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"Look around the room," Dexter suggests, and I follow his gaze, taking a long look at everyone else in the place.
All the guys are staring at me, their eyes hungry to see my degradation unfold. The girls, Araminta and Coco Rose, look a little bored by now, though they're still exchanging amused glances at the sight of my misfortune.
"Good girl," Dexter goes on, and I hate how warm the words make my frozen heart feel. "Now attention back here. You wanna suck it?"
I'm about to bite back a reply when he grabs his cock by the base, forcing me to look at it bounce.
"You do, don't you?" he asks softly. "You're fucking desperate to taste it, aren't you, little toy?"
"N-No," I manage to get out, glaring at him. "Fuck you."
"Patience. Open those pretty lips. I want to see if I'm getting what I was promised."
He forces my lips open with his thumb, and a moment later, his engorged cock replaces the finger in my mouth. I gasp, but it only serves to force his tip in deeper. I'm choking, but he doesn't seem to care. He merely chuckles, caressing my hair with his free hand while the other holds down the back of my neck, making sure I can't move back.
"Suck," he instructs me. "I want to see those pretty cheeks hollowing out when you take me."
I struggle, but he's insistent, holding me down on his cock until his hips start to fuck the fight right out of my mouth. He moves slowly, but with intent, filling my mouth to the brim again and again.
I know I'm about to start crying, and I hate myself for it - but not as much as I hate Dexter motherfucking Booth.
“Oh, you poor little thing,” he mutters, running his fingers over my cheeks and dipping his fingertips into the tears slipping down my face. “You really thought I was going to go gentle on you, didn’t you?”
I want to tell him to go fuck himself, but my mouth's full and my words come out messy, barely audible. He laughs in my face.
"You're not really doing anything, toy," he reminds me. "I want you to fucking suck. You don't want to find out how I'm going to punish you if you don't. Got it?"
I fucking hate him with a fiery passion.
But I find myself nodding helplessly nonetheless. What fucking choice do I have? Either I do as he says or he forces me to do it. At least the first option won't hurt as much.
I lower my mouth on his cock, taking in inch after inch of his swollen manhood. He grips me by the neck, groaning loudly when he hits a wall inside my mouth. I'm about to retch, but I force myself to stay down, my eyes fluttering open and closed as he vibrates deep inside my throat.
"Well, this feels promising," Dexter mutters under his breath, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Where did you learn how to do that, toy?"
I want to scream at him, but I know it won't help much. Instead, he pulls on my hair, forcing me up and down his cock until I feel my now exposed pussy dripping between my legs. Holy shit, he's doing this to me with his cock in my mouth only. What the fuck is going to happen once he actually gets to fuck me?
I choke on his cock, and spit dribbles down my chin to Dexter's amusement. My eyes flit to Lai, finding him with his hand firmly placed over his cock, touching his throbbing length to the sight of me. My pussy leaks at the thought of being watched by all of them. I'm getting turned on, and I'm afraid there's no way I can hide it any longer.
"Take it," Dexter demands, pushing his powerful hips against me. "Fucking take the whole thing."
I choke again, moving back and spitting on his cock, coughs racking my body as he watches me, jerking the length of his engorged cock.
"Pathetic, toy," he tells me. "You were so promising in the beginning. What happened?"
"Make her work for it harder," Lai suggests. "She's not struggling enough, if you ask me."
"I didn't," Dexter reminds him. "And I play with my toy the way I want to."
"It's no fun if you break her before everyone else gets a turn," Julian adds cruelly. "We're all going to want a piece of her, so don't you go ruining her before we've had a go."
"That's up to me, not you," Dex barks at him, and my shoulders sag with relief.
I can handle one of them, but if they all start ganging up on me, I'm as good as done.
"You're a very bad cocksucker," Dexter goes on, addressing me.
His tone is gentle, but his words aren't, and as his fingers wrap around my chin, I realize he isn't nearly done with me yet.
