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Her green eyes shift ever so slightly toward the door, giving herself away. Her high-heeled foot goes to move, and I lunge forward as she spins. My boots hit the hardwood floor, and with one stride, I’m on her. I grab her long blonde hair in my fist and wrap it around my wrist, pulling her head back. My other hand wraps around the column of her throat and slightly over her chin. As my lips touch her ear, I groan, rubbing my stiff cock into her back. She screams out when I yank her into position.
“You know your safe word. You want to use it?”
She cries out and shakes her head just a bit, her mobility limited.
“Speak up!” I holler, and this time she yells her answer.
“No! I don’t want to use it!”
“You tried to run?”
“I did.”
“You don’t get to run. You get to follow my rules and make up for your bad behavior, puppet. You don’t get to play any more games. I do.” Spinning her to face me, I reposition my hold on her neck and lift her face to look at me. “Say sorry while choking on my dick.”
I push her down, and she drops to her knees. Her eyes are looking up at me, and soon, those eyes will have tears dripping from them, making her mascara run as she takes me.
“Get to fucking work, baby,” I tell her, and she eagerly reaches for my pants, freeing me with fumbling hands. My cock springs out, and she gasps like she’s never seen it before. So fucking pretty with those big green eyes. “Now open your mouth and let me fuck you.”
Nodding, she opens her mouth, sticks out her tongue, and stares up at me, but this time, there’s a challenge in that look. As if she’s ready for what I’ll give, and she wants to see me try to make her feel scandalized.
Gripping the hair at the crown of her head, I make sure it stings, and without warning, I slam my cock into her mouth and to the back of her throat. Hanna’s eyes instantly well with tears, which start streaking down her face. I don’t give her time to adjust to me. Instead, I keep going, brutally fucking into her mouth, the strobe lights adding an element of excitement.
“Say sorry, Hanna.” I keep gagging her with my thrusts, and she tries to swallow and regain steady breathing all while apologizing. The muffled, repeated “I’m sorry” comes from her chest, adding a rumble that vibrates my cock, and I roll my head back slowly and groan. “Saying you’re sorry with a mouth filled with the dick that owns you—what an image.”
She keeps trying to apologize, knowing I won’t let her stop until I see fit.
“Slutty little puppet,” I murmur, and she agrees with a hum. “You think I should forgive you?”
She keeps sucking with eagerness, and I use my grip on her hair to pull her head back, my cock popping out of her mouth.
“Answer me now, Hanna! Should I fucking forgive you?” I take my free hand and shove my pointer and middle fingers into her mouth.
“No,” she gurgles around my invasion.
“Why is that?” I deepen my fingers, and she gags, leading me to let up a bit.
“If you stop punishing me, you leave my cunt dying for more of it.”
“Fuck!” I growl and shove my cock back in. When I look down, the sight steals my breath, and my jaw goes lax while I watch her.
My abs tighten, my cock twitching deep in her mouth. The veins in my arms protrude. My spine tingles, and I feel the orgasm building. My balls tighten, and she grabs my ass hard, pulling me in as deep as she can, and as the sensitive tip of my cock hits her throat, I come.
“Fuck, baby, take it all. Take all my cum.” That sound, the choking and gurgling, and the image of my cum and her spit slipping out the corners of her mouth in the rhythmic lights that flash, I know I’ll remember this even on my fucking death bed. I’ll be able to recall it even if I lose all other memories. It’s burned in my brain. Forever.
Chapter 5
Hanna
My chest is heaving, rising and falling rapidly, as I try to catch a steady breath and swallow the saliva and cum. I’m still on my knees, peering up at Theo. He’s breathing just as heavily, and even though he put the mask back on, I can tell he’s wearing a soft expression behind the black endless eyes and mouth slits. Tilting his head from side to side, he admires the work of art he made of me—or more like a mess of lust. His thumb grazes lazily over my lips, massaging in the cum and trying to stain me with his saltiness.
