Chapter 19 #2
My body hums at his words, and I work him harder. I can’t control how deep he goes in this position, but I can control the suction.
Until he thrusts into the back of my throat again.
“Relax,” he says, his fingers still rubbing my clit while his other hand comes to my throat. “Open up and take me all the way, sweetheart. You can do it.”
I try to shake my head. It’s way too much. He’s too big and too long and my throat can’t handle it.
“Be a good girl for me. Relax.” His thumb makes gentle strokes over the side of my neck.
I exhale through my nose and force myself to relax. When I do, Blake presses in to the hilt and down my throat.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his hand on my throat tightening. “I can feel my dick in your throat with my hand.” He gives one small thrust, his hand on my throat squeezing.
I gag around him. His balls rest against my nose as he holds himself deep, not thrusting, not moving, just holding himself there in my throat.
I breathe hard through my nose and start to choke, my feet scrambling against the mattress. Panic seeps in as he continues to hold himself there, but then I feel his cock twitch and he comes, spilling down my throat.
I can’t swallow, I’m upside down, and I gag some more. When he finally finishes and pulls himself from my mouth, I cough, all of his cum coming up and running down my face.
Tears pour from my eyes. My throat hurts like hell, my face is covered in spit and cum, and I’m starting to get a blood rush to my head. My arms hurt behind me, my panties are soaked, I’m horny as hell because I didn’t get to come, and I fucking hate him.
Blake slides me backward until my head no longer hangs off the bed, tucks himself back into his pants, then disappears from my room.
More tears fall from my eyes, trickling down my temples and wetting the sheets beneath me. I swear to god, if he’s leaving me tied up here like this, his cum all over my face, I’m going to fucking kill him.
But then he returns with a knife and flips me onto my stomach, my hair flying in my face in the process and getting caught in his cum.
“I’d say we’re even now,” he murmurs as he starts working the blade through the tape.
“I fucking hate you,” I hiss, turning my head to the side to glare back at him. “Get this tape off me and leave.”
He gives the blade one last tug and my arms fall free, my shoulders screaming in the process.
“As you wish.” He tosses the blade onto my nightstand with a smirk, then smacks my ass. “Oh, and Trace? Don’t even think about getting yourself off tonight. From now on, you only come when I’m the one doing it.”
He walks out of my bedroom without so much as a second glance. A minute later, the front door to my apartment closes.
I sit up and stare at my bedroom doorway, half pissed off, half hurt that he actually left. But then his words sink in and I’m fully pissed. He left me and thinks he’s the only one who gets to make me come? Like he has any right to me? I want nothing to do with him anymore.
I tug at a corner of tape on my arm and hiss. He cut the tape so my arms are free, but I still have to remove it all from my skin, and there’s a lot. Plus, his cum is smeared all over my face and in my hair, and he just left me.
Getting up from my bed, I head to the front door to find it locked.
The asshole must have found the spare key under the rug in the hallway.
I grab one of the stools at my island and prop it under the door handle.
At least this way, if he returns, I’ll hear the stool sliding against the floor when he comes in.
Satisfied with my makeshift security, I head to the bathroom to wash my face. When I’ve got as much of the cum from my face and hair as I can get off, I grab my phone, pull up Google, and try to figure out how the hell to get all this tape off my arms without ripping off my skin.
Isopropyl alcohol. Don’t have that. I keep scrolling.
Peanut butter? No, gross. I hate the smell of peanut butter.
Olive oil. I guess I’ll try that. Going back to the kitchen, I grab my bottle of olive oil, and begin the process of slowly and methodically peeling the tape from my arms. But the entire time, my heart aches.
He left me.
He broke in, fucked my throat, and then had the audacity to actually fucking leave.
Blake may as well be dead to me.
Blake
I hop into my truck, start it, but don’t pull away from the curb yet. I can see Tracy’s patio door on the sixth floor from here, and she’s got a light on in the kitchen. Moments later, it turns off.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I send her a text.
Me
Are you still wet for me, sunshine?
I know I’m just asking for a verbal lashing at this point, but I can’t help but instigate with her.
She raised the stakes in this game when she sent me that topless photo, then again when she finger fucked herself in front of me.
And unfortunately for Tracy, there’s no way I’m losing.
Her pussy became my favorite snack when she let me suck her fingers clean in my office, and now I’m quite ravenous.
I’m halfway to hard again already at the thought of getting between her legs and tasting her, of finally getting to see that pretty cunt of hers.
Maybe I should have stayed and gotten her off.
No. She doesn’t get to come when she’s being a brat.
God, I couldn’t even last when I shoved myself down her throat.
Every time she gagged, her throat constricted on my cock, and I couldn’t handle it.
It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Embarrassingly for me, I don’t think I’ve ever come as quick in my life as I did with my dick down her throat.
I’m going to have to pull myself together when I do actually fuck her. I won’t accept anything less than a marathon of fucking.
And it will happen. By god, I’ll have that woman screaming my name and passing out from the pleasure.
I check my phone again, and when ten minutes pass without a reply to my text, I send another.
Me
Are you getting yourself off, sweetheart? After I told you not to?
Do I need to come back up there and punish your throat again?
Sunshine
Fuck. Off.
My lips twitch. Fuck, I love getting under this woman’s skin. I’ve never met someone as unflappable as her, and every time I get her riled up, it turns me on. Because it turns her on.
Maybe it was a little extreme breaking into her apartment, but the way she was begging me to let her come? The way her hips moved against my hand, so desperate for release? Fuck me, it was beautiful.
My fingers fly over the keyboard as I type out my reply.
Me
I’d rather fuck you.
Sunshine
In your dreams
Me
It will be in more than my dreams. You can count on that.
She doesn’t respond, so I toss my phone aside and pull away from the curb. I told Tracy I would ruin her, and I fully intend to. She’ll never be able to be with another man again by the time I’m through with her.