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I don’t respond. Can’t. This stupid gag makes it impossible to speak—or swallow.Again.
At least it’s easier for all the saliva to drain from my mouth.
“You’ve deepthroated a lot of cocks, haven’t you?” he asks me.
I shake my head.Only one before tonight.
“No? Well,whoeverhad you before us trained you well.” He sayswhoeverlike he’s in on the secret. Like he knows who spent the better part of the past three years shaping me into his own personal fucktoy.
I’d be worried he knows, but he doesn’t. There’s no possible way. Wes is just fucking with me the way he normally does. Besides, if he knew about Professor Kammes, Wes would know how much I hate it.
Wes slides back into my mouth. “Use your tongue. Kellan told me just how talented you are with it.”
As I fight back the need to gag, I do as he says, licking the underside of his dick the way I did Kellan’s.
“And Cal told me how easily you came all over his fingers. How wet you got.”
Even if he wasn’t relentlessly fucking my mouth and throat, I couldn’t respond. I think he likes it—treating me like I’m nothing more than a toy to use as he sees fit. He can say whatever he wants to me, be as cruel as he always is, and for once, I can’t talk back.
“You’re a fucking slut, you know that?” He shoves into my throat again, groaning when I choke around his cock. “You’ve never cared about who fucks you, just that you’re getting some good dick, huh?”
Tears fill my eyes, and I’m unsure if it’s because of the gagging or because he’s right. I can feel my desire coating my inner thighs.
You disgust me,I tell myself.How the fuck are you turned on right now?
But I know the answer. It’s just like it was with Cal. I’ve wanted them for so long, even when they’ve been nothing but horrible to me. Maybe it’s my fault for creating different versions of them in my mind. Versions who apologized for what they did wrong and begged for a second chance. Versions who protected me instead of hurting me.
That’ll never happen in real life.Never.
So now I’m cornered, left in this hopeless predicament. Half of me craves them, and the other half would rather die than let them touch me.
Wes grabs my head and pushes me forward until the entirety of his thick, long cock is shoved down my throat. I can’t help the embarrassingly wanton moan that escapes me as he does. And as he holds me there, pinching my nostrils shut and forcing me to look up at his red neon mask, electricity shoots to my clit. It’s so strong, like he’s actually touching me down there.
Yes,my mind screams.Take away my power. Use me.
But my heart aches, broken and barely hanging on.
Still, when Wes pulls out of my throat, I find myself sticking my tongue out and begging him for more with my eyes.
“How turned on are you right now, hmm?” He kicks my thighs apart before crouching in front of me. He shoves a hand under mydress, his fingers sliding against my pussy. “Goddamn,Athelia. Cal wasn’t lying. You really are fucking pathetic.”
All I can do is close my eyes in shame as drool and precum drip from my mouth. Wes shoves two fingers into me, and I choke on my next breath.
“I bet you want to touch yourself and make yourself come with my cock lodged down this perfect throat of yours.” Wes sounds so annoyingly smug, but he’s right.
He’s got me. He’s got me so fucking good, and he knows it. My body is aching with need, and when he pulls his fingers away, I groan in frustration. He pushes his mask up and licks his fingers clean, grinning at my horrified reaction.
“Go ahead,” Wes says, standing and pulling his mask down again. Those X’s for eyes will haunt me for life. “Make yourself come. It’s not like you have any dignity left at this point.”
My sob is cut short by him filling my mouth in one harsh, deep thrust. I have to maneuver my hands awkwardly considering they’re still cuffed, but I’m able to rub my clit and finally get some relief.
Wes’s thrusts somehow turn more merciless than before. He’s gripping my hair so tightly that I’m afraid he’ll pull it all out, but I don’t try to stop him. He’ll only go harder if I fight.
You’re a little masochist, aren’t you?
Kellan’s words come out of nowhere like a slap to the face. I’ve never considered myself one, but looking back, it makes sense. I’ve always enjoyed a little pain.
“God, Athelia.” Wes’s voice is strained.
