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"Or you may choose one to go home with." He had the straps halfway down my upper arms. Now the cups lowered, exposing my pebbled nipples.
I licked my lips while in thought, also fighting the urge to cover myself. It seemed too easy, but he would know I didn’t trust him and that I knew to reject the offer. To agree to his bluff could be personal redemption for my cold refusal to save my family.
Armon already had his hands cupping my breasts. "What do you want to do, Sweet One?" His length pressed hard against my stomach.
I looked at the people. Suck his dick and save them? I didn't know how bad they were to have been brought here. I did know that, whether now or on the ride back, Armon’s excessive length would be in my mouth for everyone with him to see.
He grinned as I reached my decision; somehow certain of what I would do. "Good girl." His hand already found its place at the back of my head, guiding me onto my knees. "I knew you were mine."
Chapter Thirteen
Once I’d lowered to the floor, I reached to his pants and yanked them unclasped. I wouldn’t make this sultry or cater to his ego.
"Look at me while you do it." His splayed hand massaged my scalp.
I yielded, looking up to his conceited expression as I freed his eager cock from his trousers. I didn’t bother with gentleness for this man.
His chest swelled with a deep breath. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."
He couldn't have wanted it for more than a few days, yet he acted as though he’d desired his dick sucked by me for a lifetime. His stare paid me undivided interest as I opened my mouth and leaned forward to receive him.
The moment my lips were around his length, a victorious groan escaped him. My eyes flicked to the onlookers. Did they know this was for their survival?
"Look at me, Sweet. I don't want you to give those rapists and mutilators a thought." And what was he? His grip on my head pressed so I would take him deeper. In a way, I loved how his attention remained on me. The way he hummed his approval had me eager to please him. That was what kept my mind off the humiliation I had to endure. Lie to myself in the moment. I wouldn’t actually enjoy this without forcing myself to, would I?
He took his time, his manhood pressing to the back of my throat with each rock of his hips. "Touch yourself. Show these bastards how much you love being owned by their enemy."
I didn’t obey that order. That would worsen the disgust I felt for my body’s reaction to him.
His grip tightened, and he pushed into my throat, nearly gagging me. "Bring it so my shy little Sweet doesn't have to embarrass herself," Armon said, nodding to someone. Both his hands now tangled in my hair. "Don't worry, I won't make you go without pleasure." Should I be thankful for him not forcing me to touch myself? Was it a trick?
Cade came and knelt beside me with a loudly rattling wand vibrator. I'd seen one of those large things taped to Katya before. A few times, I removed it and let the battery drain out. My father was none the wiser. Now Armon wanted to do that to me? For what? Not touching myself?
I couldn't protest with Armon’s control of my head when Cade had it pressed to my core, already sending the agitating vibrations against me. At least it wasn’t near as powerful as what had been used on Katya.
“Careful with your teeth, or I will assume you changed your mind about these people’s survival.” Armon's hands held a firm grip to my head as he slowly continued his in-and-out that went deeper into my throat.
Enjoy the humiliation; that’s what I told myself. I needed to do this to save their lives. Help these people and do what I didn’t do for Katya. No matter the cost, I could right my wrongs and save them. Not that it would help my predicament, but it would be my penance.
The rip of duct tape sounded from Cade’s direction, then it stuck to my stomach over the end of the wand. Several strips were torn off and placed to keep the vibrator torturously rattling against me.
It was too uncomfortable for me to do anything more than glare up at Armon as I did as ordered. Yet his wanting expression made my resentment hard to maintain. The gray eyes that loved the sight had my anger fleeting.
"That's right, my good girl, you've earned this pleasure." In and out, further into my throat to the point he obstructed my breath. So slow it set the beat for when I got to exhale, but the powerful jolting at my core felt worse than his control to my breathing.
"You let me know if you change your mind and want to kill them." That fucking prick and his choices. Any ability I’d gained to alter my state of mind came roaring back. Not that my mouth was readily able to complain or tell him how much I hated him. I'd managed this far. At this point, I wouldn't let him win, no matter how uncomfortable. I could handle it until Armon would find release. It wouldn’t be that much longer.
I attempted to speed my movements to make him cum faster, but he strengthened his grip so I couldn't move my head.
“Slow down, I want this to last all night, Sweet,” he cooed. “Stimulate her breasts for her. She doesn't look like she's having enough fun.” He smirked down to me.
Cade was behind me, wrapping his arms around me to hold my right breast in an uncomfortable grip. The asshole seemed to delight in my suffering more than Armon did. Next came the painful pinch that had an involuntary cry silenced from the thrust of Armon's cock. Then Cade did the same with my left, the clawed clamp equally as painful.
“Careful with those teeth,” Armon said. If I wanted this to be my win, I had to maintain control of my mouth. Every thrust made that harder.
Tears began to stream from the corners of my eyes from all the stimulation. And to be even more cruel, Armon had begun moving at a snail's pace. He must have been relishing every moment of this.
I'd always tried to help his sister to the best of my abilities, yet this was the reward I got for it. Even though she never appreciated a thing I did for her, I still helped her. Now, I regretted every kindness. I regretted the moment I defended her on the video that led Armon to my door. I hated myself for my foolish willingness to trust his smile upon our first meeting. He was just as evil as I should have expected from his countrymen.
