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“Listen to me,” Sam announces clearly. “You need to listen so you can learn.” Another circle from Lik and my body tightens again. “Had you opened the first time I asked, I would have simply put my thumb in your mouth.” Another circle, my hips lift off the bed. “Had you done it thesecondorthirdtime, I would have put my dick in there. Got it all nice and wet before I put it in that tight arse of yours.” My lungs heave from his words and Lik’s unstoppable movements.
My brain is screaming,so what now?!
“Now I have to teach you what happens when bad girls don’t do what they’re told.” He lets out a fake sigh.
Then I feel it, the silencer of his gun against my cheek…my lips. I shout something inaudible with his fingers in my mouth. It was meant to be ano.
I can’t attempt to say anything else now that the thick cylinder-shaped object is pushing inside my mouth. Fear grips my heart.Is this it? Is he going to kill me?
“Take it deep, baby,” he whispers to me. “Be a good slut.”
His fingers leave my mouth, now full of his gun. My tongue is flat against it, spit gathering at the corner of my lips. He pushes in with slow movements, deeper and deeper…and deeper. At this angle, my head upside down, it goes easily down my throat, making me retch much later than I usually would have.
Who knew a silencer was that long?
His fingers are tight in my hair, stopping me from twisting my head to the side. Lik doesn’t stop, and I moan against the weapon. I feel the front of the barrel against my lips as the realization that I have the entirety of the silencer in my mouth and down my throat kicks me into panic mode.
I struggle to get away as Sam goes up and down with his gun, his hard dick tight against his jeans.
Fuck, I can’t breathe.
He tuts me. “Stay.” My arms hurt from pulling, and my wrists are chaffed from the cuffs. Tears are running down from the corner of my eyes and onto my forehead. And yet, Lik still brings me pleasure. I’m so close to orgasm his next touch could be my undoing.
Only he stops.
I cry out, but Sam doesn’t relent. My body is shaking, unable to take the torture of leaving me so short of gratification. The discomfort and irritation in my throat are close to unbearable.
“Get it all nice and wet, baby.”
A sob rolls up, kept down my throat by the silencer.How ironic.
The metal is heavy, the taste of iron making me feel sick.
Sam notices the exact moment I can’t take it anymore, the precise second just before my body locks this down as a traumatic event I can’t ever come back from. I know it because he pulls the weapon away, letting my cries resonate loudly in the room.
It’s hard to take a breath. I taste blood at the back of my mouth as spit runs down my cheeks, sticking to my skin and mixing with the tears.
“Enough,” I rasp in a voice more broken than ever. I cough, spitting some more without intending to. I feel degraded to the point of no return, and the humiliation hurts too deep for me to attempt to say anything further.
“Shh.” His thumb spreads the spit on my face, bringing it back into my mouth and making me suck on it.
“Sam,” I choke out another cry when he pulls his thumb away. “Stop.”
“Do you understand now why you should listen the first time I order something?”
Eyes tightly shut, I give him one curt nod.
“That’s a good girl.” I barely have time to take another breath before the next order comes. “Spread your legs wide.”
A nudge from Lik helps me obey. He keeps them wide open, the sound of his needy breath loud in the room. Sam moves slightly above me, going toward Lik and back. I can’t see much more than that.
“This is a turning point in your life, Rose,” he tells me. “Because from now on, every time you try to find anyone else but me, you’ll remember none of them is capable of bringing you to the extremes you’re going to reach tonight.”
Something presses against my entrance, slowly pushing in. Hard, wet…
“Fuck,” I scream when I understand it’s the exact same object that was in my mouth a minute ago. “You’re fucking insane!”
Lik chuckles by my legs as he pushes the gun slightly more in, going in and out in tiny movements that bring me more pleasure than I dare to admit. “If only that was the craziest thing he’s ever done.”
