Chapter 5 Phoebe #2
Aureo shushed me, his thumb wiping away the tear with a faux pout on his face.
Only to take the wet fingers from my mouth, coated in my spit, and suck them clean himself, tasting the last shreds of my dignity.
“That’s it, little one. Drool all over my hand like the slut you were before I owned you.
Ah, ah. One more time,” he urged, shoving his fingers down my throat again.
Just like he asked, I gagged and felt tears begin to roll down my face even more.
He couldn’t be serious.
“Please,” I begged around his fingers. “No more.”
He chuckled darkly, but showed pity and complied with me, nonetheless.
He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and I breathed a sigh of relief—as much as I could with the restriction around my throat, anyway.
I watched his gaze filled with lust from the drool connecting us together.
Just from those two reflex checks, I was breathless.
Faster than a blink, he started sucking on his own fingers, still coated with my spit.
Fuck, I was aching. I had never wanted to be filled so much before.
His steel gaze hesitated for only a moment, his fingers still in his mouth, before he moved quickly again.
He took his hand out of his mouth, only to wrap his fist around his dick, covering it with both of our spit.
A grunt of pleasure left him and my clit pulsed with need from the sound.
But he didn’t stop. He stroked himself, hard and fast, like he was going to cum all over my face in seconds.
He was so hard—the veins against the underside of his shaft bulging—and I desperately began to ache with the need of being filled as he continued to stroke himself again.
Fuck.
Double fuck.
Triple fuck.
I would let him humiliate me. I would let him write on me with a fucking Sharpie at this point. I needed him.
I begged again, nearly whimpering. “Please, Aureo.”
He moaned as he spread his legs slightly, cocking his head and tipping his head up.
If he weren’t wearing a mask, I’d assume the cruelest of smirks would be on his face, even as he made more room for me.
“Please, what? Huh? Didn’t you want to be a brat and call the shots?
What are you begging for then, hmm? Does that slutty mouth even have a purpose? ”
“You. This. Fuck, I don’t know.”
A deep laugh left his mouth, ending in a groan as he tightened his fist around his cock.
The slick sounds made my face blush a bright red.
Watching him jerk off while I was sitting right here, ready to use, was humiliating in a way that I didn’t know was possible.
A flit of emotions went through me. Rejection, arousal, fear, but most of all—desperate aches.
“Aw, poor wee lamb doesn’t know what she wants,” he said as he grabbed my hair in a firm grip, yanking forcefully.
“From how you’ve acted, I should just finish on your pretty face and go home.
Leave you to finish yourself off. Know that you’d see my face when you play in between your legs tonight. Chasing what I denied you of.”
Outrage filled me with the threat and I yanked against his hold, fighting the whimper it wanted to create deep in my throat.
He was one of those guys. “You wouldn’t be the first, dickweed,” I spit.
“Do you need to hear stories of all the men who sucked? Should I add you to the roster list? Like you would even know how to make a girl come, anyway. You probably wouldn’t be able to tell the clit from the asshole if you tried, little boy. ”
Suddenly, the air from my throat was restricted even more, the belt tightening in response to my crude words.
His other tore at my hair and I nearly felt a vein pop in my head from the mixture.
I couldn’t even gasp. Air strangled in my chest, stagnant.
Aureo tightened the buckle, his cock forgotten about, up until I was genuinely terrified of choking on my own lungs.
It was maddening, having so little control.
And yet my pussy ached wildly for more.
I pulled at the belt around my throat wildly, scratching my own throat with my nails in my attempt to escape, only to have both of my hands captured in one firm, bruising grip and raised above my head.
Jesus, fuck. My father was going to find me dead in the morning, all over needing one of his rider’s cock.
Shame burned me.
Fear lit me aflame.
“The more you struggle, the more you are convincing your brain to panic. Stop, baby girl. You’re fine,” Aureo said, his voice softer than it had been the past hour as he urged me to be still.
Slowly, seconds burning into minutes, I convinced my body to accept the harsh change. My breaths were shallow, body trembling.
Even as I knew that I was properly dripping.
“That’s it,” he said again. “That’s my good, dirty girl. I told you to behave, and you didn’t. This is what happens to brats. Brats get punished. They get punished until they’re raw and choking. Do you want to behave yet? This can be so much better for you if you do.”
