9. Penelope #2
Before I can even say another word, he’s already slipped his hard-on into my mouth. The cold sting of his barbells hit my palate, almost making me gag, but he keeps going, ignoring all the coughs and heaves I’m doing as he goes deeper and deeper.
“That’s it. Show me how much of a fucking slut you can become,” he groans. “Now suck my cock like a good slut would.”
I wrap my tongue around his shaft.
Then I bite down.
He growls but doesn’t pull back.
Even when the metallic taste of blood sits on my tongue.
“You think a little blood will make me stop?”
SLAP!
My cheeks sting with heat from the palm of his hand.
“She bit you?” Dylan asks, and he flicks his finger. “Ali. Put it in the fire.”
Alistair jumps up from his seat, the diary tumbling from his shirt.
My eyes widen as he rushes for the fireplace in the back and holds it in front of the flames.
No!
Felix grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Now, are you going to behave?” he growls.
I nod, but it’s a reluctant nod, one of fierce rebellion.
Alistair slowly pulls away, even though he’s still close enough to the fire to chuck it in if I don’t do exactly what I’m told.
Fuck.
I’ve really gotten myself deep into trouble.
Felix’s fingers push into my cheeks as he forces my lips around his shaft. “Your tongue belongs to me now. And I will fuck it how I see fit.”
He thrusts inside without warning. I struggle to even breathe.
He holds my face in place, making it impossible to move, let alone speak as he ravages my mouth over and over. His barbells cling against my teeth and scrape my throat raw.
Tears well up in my eyes—not from the rage but from the way he plunges inside and makes me gag.
But the worst part of it all is how I can feel my panties slowly growing wet.
Fuck. This should not be happening.
I ignore the desire building in my body and focus on the moment, trying to get through it without losing my sanity.
But it’s hard, so hard, with those twisted half-mast eyes coldly glaring deep into my soul with heartless cruelty.
He pulls out, only to thrust back inside all the way to the base.
Brutal.
“Take it like a good fucking slut, Pen,” he groans.
His length bobs up and down against my throat, making me intensely aware of every passing second.
Because I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.
When he pulls out again, I suck in the oxygen, worried I might not have any the next time he does it.
“Stick out your tongue,” he says.
I wish I could say no.
But this diary … it’s more important to me than my own body.
When I do, he plunges back in with no remorse, fucking my face as he holds it in place.
“I’m going to fucking coat your tongue with cum, and you’re going to swallow it all,” he groans.
When I shake my head, he grabs a fistful of my hair and buries himself to the hilt. “You don’t get to say no to me, Pen. This is the deal. You want your diary? You’ll eat my fucking cum to get it. Now lick.”
I struggle to even stick out my tongue without gagging, but I persist.
And from the vicious look in his eyes, he’s not amused.
“You can take it deep. You’ve done this before. I can feel it.” He slaps my cheek again. “You like it rough, don’t you?”
I’m not going to answer his taunts.
He knows why I’m here.
He’s trying to mess with my head.
“Then fucking choke on it,” he says, and he thrusts in so fast I still gag.
Grunting, he buries himself until all his barbells and rings are inside my mouth, and an explosion of cum fills me up.
Oh God.
It’s warm and salty, and I can’t keep it all inside.
As he pulls out, I drop on hands and knees and heave it all out onto the hardwood floor.
But I can still taste him.
And I can still feel my pussy throb.
Fuck.
“Bad Penelope.” Felix grabs me by the hair and shoves me down onto the floor. “I told you to eat my fucking cum. Now lick.” He drags my face through until my tongue dips out, and I taste him all over again.
Fucking hell.
This is the most insane, debasing thing I’ve ever done.
And those boys up there, watching him, they’re viciously smiling like they’re enjoying the show.
Fuck them and fuck their fucking faces.
“Clean it,” he growls. “These floors are expensive as fuck.”
“You got what you wanted,” Alistair suddenly says. “Let’s finish this up?”
“I decide when it’s done!” Felix barks at him, making him clutch the diary tighter.
Then Felix shoves his boot on my back, forcing me to lie on the floor. “And I’m not nearly fucking done with this girl who made me bleed.”
“I’ll make you bleed even more for doing this to me,” I spit out.
His eye twitches, and he leans in, grabbing my hair to make me look at him. “I’d like to see you try, rat.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” I seethe.
“Oh, how about whore, then?” He pushes me down in the puddle of cum and puts his dick back into his pants. “I’m done. Let this whore out.”
What? Not without my diary. Not after what he just made me do to get it back in the first place.
“Aw … and I was so looking forward to my turn,” Dylan muses and waves the knife around like it’s a plaything.
Like he meant to use it on me.
I shiver.
Alistair holds out my sister’s diary to Felix. “What about her book? A promise is a promise.”
Felix grumbles. “Fine.”
He snatches it from Alistair’s hands and chucks it at my face, the pages rolling through the same cum that was just deposited deep inside my throat.
I quickly snatch it off the floor as I get up on my knees, but some of the book’s pages are completely soaked. God-fucking-dammit.
“Have fun with your sister’s fucking diary,” Dylan says.
As I come to a stand, clutching the diary tightly against my chest, my sticky hair clings to my shirt, and half my face is covered in semen.
And they start to fucking snigger.
“You’ll pay for this,” I growl at Felix.
He doesn’t seem fazed at all. Cold. Uncaring. Except for that one glimmer in his eyes. “You know where to find me if you want to make good on that fucking statement.”
I turn and rush out the door, ignoring all the looks and catcalls from the other guys living in this house whose eyes almost bulge out of their skulls from the sheer amount of filth on my face.
But I’ll hold my head high.
Even though I know I can’t escape these boys …
These boys who will ruin me.
“I can’t fucking wait to see you again …” Felix calls after me. “Next time, I’ll make you beg.”