My eyelashes flutter.
A word comes out of my mouth. Only one. “Yes.”
“I’ll enjoy this. Debasing you.” Duncan presses a finger against my lower teeth, tugging down until my lips part wider. “Turning you into my little sex toy. Keep your mouth open for me.”
“Anything.”
At that, the hurt from before is back there, in his gaze.
There and gone.
Without another warning, he brings the tip of his cock to my mouth, slapping my lips with it before dragging it over my tongue, pushing inside my mouth.
He’s only one inch in, and he’s already stretching my lips. I already want more.
Then precum trickles down my throat, and it’s like a switch has been flipped inside me. The salty taste makes me lean toward him, to beg him with my eyes.
“You want it so bad?” His hips thrust forward, the movement as angry as the order. “Take it. Every fucking inch.”
He’s so much bigger than he seemed.
It’s a wonder I’m breathing at all, and yet I don’t resist.
As long as it’s my mouth that’s making his cock swell and leak, I stay in place.
That reminder helps the panic subside, and I’m able to part my lips wider. To relax my throat. To let him in deeper, where I crave him.
My obedience gets me a heated glare. More of his precum that I devour like a starving woman.
What should be humiliating feels like a revelation.
Of how completely and easily I submit to him.
Of Duncan’s love, warped and violent as it is.
“Root to tip.” With a hand in my hair, he uses my mouth to pleasure himself. I gag. Then I try to take him even deeper. “Ah, just like that.”
A smirk quirks his lips up when spit trickles down my chin. It’s wrong to get off on being nothing but a mouth, a throat, not a person. I can’t help it, though, the relief surging through me as he takes control over everything, including my breath.
“Do better.” His voice is dismissive, but when he jerks in my mouth, I know he’s lying. I haven’t failed him. He’s pleased with how I let him defile me. “Wrap your lips around me. Tighter.”
Eager to obey, I close my lips around his length.
I’m desperate for his approval, for his pleasure to come down my throat.
My pussy pulses at the sound of his approving grunt. At how his fist winds tighter in my hair, like he wants me so bad that he’s losing it.
“Yes. That’s it. Suck.” His facial muscles are pulled tight. Another tell, another fissure in his icy facade. “Goddamn you. You weren’t supposed to be like this. Such a good girl. Fuck.”
Every time he thrusts me forward, he gets harder. His arousal soaks my tongue as if he could explode in my mouth any moment now.
Breathing and dignity become more and more irrelevant as I take all of his cock. More spit runs down my chin, my thighs trembling with need.
I’ve never sucked a man off before, but I’ve grown addicted after my first time.
Duncan knows how to draw me in; he always has when…
No sad thoughts. No self-pity.
