“Dax—”
“Shut up. Open wider.” His thumb hooks my jaw until I’m gasping, and then he spits into my mouth, filthy and raw, his eyes burning. “Swallow.”
I do. God help me, I do.
“Good girl.” He yanks the chain tighter, his cock grinding deeper, making my stomach clench. “Now clean yourself up. Fingers. Do it.”
Shaking, I slide my hand between us, gather the slick leaking out around him. He watches, eyes fever-bright, while I lift my soaked fingers to my lips and suck them clean.
The growl that rips out of him is feral. He thrusts harder, slamming me back into the railing until it bruises bone. “Fuck—you taste like mine.”
The chain rattles against his neck where he’s looped it, metal flashing in the moonlight like a collar. His grip never eases. “Get on your knees.”
My legs buckle when he pulls out, cum spilling hot down my thighs. He shoves me down, chain still in his fist, until I’m kneeling on the wet planks, the night air cold against my ruined skin. His cock glistens, thick and obscene, dripping with everything he just put inside me.
“Lick it,” he orders.
I obey. Tongue dragging up his length, tasting us both, sucking him into my mouth until my throat gags and his hips jerk forward.
“Fuck, Butterfly,” he groans, holding my head, forcing me down until my nose hits his stomach, tears spilling from my eyes. “You’ll choke on me, you’ll swallow me, you’ll fucking worship me.”
My nails dig into his thighs as he uses my mouth, rough and relentless, the chain biting my neck every time he drags me deeper. He doesn’t let up until I’m gagging on him, spit and cum dripping off my chin, staining the wood below and still—still—he smirks down at me like I’m exactly where I belong.
“You’ll walk away from this bridge with your throat raw, your pussy wrecked, and my seed dripping out of you,” he says, voice sharp as a blade. “So every time you try to pretend you’re free, you’ll remember—you’re not. You’re mine.”
The necklace cuts my throat raw when he jerks it tighter, the chain grinding into my skin until I whimper. He laughs, low and dark, grinding his cock down my throat like I’m nothing but a hole.
“Pretty little Butterfly,” he growls, spit dripping from my lips as I gag, choking around him. “You thought you could walk away clean? No. You leave this bridge ruined. You leave it branded.”
My eyes stream, spit bubbling down my chin, and he fucking loves it. He fists my hair, pulling back just long enough for me to gasp before shoving back down, harder.
“Show me you love it,” he snarls, hips snapping, cock slamming against the back of my throat. “Show me how much you love choking on what owns you.”
My nails claw the wood, my knees bruised, and I choke out a sound that’s half sob, half moan. He grins like a devil, draggingme up by the chain until I’m gasping, lips swollen, spit stringing from my chin.
“Good little whore,” he says, thumb smearing the mess across my cheek. “Now open wide.”
I obey, trembling.
He fists himself hard, stroking rough, veins bulging, his gaze locked on me like a predator. “Hands behind your back. Tongue out.”
I obey again.
“Stay like that. Don’t move.”
He jerks harder, snarling, and then he spills—hot, filthy, endless—across my tongue, my face, dripping down my throat. I gag, choking, but he grabs my chin, forcing my mouth shut.
“Swallow,” he orders, voice a wrecked growl. “Every drop.”
I do. Tears streaming, mascara smeared, my throat burning as I gulp down everything he gives me. He wipes the rest across my lips with his cock, smearing it into me until I’m coated, dripping, marked.
“Lick it up.”
I drag my tongue across my lips, licking myself clean while his eyes burn into mine.
“Fuck,” he groans, tilting his head back, chain glinting on his neck like a crown. “Look at you. Cum-streaked, ruined, perfect.”
Then he yanks me up by the necklace, slams me back into the railing, and shoves two fingers between my thighs, rough and filthy, spreading me wide. “You’re still leaking me,” he snarls, shoving the wetness up into me with his own fingers. “Say it. Say you’ll never stop dripping for me.”
