Chapter 52
FIFTY-TWO
Monsters (feat. blackbear) - All Time Low, blackbear
There it is. I yank to get away from Ronan, trying to break his grip where it’s weakest. I manage to break free for a second, then Ronan is on his feet, looking huge and looming.
Liquid fire rushes through me, and I bolt. I dart to the bedroom, unsure where to go, but sure, I need to get away.
“Run, yes, run!” Ronan crows from behind me.
My bedroom is a dead end, and I know that, but there was nowhere else to go. I whirl around, not willing to trap myself further into the bathroom.
Ronan’s grinning ear to ear, and he stops on the other side of the bed. “Fast fucker, aren’t you?”
I’m tense, trying to figure out if there's a way I can dart past him and out into the hall.
“You know, I’ve never met someone with a foot fetish. I love it.”
“I don’t have a foot fetish!”
Ronan snorts. “Okay, and I didn’t see a bunch of feet all over your browser.”
“You didn’t.” I hold strong. I’m not weird or disgusting. I’m not a shame on my family. I just…happen to notice people’s feet. And some of the degradation in those videos is…hot in a way it shouldn’t be.
“Come here.” Ronan launches across the bed, reaching out to grab me. I dart to the side, trying and failing to avoid his grip. He snares my arm, then scrambles up and grabs a handful of my hair, yanking harshly. Pain erupts across my scalp, and I yelp.
“Down.” Ronan shoves me to my knees at the foot of the bed.
“Get off.” I try to yank his fingers off, but he just laughs and digs his grip in even more.
“Kneel. We’re gonna have some fun.”
I’m not sure what he’s doing, but my eyes are watering, and my face is being pressed into the side of the bed.
“You like some rough sex? Hmmm?”
I can hear a zipper, then clothes rustling while my head is being jerked around. I should fight harder, but the delicious tingles are back. It’s just because I’m drunk.
“Nasty, hungry little slut.”
Ronan’s words roll over me in a painful slap, but then his hand is there, pulling at my chin and facing me up to look at him. He strokes my cheek softly, catching my eyes. He’s rubbing his thumb up and down and up and down, checking on me. Checking on me?
Warmth runs through my body, and unconsciously, I lean into his touch.
Ronan smirks. “Good boy. You’re such a good, nasty boy. Aren’t you?”
I wrestle with my feelings on that, but suddenly, I realize that Ronan’s pants are gone. As are his underwear. The hand that used to be holding my hair is now stroking his dick.
His very long dick.
His very long dick that’s in my face.
I yank back, but Ronan’s hand snatches me up quickly under my jaw. “No, no. Watch.”
“No.” I push back, but the grip right under my jaw is sending electric currents straight to my dick. And the alcohol is doing something to me because I think I fucking like this. I think I fucking like this, and my dick is so fucking hard.
“You can tell me no, but that word means nothing to me.” Ronan leans closer, and his breath brushes against my forehead. “Because I know what you really want, Dakota Stewart.”
“And what’s-s-s-s,” I get hung up on the word, sending a bolt of anxiety through me. Ronan just waits. “What’s that?”
He grins. “Me.”
Then, Ronan tucks his hand up to the side of my head, yanking me to the inside of his thigh. My face is so close to his dick that I actually flinch back. Ronan just laughs and strokes it lazily.
“Now, you’re gonna be a desperate little slut and watch me get off, but you can’t touch yourself. Got it?”
My dick is throbbing, but I wouldn’t dream of touching myself. That would be disgusting.
“This is so bad,” Ronan whispers, stroking up and down his shaft. “So wrong.”
It’s like he’s saying the words that run on repeat through my head. They both make me want to panic and bring me alive at the same time.
“Yes, good boy. Watch me play.”
I can’t keep my eyes off Ronan. Mostly from curiosity, it has to be. Can’t be that my dick is pulsing hard, and I haven’t even touched it.
