Chapter 9 #2
“Let me.” I get my wrist free of his grip, and bring both hands to his belt. “You want this. I want this. What’s the problem?”
The lie tastes bitter on my tongue. I don’t want this—not really. What I want is leverage. Trust. A crack in his control I can exploit. But my body’s singing a different song, arousal making me slick between my thighs.
His belt comes undone with a clink that echoes in the concrete room. My fingers work at the button, the zipper, all while he stands frozen above me like touching me might shatter whatever control he’s clinging to.
When I finally free him from the confines of his pants, the moan that escapes me is entirely genuine.
“Fuck.”
He’s massive—thick enough that I’m not sure my fingers would meet wrapped around him, with length that makes my inner walls clench in anticipation. But it’s the piercing that steals my breath. A Prince Albert, the silver barbell glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
My thighs press together, trying to ease the sudden, violent ache between them.
This is so fucking wrong, but my body doesn’t care about the concrete cell or the power dynamic or the fact that he literally owns me right now.
All it knows is that I want him inside me with an intensity that borders on pain.
“Beautiful,” I breathe, and hate myself for meaning it.
His cock twitches at the word, a bead of precum forming at the tip. I lean forward, let my tongue dart out to taste him. Salt, heat and a flavor uniquely male that makes my mouth water.
“Jesus Christ.” His hand tangles in my hair, not pulling, just holding, like he needs the anchor.
I wrap my lips around the head, careful of the piercing. The metal is cool against my tongue, a stark contrast to the burning heat of his flesh. I suck gently, learning the shape of him, the weight.
His grip tightens in my hair. “Jenna—”
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. The stretch makes my jaw ache, but I push forward, wanting to see how much I can handle. The piercing drags along my tongue with each movement, a strange sensation that sends sparks straight to my clit.
My hand wraps around what I can’t fit in my mouth, stroking in time with the bob of my head. He’s rock-hard, veins prominent beneath silk-soft skin. I pull back to trace one with my tongue, base to tip, before sucking him back down.
“Stop—fuck—you need to—” But his hips jerk forward, betraying what he really wants.
I hum around him, letting the vibration travel through his length. My free hand cups his balls, rolling them gently, and the sound he makes is barely human.
His control snaps.
The hand in my hair becomes a fist, yanking my head back before slamming me down onto his cock. The piercing catches the back of my throat and I gag hard, eyes watering instantly.
“Fuck, your mouth,” he growls through the mask, already pulling back to thrust again. “This what you wanted?”
I can’t answer—can’t breathe—as he sets a brutal pace. My hands fly to his thighs for balance, but he’s not letting me control anything anymore. He holds my head still and fucks into my throat like he’s trying to break me.
Tears stream down my face as I choke on him. Spit drips from my chin, messy and degrading. The concrete bites into my knees, but all I can focus on is the violent slide of his cock hitting the back of my throat over and over.
And the wetness between my legs.
Every thrust, every gag, every desperate attempt to breathe sends another pulse of heat straight to my clit. My panties are soaked through, thighs clenching uselessly. The wrongness of it—being used like this in a concrete cell by my captor—only makes me wetter.
“Look at you.” His voice is barely human. “Choking on my cock like a good little acquisition.”
I gag again as he pushes deeper, holding me there. Black spots dance at the edges of my vision. My throat convulses around him, trying to accommodate his size, the piercing adding another sensation that makes my eyes roll back.
When he finally pulls out, I gasp for air, coughing and sputtering. Spit connects my mouth to his cock in obscene strings. Before I can catch my breath properly, he’s pushing back in, using my mouth with single-minded focus.
My nails dig into his thighs. Not to stop him—I couldn’t if I wanted to—but to ground myself as he takes what he wants. My jaw aches, throat raw, but my pussy throbs in time with his thrusts.
“Mine,” he snarls, punctuating the word with a particularly deep thrust. “Every fucking inch of you.”
The words set me ablaze, my body responding to the possessive claim even as my mind rebels against it. His thrusts become erratic, losing their punishing rhythm. The hand in my hair tightens to the point of pain.
“Gonna—fuck—”
He slams in one final time, cock pulsing as he empties himself down my throat. The first spurt hits the back of my throat directly, giving me no choice but to swallow or choke. The piercing drags against my soft palate as he grinds against my face, hips jerking with each pulse.
“Every drop.” His voice comes out commanding. “Swallow every fucking drop.”
I work my throat around him, swallowing as he fills my mouth. The taste is bitter-salt, thick, and copious. He seems to come forever, cock twitching with aftershocks as I struggle to take it all.
My eyes water fresh tears as I fight not to gag. His grip keeps me pressed against him, nose buried in the coarse hair at his base, unable to pull back for air. Black spots dance at the edges of my vision again.
When he finally releases my hair, I pull off with a wet gasp, coughing. A string of saliva mixed with cum connects my lips to his softening cock before breaking. I can feel the mess on my face—tears, spit, the remnants of him I couldn’t quite swallow.
My throat feels raw, used. The taste of him coats my mouth, inescapable. Between my legs, my pussy throbs with unfulfilled need, panties soaked through from arousal I hate myself for feeling.
He tucks himself back into his pants with shaking hands. Those eyes study me where I kneel on the concrete, taking in my ruined appearance with an intensity that makes me want to hide.
But there’s nowhere to go. Nothing to do but kneel here with his taste in my mouth and wait for whatever comes next.