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“Fuck you,” I hiss.
“Don’t tempt me, Snow,” he growls. Before I can think to respond, he’s shoving himself back into my mouth and doesn’t stop when he hits the back of my throat. “Swallow for me, dirty girl. Swallow my cock.”
I try to shake my head as my body heaves with the power of my choking. Panic grips me, and I shove at Elijah’s thighs with every bit of strength I can manage, but it doesn’t make a bit of difference. His grip on my head is firm and unwavering making it impossible to pull away to drag in a breath.
Elijah’s eyes remain locked with mine, the lust flaring in them should unsettle me further, but seeing as he threw himself in front of a bullet for me a few hours ago, it doesn’t seem like he wants me to choke to death.
I want to close my eyes to escape the depths of his eyes, but I can’t do it. Something tells me if I look away it’s only going to make him angrier, and right now I don’t think my throat can handle that.
“Swallow,” he demands.
The panic still claws at me, but I take comfort in the likelihood that he doesn’t want me to choke and die and force my body to relax. The grip I have on his thighs relaxes, my body molds into his hold, and I allow my throat to grant him access, swallowing heavily around his thick length.
“Good girl,” Elijah groans out in a sound that doesn’t even sound human. He holds himself there for a moment, his grip in my hair loosens slightly and his fingers brush through my hair.
I don’t want to like his praise, not when he’s actively depriving me of oxygen, but the low rumble in his chest and the small smile on his lips only make me want to please him.
Is that fucked up? Maybe it is, and hell, maybe it’s the start of Stockholm syndrome or whatever it’s called, but if I’m going to be stuck here indefinitely, I might as well sink into the feeling.
26
Elijah
I’ve imagined this moment a million different ways over the years. I’ve jacked off in the shower to the image of Snow on her knees, my cock so deep in her throat her nose touches my abs. I’ve thought about how hot and sweet her mouth would feel, and what it would be like to hold her head and fuck her face just the way I like it.
But I never imagined it would be like this. The warmth of her mouth is almost enough to bring me to my fucking knees. She fought it at first, and I’m just fucked up enough that I enjoyed every second she tried to escape her fate, but I saw the moment she made the decision to comply, and every moment since then has been so sweet. Even though I’m obsessed with her fire, her submission is all I’ve ever wanted, and when she hands her body over to me and relaxes into my hold, I can’t help but praise her.
I withdraw my cock from her throat and she gasps in heavy breaths. I didn’t intend for this to happen tonight, but I’m fucking glad it has. Snow needs to realize who’s in charge, she needs to understand her life is in my hands, and if she’s not going to get with the program, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.
I brush the head of my cock along her pouty lips, barely containing the need to shove myself back into her wet hole while she’s still trying to catch her breath. “You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, Snow. So fucking pretty,” I murmur, smearing the mixture of precum and her saliva across her cheek.
Conflict dances in the ice of her eyes. She doesn’t know if she should keep fighting or hand herself over completely, but what she needs to realize is that both options have the exact same outcome. She is mine, and I will take whatever I want, whenever I want from what belongs to me.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take my cum down your throat, Snowflake?”
She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles on the abused flesh for a moment, considering her options before nodding.
“Oh no, I’m going to need your words,” I tell her, barely keeping the smile from my lips as I resume rubbing my head across her lips. “Begme for my cum, Snow.”
A bead of precum gathers at the tip of my cock and I smear it across her plump bottom lip. Snow’s pink tongue darts out and gathers the salty treat despite the distaste in her eyes.
I groan at the sight. My sweet Snowflake looks like a fallen angel kneeling at my feet, but I want to hear her beg. I want the words on her lips so I can fuck them right out of her. I tighten my grip on her hair, tilting her head back until she’s forced to hold my gaze.
“No,” she whispers.
“Wrong answer, Snowflake,” I growl, crouching down in front of her until our eyes are at the same level. My grip moves to her chin and I hold her tight. “Do you want to try again?”
“I don’t want this.”
I chuckle, the sound more evil than I intend, but that’s exactly how the world sees me. Evil as the devil himself. With my free hand I reach between her legs and shove my fingers into her panties. Immediately, her legs press together trying to ward off my invasion, but she should know by now I’m stronger than her, and I’m going to take anything I want from her body. When my fingers brush through her folds, I find exactly what I was expecting. She’s fucking soaked. Her mind may be fighting me, but her body loves everything I’ve done to her. “See, I think that’s a lie, little Snowflake.” I pull my fingers from her soaking wet panties and hold them up in the dim moonlight coming through the window. Her juices glisten on my fingers and her cheeks turn the most delectable shade of pink. “Your sweet pussy is telling a different story to your pretty pink lips.”
Snow’s mouth drops open when she sees how wet she is, but immediately clamps it closed. She can’t defend what I’m showing her because I’m telling the truth. She’s not willing to admit it yet, but Snow wants me almost as badly as I want her.
“Either you beg for my cum, or you don’t come for a month.”
“You can’t do that,” Snow snaps.
I laugh. “I can and I will, Snowflake. I can do whatever the fuck I want, do you know why?” I pause for a moment as if I’m actually asking her. “Because I’m in charge here. You are mine. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. It all belongs to me, and I’m going to use you any way I please. If I don’t want you to come, you’re not going to come. It’s as simple as that.”
