His tip brushes the back of my throat. I pause and suckle on him. Cushioning the underside of his cock with my tongue, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking as if I can draw his seed out of him by pure pressure alone.
He grunts and his hand twists in my hair. But he doesn’t pull me off. I release the suction with a dull plop and immediately sink even further onto him, taking him deep into my throat. He yells and bucks, but I know how not to get dislodged.
I swallow around him and let the muscles of my throat caress him. The noise he makes in return is exquisite. I swallow around him again. All but milking him. I have all of him in me now, and it is wonderful. I’m very glad I don’t have to breathe very often. Itwould be a tragedy to have to release him from my throat. It feels so good to be stuffed full of him.
Suddenly, his grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls me off. My body reflexively gasps in some oxygen and I whine. Drool spills down my chin.
“You want to swallow me or have me in your ass?” he growls.
I blink up at him through watery eyes. I knew he was close, but surely he can last a little longer? I was just getting started.
His eyes flash, and an inhuman noise spills from his chest. “You look damn good like this.”
Suddenly, his cock is back in my mouth, shoving roughly down into my throat. Both of his hands are in my hair. Seems he has decided I’m swallowing. It is an excellent choice.
I surrender to him and let him fuck my face. This is blissful. Oh, I should make some choking noises, people like that. I let my human body respond naturally to the way Mal is treating it.
The sounds that come out of me are obscene. Mal growls in appreciation and picks up the pace. He is using me. Taking me. Making me his. I am giving him great pleasure and he is going to gift me his seed. All I have to do is allow it to happen. This moment is truly wonderful.
He groans loudly. Falls still. His seed spurts down my throat. Hot, fresh, vibrant. Full of power and life. The most delicious treat in the world.
He pulls out of me. Leaving me floating in a sea of pure euphoria.
Dimly, I’m aware of him carrying me over to his bed and placing me on it.
“Let’s get some of this good stuff into your other hole,” he smirks.
I’d forgotten about the vial. I squirm as delight surges through me. First the vial, and then hopefully Mal will recover and give me more of himself.
Being owned and controlled by him is the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time. I think I could get used to it.
I think I might even want to.
Chapter twenty-two
Mal
These scrambled eggs are looking great. Gray is going to love them. I’m going to have to up my cooking game so I can give him more things to try. His enthusiasm for food is heartwarming.
I let out a sigh. His enthusiasm for me is a little disconcerting. I never should have wavered on my no blow jobs stance. But what is done, is done. It can’t be taken back. And it’s not exactly a hardship.
He gave me three mind-blowing blow jobs last night, and I got to wake up to one this morning. Taking seed that way always makes incubui a little high, I knew that when I agreed to it. But it seems to affect Gray more than most. Perhaps it is because he has been so long without it, and it is like alcohol and you build up a tolerance?
That’s assuming he hasn’t sucked cock during his long captivity. But I can’t imagine anyone being stupid enough to stick their dick into the mouth of an angry, deranged and imprisoned demon. So I’m probably right.
Which means Gray should get over his infatuation with sucking my cock soon. In the meantime, it is hardly a problem I’m going to get any sympathy for. ‘Oh no, my super hot boyfriend is addicted to blowing me. Whatever shall I do?’
The wooden spoon drops into the eggs and I quickly fish it out. Boyfriend? Did I really just think of Gray as my boyfriend? What the fuck? What on Earth has come over me?
It’s a stupid idea. Boyfriends are equals, and Gray and I can never be that. Because, either I keep tricking him into believing I’m themore powerful one and he has to obey me, or he discovers the truth, in which case I’ll be waving goodbye to my bowels.
He’ll never forgive me. How could he? Lifetimes of being chained and I’m still denying him freedom. I doubt he will care that I did it to protect the world from a furious, vengeful and insanely powerful demon. He probably won’t believe he was that lost.
He seems so much better already. Much more lucid. Far calmer than I ever would have expected. So sweet and adorable. I definitely never expected that.
But I still need to keep up this act that I own him. I’m pretty sure the danger to everyone else has passed, but my life depends on it. And yes, I am that selfish.
“Breakfast is ready!” I call.
