Page 86 of Daddy's Reluctant Queen

“That’s your new name,” he says as he stands up. “Little Bitch. From now on, that’s what I plan on calling you while I fuck your brains out.”

He walks over to me, and I freeze as he looks me over carefully, tilting his head. It looks like a big, bald light bulb in this darkness. “Sit up.”

He turns and takes off his jacket. I move the pin around just right and feel a click against my skin. My bonds loosen.

He turns back around and says, “I said, sit up, Little Bitch.”

I manage to get myself up onto my knees. If I’m going to take him on, I’m going to need him to be closer. “It is too bad that this is how it ends,” I say to him. “I was having fun beating your ass.”

His smile drops. “There won’t be any more of that,” he says as he walks over, unzipping his pants. “Not ever again.”

He pulls out his cock as he approaches me. It hangs just a few inches below his zipper. No wonder he’s such a pissy little bitch.

“What are you doing?” He grabs the back of my head and yanks my head back. Then he pulls out his gun and presses it against my temple.

“Here’s how this is going to go,” he says. “You’re going to suck my cock like the dirty little slut that you are. You’re going to do it until I’m ready to come. And then, I’m going to shoot all over your fucking face.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Wow, that’s hot. Is this your first blowjob? You talk like a horny teenager.”

He snatches my neck back and leans into my face. “Shut your fucking mouth, whore. You’re going to suck it and like it. Or I’ll blow your brains all over that wall.”

“Okay,” I say to him. “Let’s do this, then.”

He blinks, taken aback by my admission. “Okay, then.” He lets me go to allow me to sit up straight in front of him. He presses the gun against my temple while holding up his cock ceremoniously and says, “Get to it.”

This is going to be tricky… and I’ll only have one shot at it or I’m dead.

I lean in and rub my cheek along the side of his dick, one side, then the other.

“I said suck it. Don’t play with it.”

“Okay,” I say and with a smile up at him, I add, “You know, I once offered to suck Titus’s dick for my freedom. Do you know what he said to me?”

His eyes are glassing over as he anticipates the moment when I put his tiny little dick in my mouth. He shakes his head. “Uh-uh.”

I slide the shackles off my wrists and slowly bring them around. He’s too focused on me to notice.

“He told me that oral sex requires a certain level of trust,” I say softly. “And that only a fool would put his dick in the mouth of a woman who was planning on biting it off.”

I lean forward and bite down on his dick, jerking my hand up and grabbing the wrist holding the gun at the same time. Before he can react, I push the gun up over my head.

It all happens fast. The gun goes off somewhere into the ceiling as he screams in a panicked, high-pitched shriek. He drops the gun and blood fills my mouth as he grabs the sides of my head.

“FUCKING BITCH!” is all I can make out as I release him. He falls back onto the floor, holding his crotch as arcs of blood squirt out between his fingers.

I stand up, wiping the blood from my mouth as he writhes on the floor, screaming obscenities. The gun, as it happens, dropped only a few inches to my left. I grab it and train it on him.

“That’ll teach you to try to take what was never yours,” I yell at him.

The door opens and I bring the gun up at whoever’s walking in… only to see Titus’s face.

I could jump for fucking joy right now.

He steps in slowly, watching Cyril curse and bleed and cry in the dust before me. I lower my gun as he walks over to me.

“I guess it’s safe to say you’ve got this.” He looks at Cyril with a kind of pained amusement. “He tried to…?”

“Hetried, yes.” He stands next to me as we watch for a few more seconds as Cyril stops his twisting. He lays there with his handsbetween his thighs in a pool of blood, moaning and cursing in woeful tones.