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He drops his pants, takes hold of his cock, and presses it to my lips. I know to take him in. He saws in and out of my mouth for several minutes, pushing deeper. I brace myself for another gagging session, but it never comes.

Instead, he steps out of his pants and goes to kneel behind me on the bed. Reaching between my thighs, he caresses me. My body responds warmly and with more wetness. Life is so unfair. Why does he get to have everything he wants, including my body?

He rubs his cock along my wet folds, prodding at my clit till I’m crazy with need. I try to angle myself so that he slips inside of me. He spanks me. Maybe he doesn’t want me moving around like that, so I stop.

“What are you trying to do there, Priscilla?”

“I thought you might want to be inside,” I answer.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

He groans. “Say it again.”

“Yes, please,” I repeat. Desire flutters between my thighs, and it’s hard to stay still when I want him inside me so bad.

“Again,” he orders.

“Please, Sir.”

“Please what?”

“Please, um, fuck me.”

He pushes in, and I rejoice. My pussy grabs at him, wanting more.

Obliging, he buries himself to the hilt. “Like that?”

I groan. “Yes, Sir.”

Slowly he rocks his hips. “How badly?”

“Really bad, or real badly.”

I don’t even know the proper grammar. All I know is I need him to address the need swirling between my legs and in my belly. He slams into me. I cry out. His thrusts recede to a more gentle pace, but every once in a while, he shoves into me hard, knocking my shoulders into the headboard.

He checks in. “Still want it?”

“Yes.”

“You think you can take it harder?”

I don’t know, but I don’t think Iwantto. But what would a good sub do? Submit to it, I’m guessing. I equivocate, “Maybe.”

“Remember your safety word?”

“Red.”

“Use it if you need to.”

I don’t think I like the sound of that.

Ooof!

He definitely thrusts harder this time. My pulse picks up speed. He places a hand on my lower back, holding me still as he rocks his hips.

I cry out when he slams into me hard again. That did not feel good, and I’m not sure I want more. Should I use the safety word if he keeps doing this? Will I make a better impression if I don’t? It’s crazy that I’m even asking myself this. There’s no life manual that advises, if captured and threatened with death by a member of a triad, let him fuck you hard.

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