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My body betrayed me, just as it had with him before.
“If I touch you,” he said, “will you cum for me?” A soft fingertip brushed against my ass and I bit my lip to keep a sound from escaping. He didn't deserve to be wanted like this. He didn’t deserve to have me in a puddle beneath him. But fuck, I was no match for him.
Except, I wouldn’t beg. I was stronger than that. I would fight to the last second if it meant humbling Yuri Zaragoza. Did he bring me in here to punish me? Fine. Slice me, beat me, be cruel to me– anything was better than this all-consuming lust.
Without a word, he appeared in front of me again. “Open your mouth,” he ordered.
I shook my head.
His thumb brushed against my lower lip slowly while he turned the knife in his other hand. When I still didn’t open my mouth, he lifted the knife and pointed it directly at me. “Open.”
Fear twisted in my gut as my lips parted.
“Stick out your tongue.” His words were clipped and cruel, his eyes narrowed in on my mouth.
“Yuri…”
“Now.”
I balled my hands into fists against the chair in an unsuccessful attempt to stop trembling. The knife stayed put, even as my tongue darted out slowly before him.
“This mouth gets you in trouble, little Darya. How should I punish you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, realizing he’d already figured out exactly how to punish me. He was going to cut out my tongue— that way I never mouthed off to him again. I braced for the pain as a hot tear leaked down my cheek and the first taste of metal hit the tip of my tongue. It was a quick prick, a sharp sting before the metal was gone. In the instant that the blade clattered to the ground, warmth crashed against my lips and Yuri’s sweet taste was everything.
“Fuck,” he growled against my mouth. His tongue urged for entry until his slick muscle was lapping at the spot that stung. His taste mixed with the taste of blood, and only then did I realize my mouth was filling with it, the crimson liquid beginning to drip from our kiss. He devoured me. And the pulsating heat between my legs began to drip just the same.
When he pulled away and my eyes finally cracked open, his lips were covered in blood. He ran a thumb across the liquid and made a show of sucking it clean. “Another taste and still,” a hateful smile appeared, “nothing.”
I wanted to scream at him, beg him to take me back to my cell. If I was nothing to him, why didn’t he just leave me to rot until my father held up his end of the deal? Why torment me if I’m nothing?
But I didn’t dare open my blood-stained mouth. I wouldn’t risk him picking up that knife again, the one that sat in the corner of my vision like the threat he wanted it to.
“Mmm, without hearing your voice, your body is doing all the talking.”
His hands dipped low, and he unbuttoned his pants, letting his swollen cock spring free. My eyes widened and he fisted it again, stroking up and down with his eyes trained on me.
“Open,” he ordered again.
This time, I didn’t disobey him.
He stepped forward and rubbed his thick head across my lips. He was hot and so impossibly hard. A grunt escaped from his lips, and he pressed forward, sliding his length further into my mouth until it stroked against the cut on my tongue.
“Take me into that filthy mouth,” he groaned.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my body thrumming with need and fear. The two feelings fought for dominance as he thrust forward, bumping against my throat as his hand came down to grip the back of my neck. I squirmed in my shackles, panic settling in from his thickness invading my mouth, but my pussy throbbed from his drawn-out moan. His cock jerked in my mouth, and he pulled out quickly, his eyes crazed and his cock covered in saliva and blood.
“Look at the mess you made, cariño.” He stroked himself again. I licked my lips when he stepped forward, his hand tangling into the hair at my nape. “Take your punishment like a good girl.”
His hips thrust hard this time, slipping his cock through my wet lips and pounding deeper each time. Tears fell as he pumped into my mouth– one hand held me steady by the hair, and the other caressed my tear-stained cheeks. It was callous and romantic like he wanted to shatter me into pieces and then take the time to put me back together.
He fucked my mouth until we were both out of breath and his grunts had grown rabid. When he pulled out, he looked down at me with a hunger in his eyes that made me sizzle.
“You’re sucking my cock like you like the taste. I don’t think this is punishment for you at all…” he trailed off.
He slipped behind me, and I let my head drop, unable to hold myself strong any longer. My knees ached, and the tip of my tongue flamed, but neither compared to the drumbeat that consumed my chest. The emotional pain— the one he was most proud to inflict. This was all about putting me back in my place, reminding me just how small I was, that at the end of the day we were nothing more than means to an end.
I sucked in a breath when his finger dragged through my wet folds. “You can’t help yourself, can you cariño? Should I continue punishment, or should I fuck you right here?”
