Mabon rolls his eyes and huffs. “Am I going to have to teach you everything?”
I’m fairly confident that’s a rhetorical question. Even if it’s not, I’m pretty sure I’ve lost the power of speech.
“I can’t be bothered to teach you right now.” He grabs a fistful of my hair. “Open your mouth and don’t resist me.”
My mouth opens.
His eyes narrow. “No biting.”
I shake my head as best I can with his grip on my hair. If he is willing to mutilate me for trying to escape, I can’t even imagine what he would do to me if I bit his cock.
He nods, seemingly satisfied, and all of a sudden, I have a cock in my mouth. It’s hot and surprisingly heavy. It doesn’t taste bad at all. And the silver barbell isn’t scraping my throat. It’s just there, slightly colder than the flesh filling me, and heightening my awareness.
Suddenly, he is deeper in my throat. I gag. He pulls out a little. He shoves back in, even deeper than before. The choking noise I make is obscene. He makes a pleased, happy noise in return.
Then he starts to fuck my face. His hips are thrusting. He is yanking my head up and down, and the stinging pain in the roots of my hair is exquisite. I’m drooling helplessly. Slobber is escaping my mouth. My eyes are watering, tears are flowing down my face.
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow. He shows no mercy.
And I love it.
I’m on my knees before a man, having his cock rammed down my throat, and I’ve never been harder. Or more aroused.
He is using me. This pretty, feminine man is using me. Dominating me. Making me helpless and vulnerable. He is taking control and all I can do is submit. Take it. Yield and surrender. It’s driving me wild.
He slams into me and holds still. He is so far down my throat, I can’t breathe. He lets out a soft, breathy moan, and hot gushes spill down into my stomach. I can’t taste him. I guess that’s because he is far past my tastebuds.
I look up at him. He is not pulling out. I still can’t breathe.
He smiles down at me. His eyes are heavy lidded and dark with stars again. He smiles and the dimples appear. He pats my head.
And I explode. My orgasm destroys me. I’m shaking and convulsing. My throat spasms around his cock. He groans in appreciation.
I’m cumming and cumming and I don’t think it is ever going to stop.
Until suddenly it does.
He pulls out of me and my lungs suck in an enormous wheezing gasp, and I fall backwards onto my ass. My head is swimming. My sight is blurry. My lungs continue to heave.
“You look good like that,” he says softly.
His cool fingers run tenderly over my swollen and puffy lips. He gives me another dazzling smile and pats me on the head again.
“Good boy.”
My cock twitches in response.
Oh heaven help me. I’m so fucked.
Chapter seven
“You can’t take a naked pet to a breakfast.”
I don’t know who this red-haired fey is, but right now I could kiss his feet. I need all the backup I can get. I just spent another night with Mabon using me as a pillow and now, first thing in the morning, he is trying to drag me around Buckingham Palace butt naked.
Mabon puts his hands on his hips. “Why not?”
“Because sadly it is a breakfast, not a party.”
