For a moment, she thought she’d killed the mood by effectively admitting to being abused, but Eric only nodded.
Standing behind her, he wrapped one arm around her, hand cupping her breast. “You want absolution for the crime of lettingsomeone else touch what’s mine.” His other hand cupped her jaw, thumb stretched to rest on her lower lip.
“That’s not—” she started.
“If you let anyone touch what’s mine again, I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you.”
Some part of her was objecting. Pointing out that they shouldn’t even play with the idea they belongedonlyto one another.
Nikolett reached back, and with one yank, had his towel on the floor. In the next second, her hand was wrapped around his cock.
“The same rule applies to you.” She squeezed gently, feeling him harden from semi-erect to fully erect in her hand, the head of his cock against one ass cheek.
His eyes were half closed as he enjoyed her touch.
“You let someone else kiss you.”
“I didn’t just let him kiss me.Ikissedhim,” she countered. “I think I even tried to get him to touch my pussy.”
Eric’s eyes glittered with fire and possession. “Then I better remind you who you belong to.”
A second later, his hand was in her hair, and he was dragging her down to her knees. He’d turned so they were side-on the mirror, and she could see their reflections out of the corner of her eye.
“Open your mouth.”
She obeyed, keeping her mouth open as he worked himself with the hand not in her hair.
“Tongue out.”
He tapped the head of his cock against her extended tongue, and she felt the faintest taste of salty pre-come.
“You’re going to take my cock in your mouth. Tap my leg if you need a break, but I will make you take more than is comfortable.”
A shiver of pure submission skipped down her back. She nodded, mouth still open. His cock bobbing up and down as her tongue slid against the underside of the head.
Eric adjusted his grip, gathering her hair into a tail at the back of her head and holding it there with his fist.
Then he thrust into her mouth, cock passing over her tongue to bump the back of her throat. She gagged, but he kept going, filling her throat until she felt the girth of him opening her the way he’d opened her pussy.
Her eyes watered and she gripped his thighs, nails digging in.
“Tap if you need a break,” he commanded.
She squeezed his thighs indicating she heard, then took in great gulps of air as he pulled back until the head of his cock was at the front of her mouth.
She looked up at him. No longer a god but some merciless warlord, and her the spoils of war. His to use and abuse as it pleased him.
He thrust in again, past her gag reflex until he was in her throat. She felt like she was choking. She was choking. She couldn’t breathe; tears started to leak from her eyes.
He pulled back.
She whimpered a little, but then squeezed his thighs to let him know she was okay. That she needed to be used this way.
Again and again, he thrust in deep, holding himself at the apex of the thrust for just a moment, before pulling back.
She thought he was all the way hard, but she felt him grow, thicken, as she gagged on his cock, drool leaking off her lower lip onto her breasts. Strands of hair clung to her neck and cheeks, wet from the steamy air and her saliva.
Then, instead of thrusting, he started pulling her forward, using his hold on her hair and the pressure of his fist at the back of her head. He jerked her head forward onto his cock, which filled and stretched her mouth and throat.
