“Open up,” I tell her, driving in deeper and hitting the back of her throat. She gags, eyes watering instantly, but doesn’t pull back. Herhand rises up to clench the base, circling it with that small, firm hand. I pull out just enough to let her breathe, then thrust again, harder, more force than before. Again. Again. The rhythm turns punishing, fast.
“Look at you,” I rasp, voice shredded. “Choking on my cock with your ass still raw. You love this, don’t you? Love being used by all of us.”
Her moan vibrates around me, muffled and desperate.
My hand leaves her hair and glides down her throat, fingers hooking in the collar. I give it a tug, watching her neck snap forward, feeling her swallow around my cock. I twist the collar between my fingers just enough to make her gasp, eyes widening.
DK shifts behind her, eyes locking with mine in warning.
“Touch your tits,” I order, caught up in it now, completely. “Show DK how pretty his jewelry looks.”
Her hands fly to her chest, shoving up her top, revealing the pentagram scar. My fingers twitch, remembering the feel of the heavy blade in my hand as I carved it into her flesh. I wanted her so badly that night, wanted to fuck her, cut her, bury both myself and that blade deep inside.
DK’s hands close over hers, snapping me from the memory.
“Mine,” he says roughly, his big hands cupping her tits. His fingers find the silver bars and he twists. In reaction, her back arches, taking me deeper on a choked sob.
DK’s eyes darken, and his tongue flicks out, toying with the hoop in his bottom lip as he fondles her.
“Check her,” I demand, hips popping forward. “Tell me how soaked she is.”
DK slides a hand between her thighs from behind, rough and efficient. Two thick fingers push inside her without warning.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls. “You’re dripping, aren’t you, Doll Baby?”
The words snap something in me.
I tighten my grip on her collar, harder now, cutting her air just enough to make her panic, and fuck her mouth in brutal, short thrusts. “That’s it,” I snarl. “Take every inch.”
She grips my hips, nails digging in, tears streaming freely as she struggles to breathe around me.
A strong hand lands on my wrist. “Hunt,” he says, voice low and edged. “Stop. Now.”
I don’t. Not yet. One more deep thrust, grinding against her throat until her eyes roll.
DK moves, lightning fast, forcing my fingers to loosen around the strip of leather. “I said to fucking stop.”
The command and the forcefulness of his grip cut through the haze. I freeze, chest heaving, cock still buried in her mouth.
“That’s it,” he says, calm but iron-firm, eyes locked on mine. “You’re done pushing. Pull back.”
I do, carefully, releasing her throat, easing out until just the head rests on her tongue. She coughs, gasping, saliva and tears mixing on her chin, but her eyes stay on me, dark and needy, but unbroken.
DK strokes her neck once, soothing the area where I’d squeezed tight. “Good girl,” he murmurs, fingers gently stroking the side of her breast. “You’re okay.”
I’m shaking with the effort of holding back now, the monster snarling, but leashed.
Arianette takes a deep breath, hand wiping the slick off her chin. She looks up at me, and says, “Don’t stop.”
“You sure?” DK asks.
“Yes, I want to finish.”
He gives me a nod and I thread my fingers back into her hair, gentler this time. I guide her forward and she takes me eagerly, sucking hard. Her fingers graze my balls then cup them in her warm hand, and I come fast, shooting off like a goddamn rocket. The room fills with the sound of my groan and my hips lurch, pushing cum down her throat. She swallows every drop, throat working around me until I’m spent.
When I pull out, she’s wrecked, pressed forward on all fours. DK hauls her up carefully, cradling her against his chest, murmuring praises against her temple. I don’t know how he does it, shifting from gentle to rough. Kind to scathing. It’s a balance I don’tunderstand, but for now, the room settles and my control is restored.
For now.
