Chapter 3 #2
Instinctually, I started to suck his fingers, tasting my own milky sweetness intermingled with the saltiness of his skin.
He pushed them in and out of my mouth, going in deeper with every subsequent motion.
I closed my eyes and the only thing on my mind was what his cock would taste like against my tongue.
I hated myself for thinking that. I hated myself for wanting that.
I cleaned his fingers off the best that I could. I could see something that was akin to pride in his gaze as I did what he commanded, and when he finally pulled his fingers from my mouth, I was hopeful that I had pleased him.
Without ceremony, he reached between my thighs and pinched my clit. Hard.
I keened, grappling with the painfully intense sensitivity of his punishing hand.
I bucked as much as I was able, not an attempt to force him off of me, but more as a way to simply make it through the pain he was forcing on me.
When he released my clit, I cried out with relief.
He laid the pads of his fingers against my tender bundle of nerves, a silent warning that he wouldn’t hesitate to chastise me that way again in a heartbeat.
I swallowed anxiously.
“I’m going to give you a choice. Either you’re going to talk or you’re going to suck my cock. Now choose. I can keep this up all night,” he growled.
I knew one thing for certain. I knew that I couldn’t keep up with him for that long. I had to choose one or the other, so I chose the lesser evil.
I opened my mouth.
His grin was victorious, and I suddenly grew very nervous about my choice.
His hand slid over top of the comforter on my bed until he cupped the back of my head. I would have thought it an act of tenderness until he slipped his cock between my lips.
He was so much bigger than I realized. My jaw seemed like it was too small for a man of his size and a sudden wave of fright poured over me, causing an icy chill to race down my spine.
I hadn’t picked the lesser evil. I’d picked the greater one.
There was no period of acclimation. No slowly opening my throat. No exploration or mercy of any kind. None of that.
He started fucking my face and he fucked it hard.
There was nothing for me to do but take it.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson with my cock, bad girl. When I’m through with it, maybe then you’ll know better than to refuse to answer my questions,” he warned, and my eyes watered.
I tried to hold my mouth open, keep my teeth pulled back, but it was all in vain.
Nothing I did granted me any sort of gentleness.
My cheeks started to hurt first, and my lips soon followed.
My mouth was too small to take him, so it wasn’t long before the tip of his cock bumped against the ring of muscle at the back of my throat, and it hurt far more when he pushed past that.
I gagged, but it didn’t matter either. I tried to control my reflex to push him out, but it was difficult. I didn’t know how.
It was a ruthless punishment. I knew that now.
I cried around his cock, shamefully gagged by his thick length. If I could have spoken, I would have begged for mercy. I would have said that I’d tell him whatever he wanted to know, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to be able to speak a word until he finished using my mouth as he saw fit.
As rough as he was, there was a sickening part of me that enjoyed being treated like this.
My clit was pulsing hard as his cock throbbed against my tongue.
My arousal was slick on my inner thighs, dripping down and I already knew there was a wet spot beneath me because I could feel its cool shameful touch against my skin.
Please.
I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to make me come again.
The fucking of my mouth went on and on and I couldn’t stop the fresh wave of tears from streaming down my face from the sheer mercilessness of it.
It was at that point I gave in. My body took over and my mind fled.
I started to suckle him as enthusiastically as I could. I swirled my tongue around his length and as the shock of his roughness faded into helpless acceptance, I began to taste him.
He was salty, a touch sweet, and so entirely masculine. The taste of him only added to the vigorous possession of my mouth and I moaned around his length. With vigorous effort, I swallowed around him, again and again as his cock began to throb even harder against my tongue.
He roared and my pussy clenched tightly with anticipation.
“Only good girls get to swallow, don’t they?” he growled.
I whined around his cock.
“You weren’t a good girl, were you?” he continued dangerously.
He never stopped fucking my mouth.
Please.
Don’t.
“Close your eyes,” he demanded and without thinking I did.
I cried out. I wanted to be a good girl. I wanted to swallow for him. I wanted to beg him to let me show him that I could be good.
He didn’t allow that.
