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Dietrich flashed a dark smile. “The show comes later,” he snarled, “just take it all off. Now.”
I took my time to steel my emotions while I undressed, slowly removing each garment and folding it over the back of one of the faded chairs in the room.
“Leave the garters and stockings on. Shoes too.” This was the Mueller I expected, the kinky son of a bitch who trafficked in humans of all kinds and all ages for all manner of disgusting deeds.
I left my shoes and stockings on and stood there, waiting for whatever came next. “Well?” I said, one hand on my hip.
He looked at me like I was a piece of meat. No, like I was worse than a piece of meat. Mueller looked at me like I was a sack of flesh meant for only one thing. Pleasure.
“On your knees, whore. Let’s see if that mouth is good for more than just talking shit.”
Two steps forward and I fell to my knees, cursing the existence of this motherfucker while I unleashed his cock from his pants, then his silk boxers. Using both hands, I stroked his cock, up and down and fast until he was hard because I’d done this enough times to know that sucking a flaccid cock was a fool’s errand.
He snapped, “I said use your fucking mouth,” and yanked my hair to force my eyes to meet his. “You want her dead, then you do what the fuck I tell you. Got it?”
I nodded and gave his cock a firm squeeze with one hand and took him in my mouth. Most women would just close their eyes and get it over with, but I wasn’t most women. I would never close my eyes while locked in a room with my enemy. It gave them an advantage I didn’t fucking appreciate, and if he tried anything, his cock was sandwiched between my teeth and my jaw, strong from a lifetime of grinning and fucking bearing it.
“Yeah, take that cock, whore. Take it all.”
I kept my gaze focused on his hate-filled face while I sucked Mueller off, never taking my eyes off him while he took his pleasure. His words were filled with vitriol, but it didn’t appear on his face.
His hips started to thrust, sending his cock deep down my throat. I refused to give him the satisfaction of choking on it. I learned a lot about men over the years, and a good gag reflex had come in handy more than once.
“Fuck!” he growled and grabbed my hair, staring down at me and shoving his cock deep down my throat like I was the worst fucking person in the world.
“I like you so much better like this, Sadie. Quiet. With your mouth full of my cock.” He thrust hard and deep, and I kept my throat open and blinked away the water gathering at the corners of my eyes.
My brows rose in a challenge, and Mueller’s glare hardened. Intensified.
“You wanna play games, bitch? Okay.” Without removing his cock from my mouth, Mueller walked forward, forcing me to move until I was no longer on my knees but my ass, my back up against the foot of the bed.
“I’m in charge now. Me.” He bent over, using one hand to trap me by my hair while the other gripped my forehead, either for leverage or humiliation, while he pounded into my throat. He held me in place while he fucked my throat, hard and deep, faster and faster as he got ready to unleash his load.
“Fuck, this mouth sounds so much better when it’s gagging on my cock.”
The way he held me down, the anger in his voice, the hate, it took me back to that moment under the bleachers, and while his cock scraped against my throat, I thought of nothing but his death. Taking his life and doing it slowly.
He pushed my head back so it rested on the edge of the bed so he could use my mouth like a pussy, pounding hard and deep without regard to my inability to breathe, without regard for the spit I choked on with every stroke.
“Oh fuck! You got the mouth of a whore,” he growled as those vinegar strokes took over. I swallowed, knowing he was close.
Knowing it was almost over.
He let out a loud, bitter laugh as he tore his cock from my throat. “I don’t think so, bitch.”
Damn, I was so close to ending him now.
Mueller glared down at me hard while he stroked his thick cock, and I knew what came next.
“Keep your eyes on me, or the deal is off. Got it?”
I nodded, watching as he stroked his cock faster and harder until a long stream of come erupted from him and landed on my face. All I could do is watch in silence because I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of flinching or frowning. I just took the load, noting the twisted look of satisfaction on Mueller’s face as I imagined peeling every inch of his skin off while he begged for mercy, and I gave him none.
