“Julian…” His name falls off my lips like a prayer. What I’m praying for, I don’t know. More? Less? Both?
“Bite me, and I will hurt Marie.” The warning is clear, blinking in bright red neon back at me. I swallow the bile and fear rising in my throat.
“Please,” I whimper, my eyes dropping down to the head of his penis. It’s swollen, and a bead of white liquid glistens against it. He strokes himself eagerly, and releases my chin, moving his hand into my hair.
He fists the strands, and my scalp burns as he tugs my head forward.
“Open up,” he orders gruffly.
My lips tremble, but I do as he says, afraid of what may come next if I don’t. Holding my head in place by my hair, he guides himself to my mouth.
His eyes are trained on my mouth, my lips, watching intently as the mushroom head disappears past my lips.
Fear and arousal mix together and spark like gasoline, meeting a match. His soft flesh glides over my tongue, and even though I shouldn’t, my lips close around the head, and I suck. I’m not sure what to do. I’m simply following my gut instinct. Pleasing him isn’t my priority, and yet, I want to please him so badly it’s all I feel.
“Fuck,” he groans and tightens his hold on my hair.
He slides forward, pushing deeper into my mouth and in seconds, he’s at the back of my throat. I gag around his length, trying to squirm away, feeling as if he’s going to suffocate me, but a second later, he pulls back, giving me a chance to breathe, and I gulp fresh air into my lungs.
Tears leak from my eyes, and he performs the same action again, this time a little faster than the first time.
“I’m going to fuck your throat, hard and fast,” he warns, frightening me, making me shake. He pulls out briefly, giving me a chance to say something.
“I don’t know if I can…” I whine, trying to shake my head, but he doesn’t listen.
“You can, trust me.” He pushes back into my mouth, his thrusts hard and fast, making it hard for me to breathe but not restricting me completely. I gag around his length and feel saliva dribbling out the side of my mouth and down my chin. He uses my mouth and throat savagely but keeps his eyes on me, and somehow, I feel more connected to him, tethered to him.
Heat blooms in my core, and I rub my thighs together, hoping for the tiniest bit of friction. I hate that I want him to touch me right now, to bring me pleasure like I know my mouth is bringing him.
“Such a warm little mouth,” he grunts, “you look so fucking pretty with my cock in it.”
“Mmm,” I say, around his length, my body reacting without thought.
Julian smiles like the devil he is. “I bet your pussy is throbbing and wet, begging for my fingers to be inside of it. Isn’t it?” His thrusts are faster now, his balls slapping against my chin. My own arousal coats my thighs, and I’m ashamed of how badly I want him.
“You’re soaked, I know it. Even if you don’t want to be, you’re enjoying this. Your body knows I would never take more than you could give me.”
He is right, even with as terrified as I am, I know deep down, he will not take more than I can give him, and that’s the sick twisted part of all of this.
I shouldn’t want this punishment, but a dark hidden part of me does.
“Suck,” he orders, and I hollow out my cheeks, sucking on him like he’s a popsicle.
His head tips back, and his entire body vibrates, all the perfectly sculpted muscles in his body tightening, locking up with pleasure.
Erupting in my mouth, I try to swallow his salty release, but there is too much, and I gag. Gently, he pulls out of my mouth.
“Swallow the rest,” he growls, releasing my hair and grasping my chin. I do as he says, and his eyes gleam with joy as he watches my throat work. He studies my features and using his thumbs, wipes away the tears from my eyes.
Licking the side of my mouth, his teeth nip at my bottom lip.
My insides twist and a sob rips from my throat as it all comes back to me, the lustful fog lifting from my eyes. I didn’t want this to happen, not really, and it did. I let him use me, let him take and punish me, and worst of all, I enjoyed it.
“Please, let me go,” I whisper, wanting to curl in on myself. I don’t know what to feel or think, only that this is wrong. What we did, the thoughts swirling around in my head, it’s all wrong.