Just when he was about to come, he pulled free from my lips and his thick seed coated my face. It spurted onto my forehead, my eyelids, and my cheeks. I hadn’t had time to close my mouth, so some of it fell onto my tongue and my lips. It was all over my face and I whimpered.
He climbed off of me and grasped my left leg. I was so shell-shocked that I didn’t notice that he bound my ankle with the remnants of my nightgown. By the time that I did, he’d already spread my legs wide open and was working on tying up the right.
His seed dripped down my face. More of it dripped onto my tongue.
He hadn’t allowed me to swallow, but when I finally managed to close my mouth, I did just because it felt like I was defying him.
The taste of his seed was bitter at first, but then a creamy salty sweetness followed and even though I felt humiliated by his rough use, I enjoyed that single moment of quiet rebellion.
Now fully bound, I was defenseless as he reached between my legs and pinched my clit firmly once more. I moaned, the sound so shamefully wanton that it made me blush.
“Please,” I begged.
“You will lie here with my cum dripping down your face as punishment while I search your place for answers. Be a good girl. I think you understand now that I know how to deal with very bad ones,” he murmured.
I did now. I really did.
He stood in front of the bed and stared between my thighs.
The effect of his gaze on me was staggering.
I should be well past sated by now. I’d experienced pleasure at his hands that had physically shattered me, twice, but the look of his hungry eyes dancing over my soaked, sore flesh made me want more all over again.
His stare darkened and I fidgeted just a little bit.
He said nothing, but the look in his eyes said everything.
He wasn’t through with me. Not by a long shot.
“I will return for you, bad girl,” he promised, and I watched with measured sadness as he walked out of the room.
My clit throbbed. If I wasn’t bound, I would have made myself come with my own fingers. I wondered if he’d known that. I glanced down at my breasts, taking stock of my hard nipples and the bright pink marks his fingers had left behind on my pale skin.
For some reason, I found myself proud to wear them. The impressions from his teeth had long faded, but I swore I could still feel them and that made a jolt of arousal spark straight down to my clit.
My tongue poked out from between my lips, catching several drops of his seed. I cleaned off my lips as thoroughly as I could, feeling almost desperate to swallow every bit of it that I could.
With every swallow, I felt myself growing more defiant. I felt more like myself once again.
His cum began to grow cold on my face and I chewed my lower lip.
My temporary rebellion faded, and I sniffled, suddenly overcome with emotion.
I’m not certain how long he left me for, but by the time he walked back through the door the first wave of tears had begun to fall and was dripping down my face.
I watched him come in and my body curled in a quiet sob as I tried to hide just how much his absence had affected me.
He sat down beside me, and he pressed a damp towel against my cheek. He began to wipe the cum and tears from my face and there was a certain tenderness in the way he did it that I didn’t expect.
“There now, that’s a good girl,” he murmured.
He was so thorough and gentle as he cleaned my face and a single thread of guilt pulled at me for trying to defy him all this time.
It took me a short while to realize that he’d taken the time to moisten the towel with warm water and that only made my guilt pang even harder.
I looked down, unwilling to face the fact that I’d thought him kind, not even for a moment.
“You took my cock so very well, little human. Such a very good girl,” he whispered, and my heart swelled with pride for some unknown reason.
“You came back,” I answered. I wasn’t certain if I believed he was sitting here beside me or if this had all been nothing but a dream. I felt somewhere in the middle of reality and fantasy, as if my brain was captured in a hazy fog.
“I did. I’m a man of my word,” he replied, and I believed him.
He was quiet for a while, inspecting my face for something. I wasn’t sure what.
“I still have questions that need answers, but we need to deal with something first, don’t we?
” he asked, and my stomach dropped precipitously with both nerves and sudden unfathomable arousal.
His fingers dropped to cup my pussy, gliding along the incredible wetness that had seemingly developed in his absence.
“You’re soaking wet, so much wetter than when I left you,” he observed softly.
A quiet squeak echoed all around me.
“I’m going to need to take care of this,” he murmured, and I was ashamed to realize that my hips were rocking against his touch.
This had all gone to my head and there was nothing I could do to bring it back.
The surface of his fingers pressed firmly against my aching clit. I pressed back against him.