up to be?”
I move up her body, my massive erection gripped in my hand. When I reach her neck, I yank her head forward with my free hand and trace her mouth with the head of my dick so precum wets her full lips like a gloss. “Good little rich slut. Show me what you can do for me.”
“Heath,” she croaks before I shove my cock into her mouth.
I don’t know if I expect a fight, but what I don’t expect is an incredible fucking blow job. Kat sucks with a hunger unlike anything I’ve ever known, swallowing the length of me down like a pornstar pro, both hands gripping my shaft, tugging my balls. She gags on my length but doesn’t back up, bobbing up and down until strings of saliva slide down her chin. I couldbust a nut from a single touch, and I did not expect this level of expertise.Fuck.
Hell, I don’t know what Kat has been up to, but Jesus, I’ll come faster than I did the first time she let me put my hand in her panties.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and I yank her hair, forcing her to open them and look at me. “Eyes on me. You don’t look at or think of anything but me, Kat. It’s my cock fucking your mouth. Mine. I know you’re a cock-slut, but I need you to focus on me.”
She nods her head on my dick and looks up at me. I surge with power and control, but at the same time worry if I’m doing the wrong thing. I don’t want to scare her or hurt her in any way.
“I’ll make you feel good, baby, don’t worry. But first, I need to own you. Make sure you know who the fuck hasalwaysowned you. I can treat you nice, Princess, or like a dirty whore. Either way, I’ll make you mine. MINE. Understood?”
Kat tries to lift her head, but I hold her down by the throat. She doesn’t get to come up for air. If she wants to drown so badly, I’ll suffocate her on my cock, so she can understand a bit of the misery I’ve felt during our separation. So she gets an idea of the desperation you go through when you’ve got no place to run. I went to hell because of Kat. and now I want to give her a spoonful of her own medicine.
Her hands move to my chest in desperation. She tries to push me off her, but she’s not with the man she knew; she’s now facing the monster she made. The beast who doesn’t care what she wants, the dark side of me that wants to punish her, hurt, and humiliate her the way she did me.
“You sound so good when you struggle with my cock in your mouth. Finally, you’re worth something, Kat. That’s all you were ever good for, a wet hole to fuck.”
My cock jerks in her mouth with my dirty talk, and she moans in protest. Maybe she can’t breathe, but I don’t care.
You care, you liar.
The rational part of my brain whispers to me, but it’s quieted by the roar of the beast. Kat can’t be mine if I hold her on a pedestal. She has to drop to my level first, fall to pieces before I pick her up and make her whole again.
She tries to talk, and I take the opportunity to shove my balls in her mouth. “Smart mouths always have more room than you think.”
Her coughing and gagging don’t make me stop. I’m not sure anything would at this point. But I know Kat, if she truly wanted me off her, she’d have bitten my dick.
Would she? You don’t know what she’s been through.
A voice in the back of my mind speaks, and I’m transported to the scene of her splayed on the beach, that animal on top of her, and her painfully quiet pleas for him to stop.
“Fuck,” I roar. I scramble off her so quickly that I almost fall off the bed. I pull my pants up over my erection and turn away from her. “Get the fuck out.”
“Why?” she asks, her voice low, barely a whisper.
“I don’t want to be like them. Get the fuck out before I change my mind.”
My eyes shut, and all I can focus on is the sound of her ragged breathing. A soft lament that falls from her lips, a cry that sounds like a low fog horn, a ship wanting safety in the turbulent night. A sound is so haunting, so desolate, that if it doesn’t stop soon, I’ll lose my mind and tear my fucking hair out.
“GET-THE-FUCK-OUT!” I rage.
My raised voice has the effect I want. Her footsteps move rapidly on the hardwood floor, and she opens the bedroom door.
