He’s lucky and unlucky. He didn’t have to be awake for anything else currently, but his dick is also detached from his body. Okay, he was completely unlucky.
My thoughts are scrambling over each other,trying to make any of this make sense. All I hope is that this is some bad fucking dream.
This isn’t happening, this isn’t fucking happening. I rehearse this in my head over and over as Dollface gives a final tug to the remainder of Garrett’s cock and it rips free from his body. The sound of his skin disconnecting sounds like adrawn-out,sticky rip that makes my stomach turn.
Mere seconds later, he’s walking back over to me with Garrett’s cock hanging limp in his hand.
Blood drips onto the floor with every step he takes.
The cutting. The sound of his skin and muscle, or whatever the fuck it was being sliced over and over. It’s everywhere. It’s all in my head. I swear I can practically feel it under my skin.
I feel it before it even happens; the bile burning up my throat as he rips the tape from my mouth. I choke on it, turning fast toward the edge of the table and spitting it out, gagging as it drips from my lips.
I barely get a breath in before Dollface’s hand snaps to my face, fingers digging in hard, crushing my jaw until my mouth is forced openagain. Pain shoots up the sides of my head, my teeth grinding as I try to pull back; but he doesn’t let me. He holds me there, locked in place with no where to run.
His eyes meet mine. He watches me like I’m prey. Like he can see every ounce of fear clawing inside my chest.
And he fucking likes it.
“Bottoms up.”
My stomach drops. I’m not able to react when he shoves something into my mouth. I choke instantly, a broken gurgle tearing out of my throat. The taste hits me next. Metallic. And the texture. It’s like a gummy bear but made out of skin.
I fucking know what it is.
Panic explodes through me. I try to jerk away, to spit it out, but his grip tightens, forcing my mouth closed around it. My body fights, every instinct screaming to get it out, to breathe, to dosomething-
But he shoves the tape back over my lips again, sealing my mouth shut, trapping it inside.
I gag hard, choking around it, tears blurring my vision as I try to breathe through my nose,my chest heaving, heart slamming so hard it fucking hurts.
I can’t get it out.
I can’t fucking-
I can’t. Get. It. Out.
And he’s just standing there; watching.
I canfeelhim smiling as I suffocate on leftover vomit and my ex’s dick.
5
Dollface
“Yeah.. you feel that pathetic bitch’s little dick twitching on your tongue? Huh,Vicky? That shit do anything for you?”
She’s choking on it. She’s gagging, struggling over something so fucking small it’s actually funny.
I can’t help it. A laugh pushes up my throat.
Fuck, I wonder how she’d handlemine.
Would she choke harder? Cry? Fucking throw up when it hits the back of her throat? Or would she try and bite me?
The thought alone sends a pulse through my hard cock. Her teeth dragging over me.. just enough to hurt.
Yeah. That’d be enough to make me lose control.
