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Snow
Ibarely have enough time to take a breath before Elijah pulls us both off the bed and shoves me to my knees. The soft carpet scrapes across my bare legs and burns, but all I can focus on is the panic raging through my veins. He promised he wouldn’t violate me, he promised he would wait for me to beg him, but he lied. I don’t know what I expected from a man like Elijah. He’s a pathological liar and expecting him to be anything other than that is my own mistake.
When my eyes clash with his, the darkness behind the normally light green almost startles me. His hand moves to fist my hair, tugging the strands back painfully until I’m sure my scalp is bleeding with how raw it feels.
“You can’t expect to poke the bear and not get mauled, Snow,” Elijah says as he brings my face closer to his hard, veiny cock.
It’s bigger than any I’ve ever seen in the past, and I’m not entirely sure that’s a good thing. For one, if he shoves it in my mouth, which at this point seems like a given, he’s going to choke me. Two, if and when I relent and allow him into other parts of my body, it’s going to hurt, and not just the delightful little burn you have when you’re so full it takes your breath away. No, this thing is going to tear me in half.
“Elijah,” I whisper, half plea for mercy, half breathy moan for more.
My mind and body are clearly not on the same page. I should be kicking and screaming and doing anything I can to escape his grasp. But I’m not. I’m kneeling at his feet with his monster cock so close to my face his musky scent has my mouth watering. Yeah, my mind and body aren’t even in the same book anymore, let alone the same page.
“Open your mouth.”
As if my body has all the power here and my mind is just along for the ride, my mouth drops open of its own accord, and a moment later the broad head of his cock touches my lips. A bead of precum smooths across my bottom lip tearing an involuntary groan from my throat.
Elijah’s eyes flare with fire, my reaction to him exactly as he had hoped it would be. “You’re going to take everything I give you, Snow, and you’re going to do it without teeth. Do you understand?”
“Please.”
“Please, what? Please stop, or please fuck your mouth like I threatened?”
I push my legs together in the hope it will ease the ache between them, but all it does is cause my panties to brush across the wetness pooling there. How can I be so turned on and so scared at the same time?
“You don’t have to do this,” I whisper.
His head drops back and a loud chuckle fills the room. “Open your mouth, Snow.”
For a moment, I consider defying him, but what good will it do? I’m his prisoner and denying him tonight will only make the next time worse. I allow my jaw to relax and my mouth to drop open.
“See, you can be a good girl,” Elijah taunts a moment before his cock slips into my mouth, stopping any retort I may have had. He groans long and loud as he slides deeper until he hits the back of my throat and retreats slightly. He’s being surprisingly gentle so far, but I have a feeling it’s going to be short-lived. “Fuck,” he curses. “Your mouth is so fucking good. I knew it would be. I knew every single one of your tight holes would be its own paradise.”
His words make me press my legs together harder, needing any kind of relief I can get. Despite my mind screaming at my body that this is wrong and that he’s taking this without our full consent, the hussy is taking matters into her own hands and dripping for him.
“Is your little pussy aching for me?”
I stare up at him, his cock moving slowly between my lips as he guides my face where he wants me.
“I think it is,” Elijah taunts. “I think your cunt is aching for me to sink deep into your wetness. But not tonight. Tonight I’m going to teach this smart mouth a lesson.”
The gentle strokes of his cock quickly come to an end, and a moment later, his cock is battering the back of my throat in quick, sharp motions that are so at odds with how he treated me earlier.
His grip on my hair tightens as he thrusts between my lips, and my hands fly out to grip his thighs. Ever since I arrived here, I’ve tried to keep my distance, never touching him if I can help it, but right now, I need all the balance I can get.
My throat burns with each thrust, and hot tears run down my cheeks. The next time his cock hits the back of my throat, he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t retreat, instead he pushes forward, hitting my gag reflex and causing my entire body to lurch.
“Let me in, Snowflake. I want to fuck your pretty little throat.” Elijah grips my throat from the side, rubbing his fingers gently into the flesh as his cock surges forward again.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stamp down the panic of not being able to breathe brings on, but it doesn’t help.
“Open your fucking eyes, Snow. I want them on me as I fuck your face,” he snaps, and I focus back on him immediately. I’ve never been attracted to dominant men, probably because every man in my life has thought they could walk all over me, and I don’t want one to do that in the bedroom. But the more control Elijah pries from my hold, the more the ache between my thighs grows.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, making the image of Elijah above me blurry. I can’t tell where the tears from gagging end and the ones for my loss of freedom begin. We’re on a slippery slope now. First he takes a blow job. What part of my body is he going to take against my will next?
The hasty, irrational part of my brain screams at me to bite him, to make him hurt the same way he is me. But that will only cause me more pain in the long run. After all, Elijah holds all the cards.
The moment he pulls his cock from my mouth, I gasp for air, choking as I inhale a mixture of my own saliva and his sticky precum. Elijah grips the base of his manhood, squeezing as he runs the length across my tear-stained cheeks. “I don’t normally like seeing you cry, but when it’s for my cock, it only makes me harder.”
