Chapter 30
MIA
I’m wild, undone, and as unpredictable as the storm that brews outside.
While the rain pounds against the windows, so does my heart in my chest. I have spent half the night in restless sleep, caught between lucid dreams and waking fragments.
I’ve heard snippets of their conversations, but the loudest voice has been his.
Sonny sifts through my mind as if he’s always been there.
“Are you my Skelker?” I ask as I wrap my hand around his cock.
He shifts, lifting his hips. “Yes, and you’re my whore.”
His degradation does something to my nervous system. It sends little butterflies fluttering in my stomach. It shouldn’t, but it does. “Is that all I am to you? A vessel for your deviancy.”
“You’re mine in every sense. Now put my cock in your mouth and show me what a good girl you are.” His eyes are ravenous, burning with golden light like burnt sugar and liquid copper, a swirl of transmuted metals.
I squeeze him hard at the base. “You’re my Sonny, and I’m your Mia. And I will untie you when you agree and mean it.”
Anger flickers through his eyes. He’s not used to being told what to do. He hates giving up control. For the most part, I prefer being a sub, but I have to assert some level of dominance right now. Or else he’ll tear me to shreds.
“I will do no such thing,” he growls.
His cock is so fucking hard and thick. But the shards of bone that dot the length of his shaft are as intimidating as they are inviting. I run my tongue along each one, from tip to base, relishing the way his spiny veins pulsate around them in response.
“Mia, fucking hell. Feast on me. Devour me,” he commands.
I tease him some more by licking light circles around his glistening tip.
I suck gently, drawing his pre cum into my mouth.
Fuck, he even tastes unnatural. It’s more sweet than salty and thicker than most. I moan as a frenzy comes over me.
I want more. I need to make him cum so I can have more. Fuck.
I take the entire length of him in my mouth and a low growl emanates from deep within his chest. He flexes and constricts as he throbs against the inside of my cheeks. “Fuck, you take me well. Relax your throat and breathe through your nose, dark one.”
My pussy trembles with need. I suck hard, savoring the sweat and pre cum and the heat from his skin.
I’m a greedy little slut, collecting his fluids like an addict.
I want his essence injected straight into my veins.
And I want to please him as much as I want to swallow him whole.
So I do as he says while still trying to hold onto my control.
I take a deep breath and grab onto his hips as I lower myself down farther. I immediately flinch when the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. And he’s only halfway in. Fuck. My stomach gurgles in response.
“Hold still. Don’t force it,” he rasps. “Good. Now focus on your breathing.”
Shards of bone dig into my cheeks. The fact that he hasn’t cum yet shows he has way more self-control than me. My pussy is so wet from this; I am on the verge of exploding without even being touched.
I inhale slowly through my nose and slide down another inch. My chest constricts. Fuck. I’m going to choke.
“Eyes on me, Mia. Don’t move. Just keep breathing. You’re doing so good,” he coaxes.
We lock eyes, and I feel his approval. It makes me feel alive.
His praise is like a fucking drug. Like the poison I can’t get enough of.
Now I wonder if this would’ve been better if I’d freed him from his restraints first. Or maybe it would’ve been worse.
He is keeping his cool because he has to.
He can’t move. But if his hands were free, he may not be this patient or this gentle.
My chest tightens as I take another inch of his cock down my throat. There’s little room for air. The thought of holding my breath and possibly blacking out sends a flurry of spasms to my core.
“A few more shallow breaths, Mia. You are doing so fucking good. I wish you could see how pretty you look for me. One more inch. You’re almost there.” His coaxing makes me want to do good for him.
In fact, there’s nothing I desire more in this moment than to please him. My pulse beats loud in my ears. I can do this. His shaft is taut, slick with sweat. He’s ready. He wants to cum so bad, but he’s holding back for me. This keeps me from tapping out.
I take a few more breaths through my nose. These last ones burn as my nostrils are raw and tender from carrying the weight of my survival. I lock my gaze onto his as I lower myself the rest of the way down. I don’t stop until my swollen lips touch the skin of his base.
“That’s it. Look at you. How does my cock feel in your throat? I want you to hold it there for me. Let’s see how long you can.” He trembles slightly. I can literally feel him trying not to unravel.
My throat burns. I take a few more breaths, but it’s too much. His cock starts to swell, and I pull up. “Oh, fuck,” I rasp between coughing.
He looks at me in awe. “Let me up, Mia. Please. I need to touch you.”
