He threw back his head, and I stared up at him, watching the strain in his jaw as his teeth clenched, his deep breaths, ragged and uneven. Incoherent moans, obscene sounds of pleasure, and dirty approval fell in confused groans from his lips.
Like the last time, I felt the power of what I was doing to him, that I controlled the narrative. So I stuck out my tongue and closed my lips around his cock, sucking him deeper and harder into my mouth. My pussy twitched, the ache unbearably frustrating. It would be easy to ask him to touch me, but I knew it would come at a price.
On the next thrust, I swirled my tongue and a harsh shudder powered through him. I would’ve smiled at my trickery if it wasn’t for the way he was using me. Only, he dropped his chin to his chest and stared down at me through eyes dark with fiery lust. He knew what I was doing.
Releasing my breasts, one of his hands wrapped around my throat and the other splayed against the wall behind me as he leaned forward, hips hovering above my face now. This new angle gave him deeper access to my mouth. My eyes widened in shock, knowing what was coming.
“You tried to take control again, little fox.” He grinned and began plowing my mouth, his thrusts reaching so far down into my throat, they cut off my oxygen.
I gagged, spit dribbling down the sides of my mouth, my hands fisted to anchor the pain. Those piercings hurt, scraping the insides of my mouth.
“I wanted your tits but fuck, this mouth of yours,” he growled, pounding into my mouth with rapid, brutal thrusts. “You make the sweetest fucking sounds,” he grunted, enjoying the choking sounds falling from my lips.
Tears rolled down my temples, but I kept watching him, waiting for the moment he broke because I was still in control. He was using my mouth; I pulled those sounds fromhim. I played into his game, groaning around him, dispersing vibrations up his shaft and he cursed, pushing in until my nose kissed his groin. He stilled and I tried to breathe through my nose.
“You like playing games, don’t you, little fox?”
I glared up at him and he chuckled, pulling out. I sucked in lungsful but barely because he plunged right back in and I gagged, the sound sordidly indecent. Saliva leaked out from the corners of my mouth and the stretch now was painful. Just when I thought he wouldn’t stop, Remo’s eyes closed, his face twisted with pleasure, his thrusts sharpened, quicker, shorter before I felt his girth swelling.
Then he pulled out and grabbing his cock, he stroked himself, hard and fast. Eyes on me, he let out a hoarse groan a second before warm jets of cum hit my face, my neck, my chest, my breasts. I closed my eyes, hating him all over again and only opened them again when he cursed.
“Fuck, little fox,” he groaned, eyes closed, leaning over me with his hands against the wall. He was shaking.
Eventually, his breathing returned to normal, and he looked down at me, smiling while I felt his cum roll down my skin, not sure if I was disgusted or turned on.
“Untie me.”
Another grin as he sat back and to my horror, rubbed his cum over my face, neck, breasts and chest. Then he pinched my nipples before he leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it before biting down. I bucked hard, fighting the arousal.
He picked his head up, his expression unreadable. “Want me to suck your pussy, little fox? Are you dripping for me.”
“Go to hell,” I hissed.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Frustrated, I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him but I could still hear him move around.
thirty
. . .
Remo– 36 years old
Mascara streaked down her cheeks, her eyes red with tears, her jaw set in defiance, she was an exquisite cock trap and all her face needed, was my cum smeared over it.
I’d given her that and what a fucking sight. The knowledge had me muttering an unconscious, “beautiful.”
“Screw you,” she seethed.
A deep chuckle bellowed out of me. Fuck, I’d encountered defiant woman but not like my stunning doctor. Beauty, brains and every fucking thing in between, she had it all.
“I intend to. But only when you to beg me to. For now, I’m enjoying your rebellion.” I hardly cared for a woman’s consent when it came to fucking her yet something about my little fox wanted her to submit of her own free will. Maybe I wanted to break that unbending sass into tiny little pieces.
“Never!”
“You seem to like that word, don’t you?” I slid off her. “Let’s prove you wrong, shall we?” While I waited for her willing surrender, it didn’t stop me from seeking other pleasures withher body. I retrieved the backpack I left near the door and pulled out a leg spreader.
She lifted her head, watching me. “What are you doing?”
