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“Let me go.” I don’t want his help. I’d rather hit the floor.
“You don’t have to do this.”
I nod my head. “Yes, I do.”
I won’t let him punish me for not listening to him.
Arlo carefully lets me go as he tests to make sure that I can stand on my own.
I take my time, and as I slowly kneel in front of Arlo. It might look like a weakness, but it feels more like my strongest moment. Matteo wanted me to suck him. He thought I’d choose him, but I will never choose someone who forces me to do anything. I feel defiant and strong.
Sucking Arlo will do nothing to me. It means nothing to me. I’ve already fucked him. And, if I’m completely honest with myself, he has a good cock that I would love to taste and feel again, if it were my decision. On my terms. And if I didn’t have a husband waiting for me.
This is on my terms, I think.
Arlo didn’t ask for this. I can take something from him, just like he took something from me.
I undo the button on his gray slacks and then push them down over his hips. I grab his briefs and pull them down, too, trying to keep my balance as his cock springs free.
I smirk. It’s already hard.
He wants me.
I turn him on.
That’s power.
I just need to figure out the best way to use my power over the Carini men, and then maybe I’ll find my freedom.
I sway just a little, getting dizzy from being out of bed. I grab his hips for support to keep myself upright. I’m not strong enough to even kneel without having to hold myself up. But I’m not going to let the pain, bruises, or weakness stop me.
I take his cock into my mouth, and I’m rewarded with his groan.
I have the power.
I take him further in as I taste his pre-cum already dripping down my throat. I love the taste. I love the feel of his cock in my throat even though I hate him.
So wrong.
I suck him all the way in until his cock is deep in my throat, and I almost gag from the fullness in my mouth.
Arlo’s hand tangles in my hair, and his eyes roll back in his head.
I run my lips all the way back to his tip and then back to his base. I get into a rhythm, using only my lips and my tongue to suck his hard cock. I feel powerful with each grunt and groan. That I can make him feel this way with just my mouth.
Arlo is not a man who loses control easily, but with my mouth around his dick, he does.
He’s not thinking about what he’s doing. He’s not thinking about how his brother is watching him. Or that I’m nothing more than his slave who is getting him off. I’m not his lover or his friend. I’m a slave who will do anything to get free.
Even play with his mind. I’ll slash his throat in his sleep or shoot him straight in the heart in the daylight. I don’t care, but he’ll be dead along with most of his family by the time I leave here.
I move my lips faster, not letting his pleasure last longer than I want it to. I milk him until his warm cum pours deep into my throat.
When I finally release him, he looks shocked. I took something from him without asking, and it felt good. Even if the thing I took brought him immense pleasure, it was a start.
He lets go of my hair and quickly tucks himself back into his pants. I have to grab on to the floor to keep my balance.
Arlo angrily looks at me. “I just came to tell you that you’re safe. Enrico is out of town for the next month. You can leave Matteo’s room whenever you want. You’ll be safe.”
