"Giovanni isn't going to be happy about that when his stocker reports that," Maximo says, glancing down at the mess as if his hands aren't tangled in my hair and pulling my head back. I strain, trying to lean into his touch to minimize the pain but he only gives a sharp tug, making it worse.
His body presses up flush against mine as he stares down at me. His gaze is hot and he leans down, his lips just ghosting over the top of mine. His tongue darts out, tracing over my lips and I'm ashamed of the heat that moves through my core. "We're going to have to be quick," he says a moment before his lips meet mine.
The touch is so faint and so brief that for a moment I think I've imagined it. But the treacherous tingles that take over my lips are evidence.
Pain shoots through my scalp and then my shoulders are being pushed down until I'm falling to my knees. I let out a cry as white hot agony shoots across my knees. I look down to find I'm kneeling just to the side of where the liquor bottles broke and stray pieces are digging into my skin. I try to move out of the glass, by scooting forward, but Maximo's grip on my shoulder's tighten and when I meet his dark gaze, I go still.
"Good girl," he mutters before his hands move to his zipper.
As he pulls it down, my soul sinks with it and I try to steel myself, tell myself that I've gone through this before, that I've been through worse before. The only way to get through it is to crawl back into myself and try to pretend like it's not happening.
My gaze drops down to the ground and I pull in a deep breath, trying to ignore the biting pain in my knees.
"Eyes up here," Maximo barks out and when I raise my gaze, he's got his already hard cock out, holding it in his hand. "This won't take long at all." Our eyes meet for barest of a moment before he's pushing forward, his cock head brushing against my lips.
"Open up, and remember, if you're a good girl, I'll make sure you enjoy this, but I don't have to."
The threat is clear and in combination of him still forcefully pushing forward, I have no choice but to open my mouth. He plunges in hard and fast, no buildup. I gag as he slams right into the back of my throat and I place my hands against his legs as I try to relax my throat, but the glass is still biting into my knees and I feel overwhelmed.
Maximo lets out a groan, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me forward. As he fucks my mouth, hitting the back of my throat so hard I think I'm going to throw up, it becomes even clearer that there isn't any participation expected from me.
His hands continue to manipulate me by my hair, pulling me forward to meet his thrusts. My eyes start to water.
"Fuck."
His hips start to slam against my mouth even harder, my face feeling like it's going to go numb. "Right there," he groans out. He thrusts forward and the salty taste of his cum floods my mouth. But he doesn't pull out, staying until I can't breathe. I beat on his legs as reality starts to dim slightly. And then he's pulling out. I fall forward, my face pressing against the cold floor, thankfully away from the glass. I gasp and gag as a mixture of cum and saliva falls from my mouth.
I feel absolutely sick to my stomach and it’s still a struggle to see. I take deep breaths. Until I feel hands on my legs and then I'm being rolled over to my back. The floor is hard and unforgiving under my head. Maximo's face appears in my vision and he grins. "Good job, mouse," he says and somehow the smile on his face is even more twisted than it was earlier. "So I think you deserve a reward."
I can barely process his words or what he's saying, still feeling out of it. Reality comes at me like a freight train when his hands move from my legs, sliding up my thighs. I try to pull my legs closed, but he overpowers me, forcing them open.
Cool air hits my pussy as my panties are ripped off. I squirm but it’s pointless as Maximo continues to hold me down. And then his tongue is assaulting my pussy.
I let out something caught between a moan and a whimper, trying to twist away even as I feel the pleasure moving through my core.
No, no, no.
His tongue traces along my lips, slow and teasing. My chest tightens as a pulse shoots through my body.
No, I can't...
His tongue continues to trail along my lips slowly before its suddenly on my clit. His tongue circles it before sliding along it horizontally. He pulls it into his mouth, sucking hard and my back arches, tingles flooding my pussy. The sensations his tongue brings refuse to go away and no matter how hard I try to get away from him, he continues to fuck me with his tongue until I'm coming. Euphoria shoots through my body and I cry out.
My limbs going completely weightless.
His body disappears away from mine. And then his lips are pressing against mine, forcing me to taste my own arousal on his tongue. His hand comes up to my throat, squeezing again until I'm hacking for air. Honey brown eyes meet mine.
"As fun as that was, I suppose, I must go before my brother finds me here." Something soft slide along my pussy before sweeping across my lips, wet and soft. I realize it's my panties. "I think I'll keep these," he taunts and I watch as he stuffs then into his pocket.
And then just like that, he's gone, leaving me with pleasure racking my body, guilt invading my mind, and another traumatic experience etching itself onto my soul.