He clearly doesn’t suspect that as he unties me and forces me to my knees. I’m still coming down from my high, and I’m feeling pretty dizzy, between the orgasm and the chains that were digging into my circulation. My eyes flutter open when I feel something hard and wet against my face.
Holyshit.
Logan’s got his cock out, veiny and thick, and he’s pumping it in his hand, pushing it against my lips. I know what he wants. It’s what Carmelo forced me to do before he raped me. But I don’t feel repulsed, like I did then.
Only hungry for that tiny little bead of precum. I open my mouth tentatively and go to lick it.
“Bad girl,” grunts Logan, pulling me back harshly by my hair, and I whimper. “Don’t touch it until I say you can. Bad. Down.”
“I’m not a fucking dog, Logan. You can’t just—mmmph!”
He takes advantage of my mouth opening to cuss him out, to shove his cock between my lips, filling me so suddenly and fully that I don’t even have time to react. But then the gag reflex kicks in when he hits the back of my throat. I wheeze around his cock, and tears leak out of the side of my eyes.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I just love seeing you cry around my cock, brat. Take it harder. Fuck!”
He pumps into me, each of his thrusts slamming against my throat. His hand is still holding my hair, forcing my faceback, while the other wraps itself around my neck and starts to squeeze.
“That’s right, Lia. Take me. Take all of me.”
I start freaking out, because his hand is squeezing me hard, and with his cock deep-throating me, breathing is becoming a real struggle. And yet, the panic and the lack of air, his forcefulness as he pushes into me, his deep voice, all of it… does something to me.
My hand edges down hesitantly toward my folds, and I… touch them.
At once, Logan pinches my nose, and I whip my hands away, batting at his jeans to make him stop.
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe!
“You look just like a little ghost right now,” he taunts, while it feels like I’m choking to death. “A little freckled ghost. White as a sheet with little splotches of red. I kind of like you this way. Should I allow you to breathe again? Are you going to be my good girl, Lia, and not touch yourself, or do I need to turn you into my little ghost?”
I’ll be good! Let me breathe, Logan! Please!
Just when it feels like my eyes are going to roll back in my head, he lets go of my nose, and I desperately suck in air through my nostrils.
I don’t get in very much oxygen before he groans, and I feel something hot and salty hit the back of my throat.
“Keep your mouth open,” he growls. “Swallow every last drop.”
His hand leaves my neck, and I take long, sputtering breaths before choking on the ropes of seed that land on my face and in my mouth.
“Every last drop, brat,” he warns, wiping my face clean and making me suck off his fingers. “Clean up the mess you’ve made.”
It takes me some time to emerge from the high that he caused by constricting my breathing. When I do, I realize that I’m sucking his thumb… like a baby.
And his face is split into a wide grin.
Asshole.
Biting hard on his thumb is probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but it definitelyisone of the most enjoyable.
“Fuck!Fuck, Lia!”
He lets go of the hair he was still gripping, and stalks around the room, spewing curse word after curse word.
I wait, crossing my arms, trying to act braver than I feel. Well, he had it coming, didn’t he? Strangling me half to death, chaining me up, spanking me?
I guess I didn’t hate it. I liked being chained up. I liked being strangled. I wanted to be helpless. I needed to know that it wasn’t my fault.
Then he rests his head against the wall, not saying anything, and after a while, I start getting antsy. What the hell? I didn’t bite him that hard… did I?
