The mattress dipped as his weight shifted onto the bed. He pushed the covers further back as he moved between my legs.
“I like law and order,” he said, repositioning the pillow beneath my hips to tilt them higher.“I don’t abide rebellion from anyone.”
He truly loved the sound of his own voice.
“I expect complete obedience from you at all times,” he said, pressing his thumb over his cock.
I stared at him from between my legs as he began to rub himself along my pussy. The pressure of his length dragged up and down me and I gasped despite myself. The head bumped my clit before dropping lower. He continued the slow torture until I grew restless beneath him, my hips shifting without my permission.
Then he moved up my body until his cock loomed over my face.
I stared at it.
“Lick me clean,” he said, tapping his heavy length against my lips.
I held his gaze for a beat before I opened my mouth and tentatively put my tongue out.
Something settled on his face. Behind the cruel mask—satisfaction. The more I licked the more it showed. The taste of us was all over him, salt and heat and something that was entirely new and not entirely unpleasant, which was its own kind of humiliation.
“Open up, Iskra,” he murmured.“Time to put your mouth to use.”
The shadow of him loomed over my face. There was no way he would fit—I knew that much—but I opened wide anyway and he placed the rounded head between my lips.
“Suck.”
One word.
A command.
I barely had a chance before he pushed deeper, the weight of him pressing toward the back of my throat immediately.
“I’ll need to train that throat of yours,” he said, gripping my head in both hands.
Panic rose in my chest as he hit the back of my throat. He began to move my head—not asking, not waiting—working me up and down his length at the pace he wanted.
“Get a good taste of what’s to come,” he growled.
My eyes began to tear. I placed my hands on his thighs to ground myself, focusing on breathing through my nose, trying not to gag each time he reached the back of my throat. His fingers buried into my hair, pulling my head up as he thrust down simultaneously, the double movement forcing him deeper than I thought possible.
I curled my fingers into his thighs when he lodged himself into my throat and held there.
A pause.
Then he pressed deeper. I gurgled, fighting the reflex, willing my body not to betray me further.
“This is what I need,” he groaned, beginning to rock his hips.“A good little hole.”
I stared up at the base of him—the trimmed dark hair, the length of him buried in my throat, the sheer indifference of it. He didn’t care that I could barely breathe. He didn’t care that he was forcing my throat open around him. He simply moved, his weight pinning me, taking what he had decided was owed to him.
“Yes, give me that mouth,” he rasped, moving faster.
I closed my eyes. That didn’t help. I opened them again and focused instead on breathing—steady, through the nose, throat as loose as I could manage. Relaxing was a mistake. The moment my throat gave a fraction he thrust harder, and my teeth grazed his cock. He hissed. I widened my jaw immediately, feeling spit coat my lips and chin, blinking against the tears running sideways into my hair.
The saddest part wasn’t being used in such a manner, but the fact that my pussy throbbed for more. The fact that the tension began to coil in the pit of my belly. The fact that a part of me enjoyed being able to take all of him.
He seemed to enjoy that fact too—his balls pressed against my chin and the hair at the base tickled my nose, forcing me to breathe him in.
I tapped his thigh when he didn’t move.
