Page 115 of Villainous Intent

“You’re going to be a good girl for me, Annie,” he commanded. “You’re going to take my cock all the way down your throat.” He dragged the head across my lower lip and I flicked my tongue out. I tasted myself on him, salt and sex. My mouth watered and I parted my lips, craving the fullness, but he held back, teasing me with the tip.

“Have you ever had your throat fucked?” he asked.

“No,” I rasped.

“Do you want me to fuck your throat?” he demanded. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head further until my scalp burned.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”. I wanted everything he was willing to do to me.

He stroked his cock over my bottom lip again. “Such a desperate thing,” he crooned. “A perfect, filthy mess, begging to choke on my cock. Open up and show me how deep you can take it.”

I opened my mouth, desperate to taste him. Cipher thrust forward, breaching my lips and filling my mouth with his length. He pushed deeper, hitting the very back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and made my eyes water. My chest heaved while I choked, but I refused to pull back. I wanted every inch of him.

He pulled back slowly, dragging the head along my tongue, resting it near the corner of my mouth. “That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re going to take it like my perfect little whore.”

I swallowed hard and adjusted my jaw. I knew how to suck cock, I was actually pretty decent at it if my past partners were any indication. I knew what I was doing. I paid close attention to the shift of Cipher’s hips, learning the exact cadence of his thrusts so I could steal breaths through my nose. He set the pace, and I matched it perfectly.

I kept my eyes locked on his face. He was a masterpiece of violence and power. Sweat slicked his chest, catching the red light of the room and highlighting every defined ridge of his torso. The bands of muscle across his abdomen flexed and coiled with every thrust. Veins stood out on his forearms as his hands gripped my head. The deep, shadowed V trailing beneath his waistline drew my attention, emphasizing the raw, masculine beauty of his movements. Watching him take his pleasure from my body was intoxicating. My pussy throbbed in time with his thrusts and fresh wetness dripped down my thighs.

His fingers twisted into my hair, the grip tightening painfully against my scalp. He angled my face exactly where he wanted it, leaving me no room to retreat.

“I’m going to come down your throat,” he groaned. “And you’re going to swallow every fucking drop, Annie.”

I moaned around his cock. I was more than ready to swallow him down. He drove his hips forward and the hot rush of his cum hit the back of my throat in searing pulses.

“Fuck,” he choked out, throwing his head back. “Your beautiful fucking mouth.”

I swallowed rhythmically, taking everything he gave me exactly how he commanded. When he finally pulled out, I slumped against the beam, gasping for air. My chest heaved, my lips parting to pull in desperate lungfuls of oxygen.

Cipher dropped to his knees right in front of me, framing my face with his hands. He leaned in and captured my mouth in a kiss.

I whimpered against his lips. The ache between my legs was agony. I was dying to come.

His hands left my face, grabbing the metal of the cuffs binding my wrists behind the pole. The metal shrieked and snapped under his grip as he broke the restraints with his bare hands and pulled me up into his arms.

He had us across the room in seconds and shoved me down on to the bed on my hands and knees. He didn’t waste any time before he drove his cock deep into me from behind. I screamed into the mattress as he fucked me. He rolled his hips with every thrust, grinding his pelvis against my ass. It felt too good. I spiraled as my inner muscles clenched hard around his length.

Then he fucking ripped himself out of me again.

My arms gave out and I collapsed against the bed, sobbing openly. My knees buckled as he hauled me backward off the mattress, but his hands locked under my arms, keeping me from hitting the floor.

“Please,” I babbled, the words tumbling out in a desperate, broken stream. “Cipher, please. I need it. Don’t stop. Let me come. I’ll do anything you want. Just fucking let me come.” I was incoherent, my pride obliterated. I craved everything he was doing to me, but the denial was torturous. “I ran because I was terrified,” I sobbed, my voice raspy from how hard he’d fucked my throat. “I was scared of how much I liked what you did to me. I wanted it too much. Please, Cipher, please.”

Cipher dragged me fully onto the bed, flipping me onto my back and caging me beneath him as he settled between my thighs. He pushed his cock inside me, agonizingly slow this time. I sobbed at the fullness. Every nerve ending in my body was frayed, overly sensitive and screaming for release. He started rolling his hips in a slow, grinding rhythm that made his pelvic bone press directly against my swollen clit with every forward motion.

I cried harder, my fingers digging into the dense musculature of his shoulders. I was going to come any second and if he pulled out now, the denial would genuinely kill me. I wouldn’t survive another empty drop.

He leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine.

“Come for me, Annie,” he commanded. “Shatter for me.”

I fell over the edge and screamed his name, my nails scoring down his back as my body convulsed around his cock. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through the climax, driving deep. The relentless stimulation pushed me straight into a second orgasm before the first even faded. I was vaguely aware of Cipher stiffening and filling me again as he came.

I screamed myself raw, floating in a profound, absolute pleasure I had never experienced before. He had broken me in the best possible way.

For the first time in my life, I let go.

He made me come, again and again.