I nod and free his ankles first. I give in because I need him to touch me as well. The second I free his right hand, he wraps it around my throat. But instead of squeezing the life out of me, he gently massages his fingers into the sides. “Are you ready to swallow every fucking drop of my cum?”
My pussy tingles. “Yes.” I free his left hand, and without warning, he lifts me off the bed and backs me into the wall.
I yelp as he hikes my legs up around his waist. “I’m going to start in your cunt and finish in your mouth.”
I cry out as he enters me. “Sonny…”
He slams into me with a force that threatens to break through walls. “You’ve only begun to feel my wrath, dark one. I will be torturing you for the inconceivable future.”
I grab onto his antlers. If this is what torture feels like, I don’t ever want him to stop. His mouth finds mine before I can respond with my planned snarky retort. And I drown in him. Our tongues flick together as my pussy unfurls for him, stretching wider as the bones in his shaft rub me raw.
“You feel so good,” I admit. He is my Skelker. Mine. And I want him to know that.
“Mmm, I’m close.” Thrust. “I’m going to make your throat feel so much better.”
I arch my back against the wall, my lips salivating for him. My jaw tingles at the thought of tasting him. “Yeah. I want it. Please.”
“You fucking whore.” He pumps twice more, then pulls out. In one swift move, he throws me back onto the bed and straddles me. He slaps his cock against my lips. “Stick out your tongue. Now.”
I open my mouth just as his cum shoots forward. A gurgled cry resounds from his chest. He roars as he slides his cock to the back of my tongue. He grips the base of my throat in his hands, rubbing my tender flesh with his thumbs. “I love feeling your throat bob as you drink.”
His cum is thicker than the others. And so sweet. It’s like nectar from the gods. The unholy ones. If there’s anything that solidifies that he’s the most dangerous predator in this realm, it’s this. Holy shit. I don’t just drink, I guzzle.
“Oh, does my little whore like the way I taste? Yeah, she does, doesn’t she?” He reaches behind and slaps my pussy. “Now you will moan for me.”
I flinch as the sting turns into a wave of intense pleasure. I whimper and try to pull away from his cock, but it’s no use.
“Ah, where do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could stop sucking me yet.” He gives my pussy another hard slap. “I’m going to make you cum like this. And then you’re going to admit how much you love it when I hurt you.”
Oh, fuck.
He turns sideways but manages to keep his cock inside my mouth. He slips my wrists back into their restraints. “There, that’s better. Spread your legs wider.”
I am a dribbling, panting mess. He has me tied up again and at his mercy. And all I can do is obey. Because I am his fucking whore.
Good girl. He says in my mind to show me how he can still violate me in every way.
He gives my pussy another slap. And another. I bounce up and down as he punishes my pussy with quick little snaps of his wrist. Each one stings more than the last. My pleasure builds in my clit first, then spreads to every inch of my traitorous cunt.
He pulls out of my mouth so he can rub the tip across my lips. “I’m going to stick around so I can hate-fuck you like this for the rest of your pathetic life.”
“And I will loathe every second of it,” I lie.
“Please, you’ll be on your knees every day, begging me for more.” He slaps his cock against my mouth.
“Yeah, only to get you to shut up. All you do is talk, talk, talk. In my head, my ear… ancient ritual this and cursed bloodline that…”
He chuckles, but his eyes darken. “Cum for me, Mia. Take all your petty frustrations out on my fingers. Cum for your Skelker.”
Well, that does it. My entire body convulses as he shatters me. I open my mouth to scream but gag instead as he thrusts his cock back inside my throat. I cum so much that it soaks the bed. He pulls out of my mouth as I writhe and twist in my restraints.
“What are you, Mia?”
“I’m your whore.”
“What? I can’t hear you.” He pinches my nipple hard between his fingers and twists just like I did to him earlier.
I yelp and nearly pass out from the pain. “I’m your whore.”
“Make me believe you,” he roars. “Scream it for me.”
“I’m. Your. Fucking. Whore.” I yell it so loudly that his eyes widen. Then his lips curl up into a sadistic smirk.
He slaps my pussy over and over again as I unleash. The sounds that leave my own throat startle me, but they please him, and that makes me cum even harder. His eyes are ablaze with desire as he watches me unravel for him.
He caresses my folds as I come down, tickling the outer sensitive edges with light little strokes. “I control this, Mia. This side of you belongs to me and only me.” He traces gentle circles around my nipples before finally freeing me from the restraints.