Ronan grips a fistful of my hair and then yanks my head toward him. He’s not asking, he’s telling—I’m going to suck his cock, and it doesn’t matter how I feel about it.
My body lurches forward, struggling to gain any footing with my arms bound behind my back, but he holds me up and forces me down on his dick.
I go from being tilted upside down on the bed to being held upright by his fist in my hair.
His dick slips past my lips, sliding toward the back of my throat as I’m brought up against his pelvis.
One second breathing air. The next second choking on his thick length.
I sputter as I take him full into my mouth, and my natural instinct is to pull back. But Ronan holds me in place, forcing me to take every inch of his cock. He groans as he keeps me where I am, his fist tight in my hair.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he rumbles. “That hot little mouth on my cock. Am I too much for you, baby? Should’ve thought about that before you went and behaved like a brat.”
He pulls me back slightly then drives back into my mouth.
My mouth is forced to stay open as gradually he starts fucking it, thrusting in and out in long, deep strokes.
His smooth, velvety dick slides toward the back of my throat and triggers my gag reflex before it retreats for a couple seconds and then returns again.
It takes me a while to get used to the rhythm. For me to learn how to tamp down on the natural urge to retch and gag as his cock tickles the muscles at the back of my throat.
The rest of my body is tense, my wrists sore from fighting the binds. And then there’s my ass, still burning from the plug he’s slipped inside me.
Ronan doesn’t let me forget it—as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, facefucking me, he reaches over and starts twisting the anal plug.
He drags it far back like he’s about to pull it out, then he works it back inside. He goes deep, making me jerk and squeal around a mouthful of his dick. He tells me how good I look like this. Taking his cock with the plug in my ass.
“My beautiful little slut,” he growls. “That ass opened right up. Just like your pussy. You like this, don’t you, princess?”
I whimper around his dick, practically choking on him. His grip tightens in my hair, and he thrusts harder and deeper in and out of my mouth.
“Yeah, you do,” he answers for me. He holds me where I am ’til his cock has gone as far as humanly possible down my throat and his other hand pinches my nostrils shut. My body launches into panic mode, wrenching back against him.
Air is on short supply. I can’t breathe. I can’t take in a fresh breath as he makes me choke on him and refuses to let go.
Little spots appear before my eyes at the same time tears fill them. I’m suffocating and panicked and fighting desperately just for the right to breathe.
As the spots gradually spread and panic grows, he finally lets go. He lets me up for air that I take with gasping gratitude.
But it only lasts a couple seconds before I’m brought back down on his cock. He’s back deep in my mouth as he twists and jerks the anal plug inside me and spreads me open more than I ever thought I could be.
We continue this game for who knows how long.
All I know is tears wet my cheeks and my ass aches while my pussy throbs. I’m gasping with a hammering heart and swollen lips. No words come to my hazy mind. I’ve been so broken, so used, I can’t form a coherent thought.
He finally pulls free of my mouth, jerking his cock a couple times. Then he’s coming.
A thick creamy stream spurts from his big cock as he comes on my face. On my lips. On my cheeks. Leaving my whole face gleaming with evidence of him.
Ronan comes on me like he’s marking his territory, glaring down at me with hardened eyes. Only then does he finally let go.
His grip releases on my hair, and I face plant onto the duvet. My whole body is shaking, rattled by the intense sexual experience it’s just had.
Unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.
I’m still bound, still with the plug deep in my ass. Except now Ronan’s cum coats my face.
The bed shifts yet again as he gets up.
