Page 402 of Knox Academy Omnibus
He throws me back onto the bed, and my breasts bounce from the impact. I watch through lust-filled eyes as he picks up his belt and brings it closer to me. Crawling up the bed on his knees, he binds my wrists together.
“You don’t get to touch me. Naughty sluts should do as they’re told.”
He spreads my legs so that he’s kneeling between them and brings his hand down hard on my pussy. I hiss at the contact buthe soothes the pain by massaging my mound with the heel of his palm. He keeps moving his hand in circles until he feels me relax against him. The moment I do, he stops.
He rolls me onto my stomach and pulls my ass into the air, running a finger down my ass and into my core. Plunging deep, he then trails back up to my ass, using my juices to lubricate the sensitive spot. Gliding his thumb across the sensitive hole. My ass moves high into the air as he removes his thumb and teases me back and forth.
A minute later, his tongue replaces his fingers and I tense. It’s such an…alien feeling. But once I relax, I realise how good it feels. In no time he has me panting, pussy clenching looking for its release.
“So responsive…if only Slate were here to take you in the ass. You love that, don’t you? Having both of us at the same time.”
I make a small noise at the thought, and wetness pools between my thighs.
“Answer me,” he demands, bringing his hand down across the back of my legs, my throbbing pussy enjoying the sting of his hand.
When I don’t answer, he wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head back, his lips resting beside my ear.
“I asked you a question. Do you want my brother to fuck you in the ass while my cock is deep inside your pussy?”
“Yes,” I pant as he uses his free hand to rub his thick shaft along my slit, thrusting forward at my affirmative answer.
He releases my hair and his thumb rims my ass again sending shockwaves through my body as he slowly pushes it inside me.
As quick as it’s in, he removes it again.
“Onyx, please.” I feel bereft. I want it back. Need more.
“That’s it, baby, beg me.”
I beg. I beg him to use me, to fuck me, to punish me. I want him in any way he’s willing to give. I need to see the broken, bent and twisted parts of him, and I want him to see that I can handle it, that I’m not made of glass.
His hands fall to my hips and his punishing thrusts quickly start to build an orgasm inside me, but he pulls out suddenly. I cry at the loss of fullness as he slides off the bed and pulls me off with him.
He puts me on my knees.
“You wanted to be on your knees earlier, now it’s your turn to taste how much your sweet pussy loves my cock.”
With his fingers tangled in my mess of curls, he guides me onto his length. I can taste my arousal on him, in fact, I smell it before he even presses past my lips. It makes my mouth water until he sets the pace, thrusting himself deep down my throat. Drool spills down my chin as I gag from the intrusion.
“Those noises turn me on so fucking bad,” he groans, thrusting forward to make me gag again. I do, and his cock twitches between my lips. He really does love this. He gets off on the power, but the realisation that my submission, my powerlessness, turns him on, actually makes me feel more empowered than I thought possible.
I submit, relaxing, and taking his face fucking like a good little rag doll. It’s brutal. Bruising and savage, and he forces himself deeper with every thrust. I’m fucking soaked with arousal and my clit is throbbing. I want to reach down and touch myself, but I know he wouldn’t allow it.
He grabs my face and holds me still, his cock suddenly feeling even bigger than Kalen’s as it fills my throat, and he doesn’t release me. I can’t breathe…just as panic sets in he suddenly releases me.
“Fuck,” he roars pulling back and pushing me away. I gasp for air, spluttering and coughing, my eyes streaming. My throat is so sore. My eyes are stinging. Even my nose hurts.
“I just want to hurt you. I enjoy it. I want to wrap my hand around your dainty little neck and squeeze. To make you come just as you start to lose consciousness.”
“What are you waiting for?” I stammer between snatched gulps of air. I’m still trying to recover from the raw throat fucking he just gave me, and I don’t even know what I’m taunting him into. Only that I want it.
He hesitates. I see the indecisiveness in his eyes, weighing up his options. He really wants this, but he’s scared I can’t handle it. I’m scared of what will happen to our relationship if he doesn’t at leasttry.
He makes the right choice.
Stalking towards me, pulling me to my feet by the belt wrapped around my wrists, he drags me over to the wall and holds my hands above my head with one of his hands. He uses his free hand to help me wrap my legs around his waist as he enters me. With one last smirk he starts to thrust and his right hand wraps around my throat. With each forceful thrust his grip tightens until the air is coming in like a slow trickle but the pleasure is building.
The only sound in the room is our slick bodies moving together.
