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“I’ll make you feel alive,” he promises, slowly rubbing his wet hand over my cock that’s slippery from both the water and the soap. He runs his fingertips over the head and pinches. I cry out in pain, my dick throbbing with need. Holy shit, I never knew pain could feel this good.

“You like to feel the pain, don’t you? Is this what he did to you too?” he murmurs in my ear.

“Who?” I ask. Does he mean himself in the stairwell? I moan, not being able to form a coherent thought.

“That motherfucker who had you before me,” he growls and turns me around, slamming my back against the shower wall. The look in his eyes screams murder, his chest is heaving, and his eyes are dazed and crazy at the same time.

What’s he talking about? I’ve never been with anyone. I mean Yuki did give me a blow job, but that’s it. Moon is the only man I ever kissed. I swear when my back hits the hard surface again, and I fight him to pry his hand from my throat. He looks down and wets his lips as water runs down his face. His tattoos are glistening from the stream. I let my eyes run down his chest to the V-line and over the tattoos covering every ich of his defined body. I gasp when I see he’s lost the towel and is just as hard as I am. And he’s big, holy fuck. That can never disappear in any part of my body. I’d die; he’d tear me right open.

He takes a step forward and our cocks rub together, drawing a deep sensual moan from his chest. The vein on the side of mine is bulging at the sight of his pre-cum covered head.

“Get on your knees,” he orders, trying to push me down.

“No,” I defy him. He captures my face, slapping me hard. My head snaps to the right and I groan from the surprise, my dick responding in return. He places both hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees. They hit the floor with a thud, and I grimace trying to make myself small against the wall. He rests his hands on the ledge and towers over me, his hard dick inches from my face. I stare up at him and he taps my cheek with his fingers. “Good boy, now open the fuck up like you do for him.”

I shake my head. I’ve never sucked anyone off in my life. What the hell do I do?

He takes my chin, ordering me to look up at him. His thumb brushes gently over my swollen lips. So soft it feels like feathers gliding over my mouth. He’s already panting, and his eyes look glazed and crazy.

“Please Moon,” I plead. “I’ve never,” I husk out, eyeing his angry looking shaft with the protruding veins on the side.

“Don’t lie to me.” He shakes his head, slapping me hard across the face again. The pain reverberates through my teeth all the way down my spine stopping at my pulsing hole. Pre-cum floods from the tip of my cock and he chuckles while my body starts to tremble.

“You like it when I hit you?” he asks, slapping me again. I can taste the blood on my lips, and I love it. I hate that I love it, that I need it like the air I breathe.

He pushes his thumb in my mouth and tells me to open up. “Don’t use your teeth. Only when I tell you to.”

I shake my head as tears run down my face along with the saliva, I feel dripping down. He pushes another finger in my mouth. “Stop,” I plead, almost choking on his fingers.

“Suck,” he orders, repeating the words he said before, and he smirks as I suck on his thumb, and he pushes in until he’s all the way to the back of my throat making me gag.

He slaps me again and I let out a startled moan. Why do I like it so much?

“Once you make me come like a good little psycho, I’ll do the same to you. You’ve got enough experience,” he mumbles, the disgust evident in his deep voice. “Open up wider,” he sneers, pulling at the corner of my mouth as saliva drips down my chin.

A part of me wants to push him away, the other darker part of me wants to see how far he’ll take it. Hasn’t this always been my fantasy, to have him force me to my knees? Then why do I want to cry, knowing he’s not doing it because he wants me, but to show me his power, that I belong to the Triad. My body, my face, my skills. I have nowhere to run, this is it. He’s the end of the line.

“Such a pretty sight of you on your knees in front of me.” He pauses and swallows hard aligning my face in front of his hard dick. “Where you belong, like a good obedient wife.”

I try to close my mouth, but he slaps me again while he smiles. He pushes the thick head against my lips.

“Open up and suck,” he commands. I look up at him, and he looks so strong, so beautifully crazy, and I open up on demand.

His eyelids are heavy-lidded as my tongue darts out tasting the tip, licking the pre-cum coating the crown. He lets out a deep masculine growl as his eyes roll into the back of his head as his taste explodes on my tongue. He hangs his shoulders and droplets from his wet long hair hit my nose. I’ve always dreamed about it, but not like this, not forced to my knees in some fucking Onsen while he hovers over me. I want to be in his home, in his bed.

I kiss the tip before I suck and he stumbles forward, holding himself up by slamming his hands against the wall. “My qīn ài de,1” he softly says.

My eyes fly up as he cups my cheek, gently tracing his thumb over my jaw in a caress. My knees hurt from kneeling on the cold floor, but he doesn’t seem to care when blood disappears down the drain. Closing his eyes he slowly pushes in deeper, stretching my mouth so much I feel like the sides are tearing open. Tears fill my eyes and start to roll down my cheeks along with the water from the shower.

I gag and start to cough, letting him go with a loud plop.

He slaps me again, and blood fills my mouth. “Focus,” he says, his deep voice cutting my heart right open.

With tears in my eyes, I swirl my tongue around his head, and he moans pushing forward. Making a choking sound I have to strain my mouth; it really feels like the sides are tearing from his size.

“That’s it, fuck, bǎobèi,” he whispers, the nickname making me look up at him. He smiles and softly taps my cheek. “Don’t stop, I need this.”

I groan and more saliva drips down my chin as I take him deeper. Tears stream down my face mixing with the water as I gag again. He grabs the top of my head, sliding his fingers through my long hair holding me in place over his cock. “Breathe El,” he moans; he’s right, I need to keep breathing.