Getting head from a clown is something no one would be able to stop thinking about.
I swallow greedily, relishing in the taste of him. Salty and musky. A little bitter.
Those hands of his keep scraping, the rest of his body bowing, resisting the binds keeping him secure. My eyes flash up to his left hand.
Before I can think of the consequences, I release the strap around his wrist, freeing just that hand. His fingers delve straight into my hair like they have a mind of their own. Like heneedsto touch me.
He yanks my hair, ripping a few strands right out of myfuckin’ skull. I grunt. He tugs harder. Yanking, pulling me closer, further away. Like he can’t make up his mind.
I shake my head, and his dick stabs the inside of my cheek. He hisses as my teeth dig in near his base.
I drag my mouth back down at the wave of static flooding my ear. My heart hammers against my ribs. My fingers dig into Madison’s crease. I graze his hole…
“Oh, Jesus,” he wails. My eyes roll up, watching tears roll down his face. Dripping. His blunt nails carve into my scalp, surely shredding the skin. I slurp on his dick, relishing in the twitch, in the pulse in his balls as my chin taps against them with every downward drag.
Mmm, I bet his cum is just as sweet.
The first pulsing spurt against the back of my throat brings equal parts wonder and dread. I pull him out of my throat, my eyes rolling back as Madison unloads in my mouth. Thick. Salty.
Painfully fuckin’ sweet.
I keep sucking in heavy pulls, never wanting it to end. Madison is too good. Whimpering, tears still flowing through clumped eyelashes fanned across the planes of his cheekbones. Hand, fingers, clutching, gripping my skull. Keeping me pressed close. Pushing me away from the onslaught.
With a bated breath, I stand on surprisingly shaky legs, eyes lingering on the smears of my grease paint staining his skin. Marking him as mine.
My dick has a mind of its own, throbbing and aching inside my pants. And the sight of my little treat, thetasteof him lingering on my tongue and in the back of my throat, only makes me teeter on the edge.
I grip his waistband and slowly drag his now mostly dryboxers over his legs with a hiss, hating the sight of his package disappearing from sight.
With gritted teeth, I force myself to remember thiswillhappen again.
I’ll make sure of it.
Whether I show up in my darlin’s nightmares or his dreams, hewillcome to see me again.
And if he doesn’t…
I’ll find him.
I’ve never been one to care about moral consequences—or even the legal ones.
Once he’s covered, I hover above him, over him, filling his space withme.His arm lifts from his side, fingertips brushing over my arm, plucking at the striped fabric. A hesitant touch.
He moves up, tracing the worn, nearly shredded collar around my neck.
Staring through a half-lidded gaze, I unsnap the collar from my neck and drag it off. I trail the frilly end over his exposed abdomen, up his chest, before wrapping it around his neck and snapping it in place.
My head tilts to the side as I observe my treat. Collared by me, withmy owncollar…
Yeah, that’s nice.Really nice.
I push against him, nearly knocking the dolly off balance. Madison’s face is buried in my chest. Warm breath seeps through the fabric of my shirt. Resting my chin on the top of his head, I reach down and start undoing his binds.
One by one, the straps fall away until I’m forced to pull back to undo the ones pinning his ankles.
“Another safe worded. Two left.” My earpiece crackles.
It’s time to depart…
