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I fold my hands behind me, and he wraps a belt around my wrists. Crouching down to eye level, he brushes his thumb over my wet lip, nudging it down. “Next time be better about restraining your words too.”
He reaches behind me and snatches his car keys from the nightstand, placing them in my restricted hands.
“These are your safewords tonight. I don’t want you speaking with your mouth full, and you’re not going to be able to tap me when your hands are all tied up. Instead of yellow, you jingle the keys. For red, you drop them on the floor. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Hmm... I wonder if he’s a daddy or sir kind of guy.That’s a stupid question.
“Yes, sir.”
“Look at you, using your manners.” He regards me with stormy eyes and I shiver. He takes the hair tie from earlier to swiftly braid my hair. I’m slightly annoyed, knowing he’s clearly had practice doing this with other women.
He leans down to my ear. “Before you get any doubts, I used to braid Anna’s hair before school. Wipe that sour look off your face.” He’s gottenreallygood at reading me.
It’s terrifying and oh-so thrilling.
He stands to his full height and pulls down his boxers just enough to give me access. I’m salivating.
“Lick.”
I can’t stop my smile as I stick my tongue out and lick him base to tip, paying extra attention to the crown, making sure I keep my eyes trained on his.
“Open.”
My lips part for him, and the keys dig into my palms when I clench them tight. He grabs my jaw and widens my mouth. He slides himself to the back of my throat and doesn’t stop. I stop short of a gag, I’ve been mentally preparing. When he pulls out of my throat, I take a big gulp of air. He cups my cheeks and enters my mouth again, moving me over his shaft. I moan around his length. The taste of his smooth, hard flesh makes me wet.
Every nerve ending seems to buzz with hypersensitivity. I’m so turned on by this man taking control of me. He’s using me and doing whatever the fuck he wants. It’s exhilarating to experience the things he wants to do.
His pace quickens, and he grips the nape of my neck, thrusting himself down my throat. My eyes grow wide, tears building in the corners.Fuuuuuck.I delight in the helplessness of it all. When I reach the base, he holds me there. My throat wants to reject him, but I concentrate on relaxing my muscles. The oxygen is burning up, my brain says to jingle the keys, but I don’t want to. Not yet. He pulls out and rubs my swollen lips with the crown. I pant, saliva still strung between us.
“So lovely.”
I groan for more, and he gives me a soft slap on the cheek. My mouth goes slack in surprise, and he gives me what I want. The way he grabs and urges himself into me is delicious. I moan again.
“Does it feel good to be used?”
I whimper in response.It feels so fucking good.
“Like a mindless plaything, obeying and pleasuring me while I ignore your whining. I bet that soft pussy is so wet right now.”
You have no idea.
“You look so innocent with those big angel eyes. Tell me why a good girl like you loves to be used and degraded.” He fucks my mouth harder with tears streaking down my face.Goddamn.It’s such a gentle, trickling sensation in comparison to the punishment he’s giving me.
The ache between my legs grows. I squeeze my thighs together and wiggle my ass, trying to grind on the pillow under me. I need it so bad. Just when I get purchase and feel the friction against my clit, he pulls out and gives me another gentle smack on my face before gripping my jaw and rubbing his thumb over the sting. He bends over and roughly tilts my face up.
“Knock it off,” he growls. “You don’t get to come. You’re here to give me what I want and do what I say. And right now, you’re going to gag on my cock like a good little slut until I’m done with you.”
Holy shit. I never want to top again.My heartbeat surges in my ears. He continues pushing down my throat. My eyes shut tight as I focus on taking him.
“Don’t close your eyes, those tears belong to me.”
I bring my gaze to his, and he bites his lower lip. I’m powerless here.Unless I drop my keys, that is. Do I want to drop the keys?Not yet.
His pace slows to a crawl, propelling me to the edge of choking with each slow advance. It’s easier when he’s fucking my face. It’s rhythmic, I can anticipate what’s happening. But when it’s this slow, there’s fewer breaks for air, and it’s harder to know when I’ll get oxygen again. The curiosity in his eyes dances as he sees how my body reacts to this new tempo. My spit coats him, but he’s so mouthwatering excess dribbles out of the corner of my mouth. He pulls out, and I cough. He repeats the process. It’s delicious torture.
