And I wanted it desperately.
As if my body heard my mind give up, it instantly relaxed, my legs falling apart as much as they could, my back relaxing into the chair.
The gun slipped in slowly, pulling a mumbled groan from my lips as the hard metal stretched me out, filling me up.
My mind sparked, my skin burning with lust as he pushed it in slowly. Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
OhGod, the pain felt so damn good.
“See, you can take it, every inch of it. Your pussy wants to swallow it up like the disgusting whore you are.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my hips lifted, my muscles straining. I felt myself internally tighten around the barrel as it continued to stretch me out impossibly. Fuck, it felt so goo—
I heard a click.
My eyes flashed open, my body tensing, my head whipping down to see his thumb coming off the safety.
Had I even considered the fact that it might be loaded a second ago? Nope.
Was I realizing now that it was loaded?
My wide eyes found his, bright and smiling.
“What’s a good fuck without a little danger?” he mumbled, pulling it out near to the edge and shoving it back in.
I groaned, arching back against the feeling, my back eruptingin sweat as the knowledge of that loaded gun inside of me hit me like a freight train.
One slip of the finger and I would either die or lose the ability to walk. One slip. One accid—
He pulled it out and shoved it in again, a kind of sick euphoria spreading throughout my body, setting my nerves on fire as my cunt tightened around it.Fuck. “You’re a pawn, little writer,mypawn. My chessboard, my game.” He picked up the pace, fucking me hard with the barrel of his gun, the pain mixing with the pleasure to create an intoxicating swirl of emotions.
Over and over again, my skin hot, sweat and tears dripping down my face as the electricity began to build, sending sparks from my pussy straight to my limbs, my head. It began to consume me, slowly and then all at once, my cunt throbbing around the metal painfully, very aware that a bullet could shoot out of it at any second. It was indescribable, what I felt growing under my skin. The adrenaline, the fear, the absolute otherworldliness of the entire situation.
I never wanted it to end.
I could feel myself on the verge of orgasming. It was so deep and so intense, it didn’t even feel real. None of this did. It was the high of a lifetime, until it finally exploded through me, the cry a muffled whimper of absolute euphoria.
He kept fucking me with that gun until my body was shaking with exhaustion before he finally pulled it out.
I collapsed into the chair, my muscles tired from fighting against the restraints, my head pounding from lack of oxygen. I needed to sleep.
He pressed the gun under my chin and lifted it, forcing me to meet his arrogant eyes. “How does it feel to be fucked within an inch of your life?” he asked, searching my eyes. “Because from where I’m standing, it wouldn’t surprise me if you got on your knees right now and begged for more.”
Fuckhim.
It took every ounce of effort I had to glare at him.
But he was right. I wanted more.
He smiled a little smile. “You look so angry but look how she glistens in the light,” he hummed, holding up that gun to the lights above us, and I watched in absolute shame as my arousal dripped down the barrel of that gun, mocking me, and then, to my absolute shock, the man slid the barrel of that gun in his own mouth, sliding it over his tongue, hollowing out his cheeks, and finally pulling it out. He licked his lips and finally flicked the safety back on. “Delicious.”
I turned away from him, looking straight at the door across the room from me. I had no psychotic delusions that I would escape this, but I sure as hell wouldn’t keep giving him the satisfaction of watching him. I would also no sooner forget him sucking on that loaded gun and calling me delicious. Fuck, that was something straight out of my darkest fantasies. Although he wouldneverever find that out. Not ever.
He straightened and walked behind me. “Your denial is so deep it’s fucking pathetic.”
