Is this really fucking happening right now?
Following his order, I open my mouth as seductively as possible and poke out my tongue just enough for the tip of it to cover my bottom lip. Jack then proceeds to glide the pad of his thumb over the wet muscle, and although the feel of it is slightly ticklish, I want more.
He curves four fingers underneath my chin, cupping it, and speaks once more. “Suck.” Accentuating the K as he says it.
So I do. I wrap my lips around his thumb and give him exactly what he wants. Fully aware of the fact that what we are doing—even though not inherently sexual—is so fucking hot. But it’s also wrong, bad, fucking immoral. This shouldn’t be happening,weshouldn’t be allowing it to. Christ, he’s still married to my mother.
Except even though I’m aware of all these things… I still. Don’t. Care.
My eyes flutter as I wrap my tongue around his thumb and move my head forward, bringing it further into my mouth.
“Uh, uh, little bird,” he huffs deeply. “Eyes on me.” My eyes pop open and I nod, letting him know I understand. “Don’t look away from me, even for a second.”
With his free hand, Jack begins to slide the end of his leather belt through the buckle holding it together, jerking it to the opposite side to remove the silver pin from the hole before snatching it harshly from the loops on his trousers. A loudsnapcracks through the air, and he tugs his thumb from my mouth with apop.
I don’t get a chance to question what he’s about to do because he loops his belt around my neck and circles the end of it through the buckle before tugging it taught against my throat, the rough jerking action causing me to choke on the single breath of air I’ve been holding.
“Open your mouth wider for me again.” His tone is throaty and rich, yet soft and commanding all at the same time. And when I do as he says, he hums. “That’s my girl.” The corner of his mouth curves up in an appreciative half smile.
My pussy instantly floods with arousal, my nerves on high alert as I wait for what he’s going to do next. I’ve never felt so turned on without being touched, and I can’t come to terms that the person making me feel this way… shouldn’t be. But I don’t want him to stop, I want him to do whatever he wants. I want everything he has to give me.
Fuck, I can feel my pulse throbbing at the side of my neck with how needy I am for him right now.
Without waiting any longer, Jack suddenly shoves three fingers down the back of my throat, and I gag and heave at the invasion. “Choke on them, show me how you would suck my cock.”
Holy. Fuck.
I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I take hold of his wrist with both hands and work my mouth back and forth on his long, thick fingers. Sucking them the same way I would if I gave him head. Coughing and spluttering around them as I angle my head forward and taking them as far down the back of my throat as I can.
“Tell me to stop… and I will,” he whispers so only I can hear, and all I do is shake my head from left to right in a silent answer of ‘no’, because I don’t want him to.
I just want more.
I want all of him.
Right now.
I work my mouth back and forth, swirling my tongue every which way around his fingers until thick drool starts to fall from my mouth, coating mychin, and cascading onto my breasts. “Just like that, little bird. So greedy, so eager to please your stepdad, and just so desperate to be used. Aren’t you?”
I nod again, the throb between my legs intensifying as he softly degrades me. Fuck, I need to touch myself. Lowering one hand from his wrist, my fingers shake as I slide them into my panties, but before I get the chance to press them against my clit and relieve myself, he snatches his fingers from my mouth and grabs my wrist roughly. “No. If you come, it’ll be by my hand, do you hear me?”
I nod, because what the fuck else am I going to do when all that’s in my head is how badly I need him.
“Words, little bird,” Jack snarls. “Say it.”
“Y-yes, I h-hear you.” I’m so turned on I can’t even speak without stuttering.
I watch as Jack crouches to the floor in front of me, flicking his eyes to the right, which I’m assuming is to check he’s still out of view of my livestream.
“Now, why don’t you open your legs and let all those anonymous viewers see how wet your cunt is from something as mundane as deepthroating my fingers.”
Jack swirls his fist tighter around the belt, his knuckles now resting alongside to my throat. He juts his chin towards the screen impatiently, not wanting to wait any longer.
“Come on, let them see what a filthy slut you really are.” My body trembles. Not from the fear of doing what he said, no, but more so from the way it feels when he talks to me like that. Who thought I’d be one for degradation? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. But yet here I am, doing exactly what he said and becoming wetter with every nasty little insult he sends my way.
Once I’m in position, I widen my legs little by little, teasing my watchers—and Jack—and unhurriedly slide my hand over my soft stomach, then between my thick thighs, and finally turning my head to meet Jack’s gazejustto see his reaction as I curve my fingers around the fabric of my thong and reveal my pussy.
Jack inhales deeply through his nose, leaning forward for a better look at the stainless-steel bar sticking through my clitoral hood. “Pierced,” he says on a slow exhale before looking back at me. “Very nice.”
