The piercing glints in the low overhead lights. An apadravya, I recall, after some late-night internet searching in the days after I left his bed. It had led me to a Wikipedia article whose pretty picture was almost as mouthwatering as O’Connor’s is in real life.
Almost.
Of course, the biggest jerk I’ve ever met has a cock worthy of poetry.
O’Connor’s knowing smirk catches my momentary hesitation.
My teeth ache to sink into his flesh. My fingers cramp as I resist the urge to tighten them until he squeals for relief. He may want to break me, but I want todestroyhim. I hold back the impulse, but only just.
Fingers probe my lips, and I send him another startled glance. “Get them wet,” he instructs in that same low, commanding voice.
Is he testing me? Seeing how far he can push me before I cower in fear? A sense of understanding crashes over me. Of course he is. He has me under his thumb. Now he’s going to test my boundaries to see how much I can take. How easy I’ll be to break again.
I grant his fingers entrance, and they slide over my tongue, filling my mouth with the warm surge of a taste that’s solely him. They press deep, pillaging until they’re nearly to my throat, and I almost choke. When I don’t, his eyes twitch, and he presses farther back, triggering my gag reflex.
My body seizes as I make a retching sound, and he finally relents. He gathers the saliva in his hand and uses it to coat his cock in a measured, familiar stroke as he studies my reaction. I want to look away, but I can’t, wary of what he’ll do next. I’m entranced by the sight even though I don’t want to be.
“So obedient,” he murmurs as he thumbs the wetness coating my lips. “That’s good. You’re going to be my perfect little obedient wife now, aren’t you? So good for me. So sweet, like I know you can be.”
He moves, and I flinch, but it doesn’t deter him as he delves into the neckline of my wedding dress. I can only watch, numb, as he shifts it lower so he can free my breasts from the bustier, shoving the material out of the way. His big hands cup my breasts as I quake, the rough pads of his fingers rasping over my nipples. He shifts and takes one in his mouth, his tongue flicking it into a hard point. I bite back the sound that rises in my throat. He releases me with a pop and traces the sensitive peak once more with his mouth before he pulls away. His gaze ravages what he’s done like he’s inspecting all his work for flaws.
Is that really what this is about? He wants to punish me even more for sneaking out that night, for forcing him to marry me, for defying him? I don’t have time to think about it before he’s taking the other nipple into his mouth, teeth nipping cruelly until I finally make a pained sound of protest in the back of my throat.
“You look so pretty on your knees. Just like I remember.”
There’s no mistaking what he’s asking me to do, not with the wet sounds of his hand working his ten-inch dick and the hungrygleam in his eye. “What makes you think I won’t use my teeth?” I hate myself for how my voice breaks, betraying my nerves.
His hand braces at the back of my neck in a warning. A threat. I meet his eyes and feel the thunderous surge of defiance and righteous fury flood me, washing away the woman I’d been this morning. Some of it must show because hesmiles, and his hand on the back of my neck tightens.
“Go on, then. Make it hurt,” he answers. “Is that why you won’t let me back into your bed? You’re punishing me, aren’t you? For picking your sister? That’s fine, pet. Punish me. We both know how much you’re already aching for my cock.”
His grip is unrelenting around the back of my neck, twisting in my hair as he pulls me inexorably forward. I shouldn’t resist so I can get this over quickly, but there’s an iron will inside my spine that can’t give in without making him work for it—at least a little. The driver is still a few feet away, and the thought of him hearing me keeps me from screaming in protest.
“Keep your eyes up. I want to watch you as you take me.”
I obey, locking my eyes with his as I part my lips and wrap them around him, going slow so I can adjust to the discomforting awareness of the piercing, heavy and cold on my tongue. He makes a sound in the back of his throat, and his hand twists even more in my hair.
“Thought I’d imagined how good you felt, but fuck if it’s not better than the last time.” He tugs me forward, his other hand coming to force me into a punishing rhythm as I sputter around him, trying to breathe despite my mouth being stuffed full. My hands are on his thighs for balance, and they ripple underneath me, a reminder of how dangerous and powerful he is and how completely I’m at his mercy.
As though to test me, he pushes deeper, forcing his cock down the back of my mouth, farther than I’ve ever taken one. Ichoke, unable to breathe, panic exploding in my mind. He’s too big… I can’t.
He keeps me there until spots dot my vision, and then, just when I think I’m going to pass out, he relents.
I pop off, my chest heaving, tears running down my face. Black, inky drops stain my dress, and I bet if I looked in a mirror, I’d see them leaving paths of despair carved in their wake. I wipe at the snot dripping from my nose, the drool trailing down my chin, the tears in thick tracks down my cheeks, and he knocks my hands away.
“Leave it. I want to see you ruined for me.”
A sob barks out of my chest, but I struggle, fingers digging into his thighs until I tuck away the emotion behind a wall of impenetrable self-control.
Before he can shove his dick back into my mouth, I suck him back in and revel as his shocked inhale fills my ears. He wants me ruined? Fine. He wants me to make it worth his while? He’d better enjoy it while he can.
This time, his hands are gentle in my hair, letting me suck him at my pace, which is frantic but determined. My head bobs, and my tongue slicks up and down his length. All the while, I’m promising the first chance I get, I’m going to cut off his dick and shove it downhisthroat.
Almost like he can read my mind, his lips quirk, and he says, “Hating me only makes me like it more.”
I take him deeper, wanting to get this over with so I can get the taste of him out of my mouth, and the sound of his pleasured gasps out of my memory.
He hisses, “Fuck, I knew I wasn’t imagining how good you were at this. You feel so fucking good.”
