Helplessly pinned, I watched him grasp both my hands in one of his, undo his belt with the other and use it to secure my hands to the metal headboard. Eyes wide with anxiety, I tugged on the bind then glared up at him when it didn’t budge.
“Let me go!” I yelled, hoping someone with hear me or for once, security would make their rounds earlier.
Remo’s head tilted to one side; his blank expression reminded me of the depraved killers I’d seen on crime documentaries. An unassumingly handsome façade while a menace lurked below.
Practically sitting on my chest, he produced a knife out of his pocket, brought it to the neckline of my top and with two quick flicks, he cut the garment in half. Dumbstruck, I watched the two pieces of material flop to the side exposing my chest and white lacy bra.
I looked up, noticing his eyes on my abdomen, his brow pulled into a deep frown, and I knew what he was staring at. Scars below my breast I refused to think about, not now at least.
His eyes moved up to my face. “Who hurt you.”
I scowled, narrowing my eyes. “You’ve got some nerve asking me a question like that,” I retorted.
Licking that lip ring I tried not to look at, he touched the scars and I jerked, the gentle touch catching me off guard. “Don’t hide them,” he said, his voice a strange cadence like he’d morphed into someone else. “Every mark tells me someone tried to break you…and failed.” His eyes met mine. “Now they belong to me.”
Almost taken by his caring, I recovered quickly, rolling my eyes. “You won’t break me either,” I scoffed.
He let out a low laugh. “We’ll see.” Then he slid the knife under the center of my bra.
“Don’t,” I stopped him.
“No,” he replied, flicking the knife until the material separated.
Embarrassed, I closed my eyes, hating the heat coursing through my body or that my nipples suddenly ached to be touched.
“Beautiful,” his compliment had my eyes opening. He ran a palm from my neck, slowly down the sides of my chest, and over my breasts. Frustrated, I reddened when he pinched my nipples and they hardened under his touch, his eyes darkening.
Defeated, I watched as he lifted onto his knees and began undoing his pants.I panicked. “What are you doing?”
Wordlessly, he pushed his pants and boxers down under his balls, his cock bouncing free and bobbed so close to my face, I could delineate the thick veins. My throat dried and I swallowed repeatedly, taking in those piercings that gave me a toothache last time.
Regardless, I noted details this time. He was large, thick, clean-shaven and his skin golden brown. A pulsating vein ran along the length of his shaft, his tip curving slightly upwards. Sharp tingles between my legs had me clenching my thighs against the arousal leaking into my panty. Saliva pooled in my mouth, and I silently kicked myself for getting turned on by a man who was holding me prisoner.
Again.
Swallowing thickly, I looked up. A dark grin tugged at one corner of his lips when Remo noticed the way I stared at his cock. He reached for something behind him and brought around a bottle of oil. Opening it, he poured a good amount of it over my chest. Startled, I flinched, closing my eyes against the sweet smell of jasmine.
“What are you doing?” I repeated, opening my eyes to him rubbing the oil over my chest and breasts and I tugged at my restraints.
He closed the bottle and set it aside. Instead of an answer, he reached for another pillow and slid it under my head, the two pillows now angled my head toward him, my chin touching my chest.
It didn’t take genius to figure out what he was planning and my heart sank. Struggling was a waste of time. No one knew I was here except Brandi and she wouldn’t disturb me for two solid hours.
“Open your mouth.” I shivered at his order and obeyed, parting my lips. “Wider, little fox, you’ve sucked my cock before.”
Pre-cum glistened on the tip as he began lazily stroking the length, rubbing oil onto it. I opened wider noticing that lustful dark look in his eyes. He was aroused naturally this time.
“If you bite, I’m fucking your ass raw,” he warned. “Without lubrication.”
That snuffed the thought of biting off that pink head. Before I could reply, he pushed my breasts together with both hands and slid his rigid cock into that oil-slicked passage. His tip came out the other side and plunged into my mouth, catching me off guard. I gagged obscenely, still unprepared for his size and the taste of jasmine that came with it.
“Relax your throat,” he ordered, pulling out then thrusting back in once more.
I opened wider and attempted to loosen those muscles. Not like I was a pro or something.
“Good little fox.” His grip on my breasts was harder, the pressure almost bruising as he pressed them together tighter, forming another hole he could fuck.
The thought both intrigued and repulsed me because I was soaking wet now, desperate for his touch. Groaning softly, he pumped through the valley, his thrusts measured, controlled, allowing him to watch his length glide between my breasts straight into my mouth.He picked up the pace, pumping harder now, the grip on my breasts painful, aware there’d be bruising tomorrow.
