“He is. The explosion killed almost everyone. I’m doing you a favor by taking you in. Your handler was kind enough to let me have you for a price, so you better do well.”
It couldn’t be right. Sir wasn’t dead. Even if he were, Collin, or someone else he works for, would come find me. They had to.
Right?
Or was this man right?
“I own you, boy. Get used to it.”
Then, he pulled a knife from his pocket. I heard the snick as he opened up the sharp device. Seconds later, he began to cut my clothes off of me. One piece at a time.
I wanted to fight, and I tried to push him away. But instead, I let him do it as tears fell.
First, it was the shirt. Then the pants. And then my underwear.
“Oops. Knicked ya there.” He laughed as he purposely cut a line from my calf halfway to my knee.
“Now, open up.”
“No.” I shook my head.
If I wanted a quick death, I had to do something. Anything. Make this man mad so he’d choke me out.
“Good thing you don’t have a choice in the matter.” He stated, stepping closer and undoing his pants. “Now, open.”
“Fuck you.”
Anger replaced the terror. I was so mad at the world all of a sudden. I may be invisible, replaceable, and a nobody. But I was something to someone. Iwas Sir’s. And no one else’s. He said he didn’t share. He treated me like he cared.
Sir may not exactly care about me like an average human, but he managed in a way that wasn’t like other men.
That had to mean something, even as I was giving up the last few days or hours of my life.
“I see your last owner didn’t do you justice. You really have lost all your manners.” Jeffery shook his head. At the exact moment, he pinched my nose with one hand and, with the other grabbed my hair, forcing my head back.
Instantly, I had no choice but to open my mouth, and he took that action to shove his cock into my throat in one swift motion.
I choked, his cock filling my throat. My still-bound hands braced the rest of my body against his legs, trying to push him away. All it did was make him tug my head closer to him.
Tears fell harder as he pulled out, only to give me a second to catch my breath, and he pushed in again, harder than before.
My lungs cried out as he pushed in and out time and time again. His cock was too much, too hard, as he gagged me each and every time.
Black dots danced as he assaulted my mouth over and over. When I shut my eyes, it made everything worse. He’d pull my hair, making me open them again every time.
Finally, he pushed in once more before staying deep in my throat. His warm seed shot out, choking me as he came.
Panting, he slowly pulled out. “Don’t you dare puke that up!”
I gagged, coughing and spluttering on my hands and knees. My stomach rolled, and I willed my body to do what he said.
Chapter 31
Dakota
Time was running out. Between little water and no food, I knew my heart would only beat another few days, at most. I felt it in my bones.
Jeffery quickly put me in my place in a matter of minutes, reminding me what and who I was.
