Chapter 19 #2
“Your mouth is fucking heaven.” He groaned, neck straining as he tilted his head back. He fisted my hair and pulled me closer, plunging past my tonsils. I gagged, struggling not to struggle, and gagged again. I whined around his shaft, my eyes burning from the position he’d forced me into.
“Fuck. Feels so good when you gag.”
Shit, I was in trouble. I closed my eyes and tried not to panic, reminding myself that this was Rafe, and he wouldn’t hurt me.
He just had tastes.
Don’t panic.
I sucked in air through my nose and tried to get my gag reflex under control. Another long groan splintered the air, and he started thrusting.
Fast.
Hard.
Like a driven man.
Then he tempered the rhythm, pushing between my lips slow and gentle like he had all the time in the world to fuck my mouth.
Stamina, he’d said. He wasn’t kidding.
But this was about more than getting head. I’d waited too long to come to him, had suffered in silence and hid the reason. That’s why he was so worked up, so pissed off. I’d demanded he open up to me in the shower, then I’d turned around and done the opposite.
He sped up the tempo again, plundering my mouth until my eyes stung from the pain.
I wrung my fingers behind me to keep from shoving him away because that would only make this worse for me.
My job was to kneel and take it. So I took his cock and ignored the slurping noises escaping my lips.
He slipped in and out, and each time he hit the back of my throat, I dry-heaved, a thrust away from vomiting. Let it be over soon.
Without warning, he pulled out.
“You ready to tell me the truth now?”
After the rough blowjob, my head was in a fog. I searched through my mind for what it was he wanted me to tell him. Zach. The dreams. How the hell could I confess now, especially when he had me on my knees with his cock in my face?
“It’s the fight. I’ve been having nightmares about it.” At least it was partially true.
He scrutinized my face, seeming to consider my words. “You’re a shitty liar.”
“Rafe, please—” He silenced me with his cock again, his hooded green eyes peering at me, irises dark and vacant, save for the rampant need in them.
“Do you know what happens when you lie to me?” With a raspy grunt, he held my head in place as he positioned his tip between my lips. “You get your mouth washed out.” His fingers tightened in my hair. “I’m gonna come,” he said, groaning. “Hold it in your mouth. Do not spit or swallow.”
My eyes widened as he pumped his release onto my tongue. The way he threw his head back, eyes closed in ecstasy, ignited me. But this wasn’t about my pleasure—this was a way for him to punish me for lying to him.
He slipped out inch by inch. I pressed my lips together and hollowed out my cheeks, so I didn’t spill any of his hot, thick cum.
“Don’t move.” He stalked into the bedroom, and I heard him rifling through the drawers. He returned with a fistful of clothespins, and my stomach dropped. A chill of fear and anticipation swept over me. I felt ridiculous with my cheeks rounded out, full of his jizz.
“You’d better keep that mouth full because I have ginger waiting to be used in the fridge if you don’t.
” He pulled me to my feet, ran a finger along my slit, and a dark smile graced his face.
“While you’re thinking about how you got yourself into this predicament, I’m gonna play with your cunt—your very beautiful, very wet cunt—but you aren’t coming until I give you permission. Got it?”
I nodded, and he brushed his thumb over my mouth. A small amount of his cum dribbled down my chin.
“You know better than to waste any of that.” Grabbing a clothespin between his thumb and forefinger, he clamped it over my nose.
I tried so fucking hard not to panic, squirming instead of opening my mouth as my lungs burned for air. But holy hell, if it didn’t take every last ounce of self-control I had to hold the position. His salty cum collected at my lips, threatening to trickle out.
“Are you in control here?” he asked, his gaze pinning me more than the strongest pair of cuffs would.
I jerked my head back and forth.
“Am I in control here, sweetheart?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I moaned, bobbing my head.
“Next time you think it’s a good idea to lie to me, you’d better be ready for the consequences.”
My heart thundered in my ears, and I was mere seconds away from spewing his cum all over the both of us. I needed to breathe!
As if my huge eyes imparted my desperate need for oxygen, he removed the pin. I sucked air through my nose, pulling it deep into my lungs, and thought my heart would pound right out of my chest.
But Rafe wasn’t done playing with me. He trailed his fingertips down the sides of my breasts, over my ribcage, and dipped a finger into my drenched center.
Twisting my nipple between his teeth, he pulled, all the while keeping his eyes on mine.
Grabbing another clothespin, he released my nipple and clamped it.
The grip of that clothespin was torture, yet I liquefied even more around his finger moving in and out of me in unhurried slides.
His lips followed the valley between my breasts as he journeyed to the other side.
I tensed, preparing for the pain of his teeth, followed by another clothespin.
He seemed to take forever drawing my nipple outward until I could hardly stand the pain.
By the time he fastened the second makeshift clamp, my other nipple had gone blessedly numb.
“I love your tits. I love your ass. I love everything about you. I love how you’re holding my cum in your mouth, just because I said so. I fucking love how you’re taking the pain.” He palmed his hard shaft. “Look what you do to me. My cock is incapable of quitting you.”
I blinked against the burn in my eyes, hating my slow surrender to the pull of his words.
“Rule number four,” he reminded me with a growl.
Just like that, the floodgates opened, and my tears hung on my lashes. Then they spilled over so his ravenous tongue could feast on them.