Chapter 5
Chris brings back a wet cloth from my ensuite bathroom and kneels between my legs. I hiss when he presses it against my throbbing pussy.
“Are you hurting, baby?”
I’m lying with an arm slumped over my eyes, trying to ignore the fact I just let Chris fuck me like our lives depended on it.
“Of course, I’m hurting,” I groan. “You clearly have never been fucked by someone with your dick size.”
He chuckles, the cloth disappears from between my legs, and he pulls my arm away from my face. “Go pee.”
I groan, but I sit up anyway. “Stop taking care of me.”
I walk to my bathroom, take care of my business, and come back to him still sitting on my bed. He’s topless now, and only in his boxers. His light brown hair is tousled from the session we just had, his eyes still shining from the pleasure.
He has a smirk plastered on his handsome, golden boy face.
And a ball gag in his hand.
My ball gag to be precise.
“Where the hell did you find that?” I stride to him, attempting to rip it out of his hand, but he pulls it away before I can.
“So, you have one of these in your bedside table now?”
I steel myself, a defense of words rushing through my mouth.
“Not for you to use. I just bought it because…” I shift on my feet, suddenly realizing how uncomfortable I am to be completely naked in front of him.
“First of all, who do you think you are?” I snatch a silk robe from a hanger right next to me by bed, sliding an arm inside the sleeve.
“You can’t just go through my drawers.” I slide the other half on, fiddling with the belt.
“And stop looking at me like that. That isn’t for… you…”
He waits, a small, expectant smile on his lips as he watches me silently while I make a fool of myself.
“Just put it back,” I huff, shoulders sagging as I give up on tying the belt around my waist. I wrap the robe around my body, crossing my arms over my chest as if to protect myself from his overwhelming presence.
Our eyes are locked together as I watch him rise to his full height. My head tilts back as he steps closer…and closer, until my neck is strained from trying to keep up with the six-foot-four immovable wall standing a hair-width away from me.
“Tell me you use it on yourself.” His voice is low now. The rasp of jealousy is barely audible in it.
Keeping the ball gag in his left hand, he brings the right to my face. His warm fingers splay on my cheeks, the tips at my hairline as his thumb caresses my lower lip.
“Ella.” The growl is lacking the control and prudence everyone knows Chris for. “Say it. Say it’s not because you use it with other men.”
I relish in the basic instincts that leave him. Jealousy, possession, regret. I’ve been forced to feel those things. I didn’t ask to have my heart broken and to know he was dating another woman far away from me. It was his choice. He brought it on himself. This is his punishment.
“This is not something you need to know. I don’t owe you explanations.”
He slowly pushes his thumb inside my mouth, hooking it to my lower teeth and pulling my mouth open.
“Say it,” he repeats, but I shake my head. “Tell me you’ve not given someone else that side of you.”
I haven’t, but he doesn’t need to know that the sex I’ve had with his replacements was vanilla.
For a few seconds he is as still as a statue. That’s before his hand leaves my mouth to clamp the nape of my neck.
He drags me with him to the bed, pulling me down over his lap as he sits down.
“Do you want to play? I know Daddy’s little slut likes her games.”
“I’m not playing!” I fight back, squirming on his lap, my head upside down.
He pulls the silk up, sliding his hand all the way up my thigh until it settles just below my ass cheeks.
“What a beautiful ass. Such a shame to punish it.”
“Maybe I don’t want to hurt your feelings.” I really am playing with fire. “Maybe I’m just trying to protect you from getting hurt.”
He freezes.
Swat!
It comes down hard and with the intent to hurt.
“Motherfucker!” I gasp.
“No swearing. Count.”
That’s the only words I hear through his gritted teeth. And it’s accompanied by fire raining on my ass.
“W-wait—fuck!”
“I said watch your fucking mouth and count.”
“One,” I gasp at the harsher slap. “Chris, stop. This isn’t funny. We don’t do this anymore.”
Swat!
And yet, the word comes out of my mouth. “Two. Can you talk like an adult?”
Swat!
“Ow—three…”
They start coming more rapidly, and I know he’s trying to stop me from talking. A dejected sigh leaves me. Not because of the pain, but because I feel myself relaxing in his hold. The familiar sensations bring a buzzing feeling to my body. My skin is warming sweetly despite the pain.
My eyes close as I count, and a sob gets stuck in my throat.
It’s not from the hits. They’re not unbearable yet.
But the sensation of being back on his lap, to have him care enough to punish me, is too great for me to control.