Ronan strokes his dick differently than I do. He pays much more attention to the head, rounding his hand over it on every upstroke. The longer I watch, the rougher he gets, stroking himself harsher and harsher. And the sounds he’s making…it’s mostly low grunts and unsteady breaths.
I shift, the movement causing pleasure to tingle up my spine.
“Don’t…touch,” Ronan moans. “Nasty boys don’t get to come.”
Fuck. I’m fucked up because my dick is painfully hard. I want to jack myself off to relieve some of the intensity, but some weird part of me also wants to…please him.
“Good…boy.” Ronan is moving faster now. Fast and hard, and I can see his balls drawing up. It fills me with a forbidden excitement, and I can’t pull my gaze away.
“Watch me as I –” Ronan groans, suddenly moving. His leg beside my head is gone, and he pulls his feet up on the bed. Quickly, he yanks his socks off and then jerks himself a few more times. “Come for you.” And then, he’s exploding into his hand. His body jerks and he comes into his hand, over and over, cum oozing down his palm.
Ronan is groaning, and I’m locked onto the sight. He’s all masculine power and need. And then, Ronan moves his hand down to his feet. He smears his cum there, then grips the side of my head again with his cum-coated hand.
Ronan looks me in the eyes, his gaze dominating and mean. “Lick it, freckles.”
“What?” I sputter, looking down at his feet and then back at his face.
“I said,” he leans in closer, “lick. It. Clean me up, nasty boy.”
A wash of heat runs across my face.
“Lick my feet. Worship me like the disgusting little slut that you are.”
Against all odds, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. Ronan keeps me gripped, looking into my eyes. His glint with something mean and full of lust but also intense interest. In me .
“I’m not going to tell you again.” Ronan pushes my head down toward his foot. I recoil for a second, but he just keeps pressing. Then his foot is right there, in front of me, covered in evidence of Ronan’s orgasm.
I glance up at Ronan, and he’s watching me intently.
Fuck, I’m so hard I can barely think about anything else. I never expected to be faced with this in real life. And it’s fucking hot .
A hot man wants me to humiliate myself for him. The alcohol in me is screaming that this is my lottery ticket. I’ve watched this in porn and come to it so many times. And it’s even better in person.
But that requires me to admit that I like it. That I actually want to obey Ronan.
“It’s okay, freckles. I’ll make you.”
His words send a thrill through me, and then he’s pressing my face into his foot. Ronan gives me no choice, and when I’m there, I find myself sticking my tongue out, tentatively licking the top of Ronan’s foot.
Ronan moans, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I get the courage to look up at him, and Ronan’s eyes are shuttered. I’ve never tasted a man’s cum before, but it’s not bad. Salty…and kind of tastes like…stamps? And better than that, Ronan likes it. I see it in the tremble of his Adam’s Apple. The stiffness in his body.
“More, freckles. Make me feel good.”
I lick more, taking bigger swipes this time. The humiliation of cleaning him, mixed with the pleasure of obeying, rushes through my body. The more I lap at his skin, the more Ronan moans, gripping the side of my head in more of a caress than force.
I clean the tops of both of his feet, tasting nothing but cum and sweat. And it tastes fucking…good. When the tops are clean, I move toward his toes, cleaning those off too. Tentatively, I put a toe into my mouth, looking at Ronan. When I close my mouth around it, he drops his head all the way back, letting out a moan.
“Fuck, freckles. You’re going to get me into feet too.”
His praise turns me on more than anything I’ve experienced. I’m bucking against my pants, trying to get any level of friction through them.
“Fuck yeah, good boy. Get yourself off for me.”
But I hesitate.
Then Ronan’s grip moves to my hair, and he yanks painfully. “Don’t disobey now, freckles.”
My eyes water and my hand automatically moves to my pants. I reach under them and grab my dick. It’s already so hard, and my underwear is slick with precum.
“What a sick boy. My sick little boy.”
And then I’m coming, all over my hand and in my pants.
For the second time.