“Fuck,” I panted out, “you.”
Wrong answer.
He stood abruptly, towering over my kneeled frame, and I watched as his cock bobbed from the motion. His face twisted in a mix of anger and lust, and from that angle, his twelve o'clock shadow contrasted darkly against his light skin.
He looked more sinister than ever.
I had never wanted to take a picture of a man more than I did right then.
My face was directly in front of his hard length, nearly pointed at me, still wet with my drool. Conflicting emotions aside, my mouth filled with drool from the sight.
“Suck,” he ordered.
My lungs still hurt from how badly I wanted air. Fuck this. I still couldn’t even breathe, but he wanted me to suck his dick? I shook my head.
“I’m giving you a choice, Phoebe. Don’t make me take that away from you.”
I pulled his own trick against him, saying nothing. Silent treatment.
He glowered at me. I couldn’t tell if the dancing in his eyes was a trick of the lights still moving around us or if he was truly another variation, sinful and daunting, of the man I had known all of these years.
Seconds passed.
“Pinch my leg twice, with all of your strength, if you can’t handle this.
That is your new safe action since you won’t be able to talk,” he murmured.
He gripped me by the front of the suffocating leather, tugged me forward, forcing it to choke me once more, and shoved the first few inches of his cock into my mouth.
Ashamedly, I coughed and sputtered, drooling as I choked on his girth.
That was not how I pictured the night going and a blush settled its way over my entire torso and face. I had wanted to be better than a gagging mess.
We both inhaled a sharp breath at the new sensation, air whooshing in between his clenched teeth as his hips elevated slightly.
A choked gasp left me from the feeling of his silken skin as he forcefully pushed himself deeper into my mouth, cautions long gone.
My eyes watered from the intrusive feeling as it pushed against my throat, his tip hitting it once, twice, forcing a heave out of me again and again.
It filled my mouth entirely, shaped in a perfect circle with lipstick gliding along his entire length.
The way my brain went entirely quiet from the abrupt change in our power was astounding.
Almost as if I belonged right there.
Both of his hands moved until he was clutching my scalp, hair bunching underneath his bruising grip, as he continued to thrust into my mouth, completely and utterly fucking it.
He hardly even let me truly adjust to his size before he was thrusting into me unabashedly hard. There was no time to adjust. There was no time to even breathe.
At that moment, my only purpose was to make him feel good and he knew it.
“Don’t fuckin’ bite,” Aureo shuddered, moaning, as my teeth scraped against him. I rolled my eyes at his comment.
While I had threatened to remove quite a few appendages in my youth, I would never actually bite off someone’s cock.
That was way too bloody for my taste.
Eventually, my mouth was finally able to accommodate his size, though he never ceased his movements, even when drool began sliding across the both of us. We moved in a perfect union of bobbing and thrusting, moaning and gagging, thrumming with pleasure and angst.
For the smallest of moments, he kept nearly his entire length down my throat, keeping my head at a standstill with my nose smushed against his pelvis while we both moaned and heaved, only to resume his forceful movements.
Drugging.
Being used and abused in this way was drugging.
“Goddamn, little girl. Fuck. Just like that. All the way down again,” he panted, letting go of my head to squeeze my shoulders. “Please.”
The pleasure had consumed him too much and I couldn’t help but tease him.
I popped his dick out of my mouth loudly, smiling up at him as I continued to fist his slick length.
He was covered in my own saliva, and while I couldn’t see his torso from underneath his dark button-up, I knew his abdominals were flexed, given how tight his entire body seemed.
I could have probably milked him just like that.
He looked down at me, expression hard when I stopped. “Now look who’s begging. Maybe you’re not as tough as you seem.”
“Shut the fuck. Up,” he replied, his control shredding in half. His hands, rough and used, moved back to my head. He gripped tight as he led his cock back into my mouth, only to begin his ministrations at his original, abusing pace.
My eyes rolled from it.
His cock hit the back of my throat repeatedly, over and over again, and I swore that the most disturbed man could have blushed from the sounds he was inflecting on us. I gagged against his length until I was out of breath, nearly retching, but never stopping.
I would be damned if I pinched his leg twice.
It was a painful, abusing pace. And I fucking loved it.