I feel like I’m his. It’s terrifying and utterly satisfying at the same time.
The tenth one is more than I can take. The sob in my throat releases, and I feel tears streaming down my face. “Chris…”
“What’s the number?”
I can’t take his cold tone. I need to hear the real him.
“T-ten. Please, stop.”
His digits skim between my legs, sending a shiver up my spine “Don’t…”
I feel him relax when he slides two fingers through the wetness against my sore entrance.
“Do you feel this?” he murmurs. “That’s proof that there’s only one man you belong to.”
I don’t have the strength to contradict him.
My lips part when he pushes inside me, uncaring of the ache he’s already left there.
My ass cheeks are throbbing from the pain, but when he starts pushing in and pulling back, repeating the slow movement and making me tighten around him, I can’t hold back the moan that mixes with my tears.
“Now, tell me. Who do you use the ball gag with?”
I drag in a painful breath, my stomach constricted against his thighs. The trembling exhale is only more proof of the pleasure he’s mixing with the torture.
I spread my legs, trying to give him more access, and curve my back to incite him to go deeper and faster.
He doesn’t.
He draws his fingers back and pushes back in ever so slowly.
“No one,” I whimper, immediately regretting giving him exactly what he wanted.
“Do you use it on yourself?” If possible, the hard cock pressing against my stomach swells some more. “Do you put the gag on when you play with yourself, Sweets?”
Too embarrassed to talk, I nod. He doesn’t force me to say it, but he does ask, “Do you wish someone would shove it in your mouth and force you to wear it while you’re being fucked like the little whore you are?”
My yes is barely audible, mixed with the sob that leaves my body.
He keeps playing with me, barely enough to promise more pleasure with his fingers.
“Please,” I whimper. My entire body is taut, desperate. I need more, need to feel the full pleasure that comes with his wrath.
“You keep getting wetter,” he chuckles, the words a humiliation I didn’t need. “This poor little cunt needs to be fucked again.”
He pulls his hand away, slapping my ass one last time. “Get on your knees.”
I hate the way I hurry to follow his order. Now that he has me desperate enough, he knows he can make me do whatever he wants.
And I’ve learned to trust he won’t do anything I can’t cope with.
I kneel between his legs, my eyes on the hard-on under his boxers. “Take it out, Little one,” he rasps. “Show Daddy what you can do with your mouth, and I might reward you.”
My fingers are hooking in the waistband before he even finishes his sentence. I lower the boxers with trembling hands and shift on my knees when his hard cock springs free.
I wrap my fingers around it, and I have to hold back a moan at the feeling of his hot skin against mine. He is rock hard. My thumb can’t even touch my index finger.
“Take your time,” he murmurs in a low voice. “I could spend my entire life watching you on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
I lick the swollen tip, relishing in the taste of him and the noises he makes as he throws his head back.
“That’s it.” I have to open my mouth wide to take him in, lowering my head as he slides a hand in my hair. “Good girl, keep going.”
His tip hits the back of my mouth too soon, forcing me to retreat.
“Relax your throat,” he says softly, his hand caressing the back of my head.
I lower my head again, licking the underside as I take him in.
The next time I try to come up for air, his hand is firmer. “I said relax your throat, baby. Swallow me.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I attempt to swallow him as spit starts to gather at the corners of my mouth.
“Very good,” he hums. “Keep going. Look at you.” I feel his eyes on me as he pushes me down on his cock. “Do you have any idea how pretty you are when you’re on your knees for me?”
A choked whimper escapes me as he pulls my hair, dragging me back up his cock before pushing me down again. “My beautiful slut.”
I pick up the rhythm. I don’t manage to take all of him, but I make up for it in my eagerness to please him and with my hands on him. Spit is dripping out of my wide-open mouth as I take him in, lick him, and enjoy the taste of him.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Just like that, baby.”
He thrusts his hips forward, lost in the pleasure as he holds my head still and ravages my mouth. He fucks my face relentlessly, the choking sounds resonating in the dark room.
I struggle to breathe, my hands landing on his thighs.
“Stay still.”
His voice is strained, and a few seconds later he explodes in my mouth.
I can’t swallow with his cock choking me, and I feel the thickness coating my tongue.
“Keep it in.”
My eyes widen, attempting to look at his face from my position.
“Keep Daddy’s cum inside your mouth.” He repeats his order sternly as he pulls out of my mouth. “Just stay still…” He leaves the threat hanging in the air as I keep my lips tight, struggling against the need to swallow.