Growing up in the city you may recognize the sound of a car backfiring or the bell over a bodega door. The country life may have you fondly remembering wind chimes or Aunt Bessy’s prize winning chicken, clucking for seed. For me, the sounds of the lawn mower in the summer, or the hum of the cicadas in the late spring are some of the sounds that I will always know. Another is the distinct clink that came when my dad would get home and undo his belt after a long day.
It’s the same sound ringing through my ears at this moment, only it’s not bringing me the comfort or familiarity it used to. There are only two scenarios that come to mind hearing it, and neither I wish to experience.
“Every time I deem your performance underwhelming or inadequate. When you’re not fast enough, smart enough, sexy enough. Or I catch you lying to me in any way… you’ll report to me for punishment. Startingnow.”
I feel like I’m swallowing around a rock as I peek through hooded eyelids to find his belt still attached to his pants. I’m choking on the knowledge of what’s coming and how I’ve been weakened enough to stop me from fighting back.
“Oh, I’ve waited a long time for this,” Colt snarls, his eyes piercing me with a deep-rooted hate.
One arm shoots out, his fingers clamping around my throat and jaw to pull me close, while the other sends his pants collapsing around his ankles. His dick springs out, landing in the palm of his hand as he begins to stroke his length. My lip is quivering without my permission, as stinging tears gather and fall from my eyes.
Letting go of my face, his hand instead moves to seize a handful of my hair, pulling with such intensity the strands are ripping from my scalp. My neck wrenches back, and I let out a shriek, the pain of the movement fueling the burn in my shoulders. Bending at the waist, Colt leans down pressing his cheek against mine. His open mouth fanning warm breaths across the surface of my skin before dragging his tongue up the muscle protruding from my neck.
“Better be good now, sweetheart. Otherwise I’ll punish you again and again, until I’m satisfied with your performance,” he growls, his tone hushed and rumbling. The threat in his words is clear as they hang above me like the blade of a guillotine.
Closing my eyes and nodding once, the lump in my throat gets impossiblylarger. I know he’ll follow through on that threat, I’ve seen it and felt it first hand. Which also means that with every failed “lesson” his brutality will also increase.
My head gets ripped back once again, more hairs being plucked from my skin as his hand tightens around the strands and his nails slice against my scalp. A loud yelp tears from my throat and my eyes snap open the moment he shoves his cock in my mouth to curb the scream.
My hair becomes a joystick, using his punishing grip to direct my movements and push himself deeper. He’s not overly large, but with the strength behind his grip and the angle to which I'm pressed against the wall, he’s far enough in that I can no longer breathe. I try to fight, to retract from him enough to at least get oxygen into my body, but it only ignites him to thrust faster, go further down my esophagus.
Eyes closed, head thrown back, his moans could be heard from down the street, as he chases his release.
“Fuck, that’s right. You take what I give you, what I allow you to have. You should be thanking me for this privilege. To please me with that pretty mouth of yours.”
My head is spinning and my body is going numb. I’m not going to be able to stay conscious much longer as the room around me blurs into indiscernible shapes of color. My eyes have begun to roll, my lids fluttering closed and my body going limp. Everything that makes me… well, me is fading fast. Sight, thought, feeling, it’s all disappearing faster with every passing second. Colt’s still thrusting violently, one hand still firm within my hair, the other against the wall. The last thing I’m able to hear is his breath stutter and catch before everything is just… gone.
The clearing of a throat whips my thoughts back to reality and the present day. After that night, I woke up untied and alone in my room the next afternoon. Flakes of Colt’s crusted and dried semen fell from my chin when I rubbed at my face, and my head was pounding. That asshole fancied having a conversation with me immediately following each mission after that. Always nit-picking at the finer details of my performance and deciding if I passed for the night. Reminding me of where I was flawed in my attempts.
Seduction was defined differently after that. Harsher, meaner. It no longer became a dance of lust and longing, but more so a weapon to one's demise.
“Sorry,” Imurmur, realizing my savior asked me something that I completely missed. He’s still staring at me as if waiting for an answer, and my cheeks flush a little. “I must have zoned out for a moment… I guess I’m still a little shaken. What was it you asked?”
Looking up into the pale blue of his eyes, I bite at my lip. Pulling it between my teeth and clasping my hands behind my back. A few quick blinks and his face melts into a softness one would normally save for a lover.
“Just wondering what name an Angel like you has been blessed with, sweetheart,” he purrs, dropping the rest of his guard and latching on to the hints I’ve been dropping.
I trace my finger down the center of his chest, following the lines of his muscles until they dip below his waistband. Hooking the fabric with my pointer finger, I tug in a single harsh motion, pulling him right up against me.
“Mikayla,” I half whisper, holding his gaze and throwing out my lip into a pout. “And I really would like to thank you for your chivalry.”
“Oh? And how would you like to do that?”
His hand moves to my hip, while he drags the knuckles of the other against my cheek, moving a strand of hair behind my ear.
My lips curl, a mischievous grin forming on my face as I rise onto the very tips of my toes. With my palm pressed firmly against his chest for balance, I lick at his jaw and nip at his earlobe.
“I think you know,” I whisper into his ear, watching the shiver race down his spine. “But tell me, what name do I scream when I’m riding your cock?”
There’s an audible gulp combined with the twitch of his dick against my thigh. My tongue swipes against my lips, wetting them down as I stare deep into his eyes and return to a flat-footed position.
“D-Drew,” he stammers, his eyes narrowing into slits and watching the movement of my lips. “The name’s Drew.”
He’s nodding, the side of his mouth curls into a sexy half-grin as he grabs for my hand, dragging me towards the parking lot behind the diner.
My back slams against the hood of the truck, as I take the lead. I need something quick, something hard, to get rid of the pent-up tensions running rampantthroughout my body. My heart is beating at the pace of an Olympic runner, as I lean into this man more, taking what I need. Anticipation and exhilaration war as our lips fervently attack each other and the spark of lust flares to life.
The warmth of his body against mine, the feel of his muscles, and the punishing grip of his hands against my ass, has my pussy crying out for him. My arms wrap around his neck as he lifts me into his arms and opens the back door. Our lips separate, my mouth moving to attack his jaw, neck, and collarbone. Nipping and sucking until I’ve marked every inch of his skin.
