“Now, we made a bargain. You’re going to follow through on your end of the deal.”
“I changed my mind,” she says desperately.
“Too fucking bad,” I say immovably. “Either you suck my cock until I come, or I fuck your pussy until we both come. Choose.”
She stiffens beneath me, and a tremble of fear restarts in her limbs. I’ll need to train the fear of sex out of her quickly, and I intend to do so—but not here.
“Choose,” I repeat more firmly, holding her wrists tightly with one hand while lowering the other to her ass.
She lets out a single sob, shaking her head. “I’ll… I’ll go down on you.”
“You’ll suck my cock until I shoot down your throat,” I impress. “Say it.”
She swallows audibly. Inhales a shuddering breath. “I’ll suck your cock until…” her voice cracks, and she cuts off. I wait in place, silently telling her we’ll be here until she complies. “Until you shoot down my throat.”
Good girl. I don’t say it—she hasn’t earned the right to hear that yet. In the short time since I’ve caught her, she’s been a verybadgirl, but we’ll change that.
“If you try to bolt for your shitty kitchenette again, I’ll assume you want option number two. Got it?” She nods; I squeeze her wrists. “Words.”
“Yes,” she hisses.
Slowly, I release her, letting go of her wrists and stand up. I hover over her in case she makes a run for the kitchen again, but she doesn’t.She slowly sits up on her haunches and glares up at me, resentment swirling in her eyes.There’s that fire. My god, it’s going to be fun to tame it.
I take a seat on the rickety armchair again and beckon her over with a hand. When she goes to stand, I shake my head. “Crawl.”
She pants like an angry bull at the command but complies nonetheless. When she’s in front of me, she doesn’t require further instruction; she frees my cock, fury written into her expression, and angrily spits on the head.
“No teeth or I’ll think it’s option 2,” I warn her.
“Fuck you.”
“Is that an invitation?”
With a growl, she opens her lips and seals them around my tip. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head. I haven’t had sex since she ran away from me, have barely even allowed myself to masturbate, because I’ve been waiting for her. From now on, not a single drop of my cum will go anywhere but inside her delectable, gorgeous body. Unfortunately, that means there’s no damn way I’ll be able to last.
Her movements are angry and aggressive. One of her hands fists the base of my cock, jerking my length, using the drool that starts to dribble out of her mouth as lubricant. Her suction is tight enough to nearly suck the soul from my body, her motions are jerky, and she’s a fuckingvisionon her knees in front of me. The sight of her kneeling between my legs alone would be enough to drive me to the edge.
I fist her hair and guide her lower. When I said I wanted to shoot down her throat, I meant it; I’m a few seconds away from coming, and I want to feel as much of her gorgeous mouth around me as possible before I do.
“Fuck, Flower,” I curse. “You swallow every drop, or we start over.” That’s all I can manage to say before pleasure takes over, tingling at thebase of my spine before spreading upward, encompassing my entire body and briefly making my vision blacken. I come with a visceral roar that booms off the walls of this shithole, gritting my teeth and squeezing my eyes shut, allowing the mind-blowing sensation to sweep me under.
Fuck.
I was afraid that my memories of her sucking my cock were fantastical; that her mouth couldn’t bethat good. In under a minute, she’s proved that my memoriesunderstatedreality—it’s even better in real life.
It’s only when I hear a quiet whimper come from her that I realize I’m fisting her hair hard enough to hurt. I open my eyes and loosen my grip, allowing her to slide off my cock. She clenches her jaw, grimaces, and brings one hand up to rub the back of her head.
I stroke my thumb over her cheek. “Good girl, Flower. Good fucking girl.”
Before she can look up or move an inch, I reach down to pluck out the syringe filled with a sedative stored in a hidden pocket, uncap it, and plunge the needle into her neck. Scarlett tries to rear back with a screech, but I hold her by her throat while pressing down the plunger.
“No!” she screeches, trying pathetically to push my hands away. “What… what did you—”
“A sedative,” I cut her off. A fast-acting one. Already, I can see her eyes growing hazy, and her limbs are sagging. “It’s going to be a long ride, Flower, and you’ll need your rest.” I cup her chin, enjoying her soft skin beneath my rough, calloused fingers. I stroke a thumb over her plush bottom lip, already imagining the next time I’ll fuck her mouth. “I’ll see you when you wake up, baby. Ihighlyadvise you comply to make things easier for yourself… or don’t, and you’ll only make them more fun for me.”
One of the things I missed, evenbeforeScarlett ran away, was the feeling in my arms as I’d carry her from place to place. I was never proud of what I’d done to her, the fact that she couldn’t walkbecauseof me, but knowing that I was her caretaker and the person she relied on filled me with a sense of completion.
I carry her out of her shitty, tiny apartment after doing a sweep of the place. Fortunately for me, her neighbor’s propensity for blaring music worked in my favor; the pulsing beats would’ve drowned out any of Scarlett’s screams.
