Page 89 of Point Proven
Shoulders curling, another heave came as he struggled to adjust to my unexpected intrusion. He kicked his legs slightly, battling to catch even the slightest breath, only to realize there was only one way he’d be able to. Responding just as I wished, his mouth loosened around me, saliva squelching as he worked to suck in oxygen while taking me equally.
Continuing my merciless strides, I met his stare, offering a cheeky grin. His brows pinched slightly, but he didn’t have a fucking clue until my thumb and pointer clasped around his nostrils, ridding him of the excess air he’d worked to gain.“You’ve been fucking flaring these at me all evening. So, I’m going to continue fucking your pretty throat until your lips turn blue and you drip your seed over the bed.”
He attempted to draw back in response, trying to escape my hold, but it only encouraged me to force myself even deeper. Rasped gargles followed as I continued my assault on the back of his throat, watching as the blush covering his cheeks worked to consume the rest of his face.
“Mhm. Like that. Keep your eyes on me.”
A single tear slipped from his waterline as he trained his caramel stare on me. The shade of red suffusing his skin deepened, his lids fluttering slightly as his tugs against the bindings weakened.
“God, you’re beautiful when you’re swallowing me.”
Another thrust of my hips had me nearly seeing stars, but not yet. This was only the fucking appetizer, and I needed Thorne to be a whimpering, fucking mess by the end. With one final stride, I released my grip on his nose and yanked my length from his mouth. Drool slipped down his chin, still connected to my cock as I slapped it gently against his parted lips.
“Fuck. Look at your mouth dripping. What’s worse? That, or your fucking ass? Hmm?”
Gasping for air, a slew of coughs racked his frame, replacing any form of utterance. He wheezed sharply, chin quivering as his throat bobbed, its soreness already decipherable by the way he winced.
Pressing a kiss over his Adam’s apple, I trailed up his jaw, providing praise for what he’d endured. “You take direction so well, baby. Breathe slowly through it.”
He merely groaned, the sound of it far gruffer than usual. Head falling back against the mattress once more, his arms slackened with the shift, the fight he had dying out almost completely.
Shuffling lower, my tongue lapped at his nipple, paying close attention to the metal ball before gripping it between my top teeth and pulling. He moaned headily as he lifted his chest toward my face, begging for more by mere action.
“F-Fuck… Oren…”
“Mmm.” Nipping at the bud, I gave the other the same attention before straightening. “You’re so quiet. Did I fuck your throat that rough, or are you still angry?”
“Rough,” he breathed, and I could hear it—the slight rasp at the end of the word.
Pride swelled from tainting him, and it wouldn’t end there. I wanted to degrade him, punish him for thinking so little of himself. I wanted… wanted this to be a moment he would always look back on, remembering how much power I held over him. This was my devotion to take care of him.
And maybe that’s why I reached over to his nightstand, pulling the gun from the drawer as my thumb glided over the safety. Keeping it locked in place, I pressed the barrel flush against his chest, right between his beautifully bound tits.
Running it along the rope, I traced the outline of them, attentively sweeping it against the thick cord. “Will this get you to shut up? Tolistento me about how perfect you are?”
A shuddered breath left him, his cock twitching with the threat. Tongue trailing across his lips, he held my gaze, only offering me a curt nod.
Bringing it to his lips, I tapped them twice, tugging against the bottom one lightly. “Myslutty good boy.”
He parted further, eyes unmoving from mine as he looked up at me beneath hooded lids with undeniable submission. It was a sight I would never tire of, seeing him succumb to such obedience when he could easily take me if he desired. There was no questioning our difference in size, but the moment I stood over him, he knelt without me having to utter a single command.
“Oh? You’re begging me to throat fuck you again? It wasn’t enough with my cock, so you wantthistoo?” Inching the metal past his teeth, I kept my eyes fixed on his.
Groaning, he shifted his hips without pulling them from the bed. Need bloomed in his honeyed irises as he flattened his tongue on the underside of the barrel. “Mmm…”
“Beautiful. Keep coating it so it slides nice and easy into your tight ass.”
My encouragement seemed to ignite his action, the pinky, spongy organ lapping against the soulless metal without question. Sucking on it greedily, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and onto his chin. His sudden eagerness made me ache, the idea of him so willing to have me fuck him with something so lethal awakening my darkness even further.
Once it was satisfactorily slick, I slipped it out, a trail of his hard work attached to the iron. “Mmm, look how soaked it is.” Positioning myself at his entrance, I pressed the wet gun against him. “Are you going to take it to the handle? Widen for me so I can fuck you like the filthy whore you are?”
“Yes…” he breathed, back arching with desire. “Please…”
Sliding it in an inch, I worked it back and forth, thrusting it with slow, taunting movements that I used to open him further. With each pass, he stretched, taking more of the forbidden weapon as I groaned at the sight.
“Shit. You’re swallowing it like a goddamn greedy man.”
A gasped moan was his answer, his body tensing slightly as I pushed it forward even more. “Shit…”
