“You fucking bastard,” I snarl, my breath hitching as he brings the knife to my collarbone.
“Such a filthy mouth. Maybe it’s time I put it to better use.” He grinds his hardening cock against me. I shudder, my stomach churning.
He releases my hands, but the knife stays at my throat. Shifting his weight, the pressure on my chest lifting slightly. He reaches down, the sound of his zipper sending a fresh wave of dread through me.
“No! Get off!” I try to break free, but the blade bites deeper, drawing blood, and I freeze.
“Aww, kitten, don’t fight it. Just open wide.” His free hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. “Open. And stick that pretty tongue out.” He drags me up by my hair, my scalp burning with each tug. He shifts, standing in front of me, the knife still at my throat. I glare at him.
“Open.” He jerks my head back hard. “And if you fucking bite me, I’ll tear your throat open.”
I stare at him, my jaw clenched, refusing to obey. But the blade against my skin presses harder, forcing me to choose between humiliation or death. I let out a shuddering breath, my eyes never leaving his, and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue.
“Good girl.”
He releases his grip on my hair and runs two fingers over my tongue. “Keep it out.” Bringing his cock to my face, it’s long, thick, veiny, and hard as stone. He moves his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing against my tongue. “You bite, and you’re dead.” He presses the blade harder against my throat.
Salt and musk fill my senses as he pushes deeper into my mouth. He groans and begins to thrust, his movements rough and forceful.
I’ve never done this.
Never had anyone force themselves on me.
Never had someone’s cock shoved down my throat.
I feel dirty. Violated. Angry. I gag as he pushes deeper, his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. His movements are becoming more frenzied. Tears stream down my face, a mix of rage, pain, and humiliation.
His groans fill the room, mingling with my choked breaths. It seems to go on forever, the room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of his cock plunging into my mouth.
“Relax your throat,” he grunts at me.
I don’t know what that means. I don’t even know what I’m doing.
Yanking my head back, his cock slides out of my mouth. I gasp for air. His hand tightens in my hair, pulling me closer to him.
His cock twitches, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip, just inches from my face. I can’t look away, my eyes fixed on him.
I hate this. Hate him.
“I want my cock deep in your throat. Now relax.”
I close my eyes, trying to focus on anything but the reality of what’s happening.
He roughly yanks the back of my head, the sharp sting forcing another gasp from my lips. His cock invades my mouth again. I try to relax my throat as he plunges deeper, his thickness stretching my jaw wider, pushing against the back of my throat. I gag and sputter, saliva dripping down my chin.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he angrily yanks my head back again, “swallow me. I want my cock in your fucking throat.” The knife’s blade traces along the underside of my jaw. “Or do you want this to be your final meal?”
“I…I don’t know how!” The confession falls out before I can stop it, clenching my fists as shame heats my cheeks. “I’ve never—” I stop.
He grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not.” Tears sting my eyes, the taste of him on my tongue.
“You’re telling me you’ve never sucked dick? Never let some asshole fuck your throat?”
I shake my head, my gaze darting to his knife, his cock, then back to his icy stare.
A low, dark chuckle rumbles from him, prickling the skin along my spine. “A filthy virgin mouth, huh? I like that. Tell me, kitten—what about that tight little cunt? Or that ass? Have they ever felt a cock?”
