Page 45 of Lessons in Cruelty

She flinches when I knock off her cap, but her eyes stay shut until I grab her small ponytail and start pushing her head down.

Startled blue eyes pop open.

I press my thumb against her bottom lip, tugging down hard, pulling her jaw open.

“See that cock down there?” I grate out, glancing down at the bulge beneath my sweatpants. “You’re gonna suck it until I’m convinced you’re not lying.”

Anger fills her eyes. “No fucking way!”

I grab her and shove her under the table. She cries out when something—an arm, a leg—hits the edge of the wood, and immediately tries to scramble out from under it.

I slam my sneaker into the central table leg, and she runs into it. She turns and tries to go the other way, but I stick my leg out on that side too. When she ducks to go under, I grab her hair and wrench her back.

There’s just enough space between the bench and the table for a small sliver of light to hit her face as I arch her neck back so she’ll look at me.

Both her hands go to her hair, Haven wincing as she tries to untangle my fingers. She stops when I shove my hand down the front of my sweatpants and drag out my cock.

Shock, then horror, crawls onto her face.

“No,” she whispers.

Her eyes fly up to mine like she’s trying to find evidence that this is just some silly joke, that I’m going to laugh and push her away and tell her to ‘shove off’ like I did when I was a kid.

I couldn’t, even if I tried.

As soon as she looked at my cock, I wanted her lips wrapped around it.

There’s confusion on her face, like she’s trying to convince me she doesn’t know how sucking dick works.

“You hit your head so hard last night, you forget how this works, Heavenly? Open your mouth and swallow me down your throat.”

She resists when I push her head closer to my lap, her eyes darting from my face to my cock like she can’t decide which is more fear-inspiring.

“Don’t do this,” she begs quietly.

“You did this to yourself.” I stroke my cock with one hand, doing it slow and hard because just the thought of what’s about to happen has already got me ready to fucking blow.

“I warned you, and you wouldn’t listen.”

Her mouth opens for another pointless protest, and I use that wet hole to my advantage.

I hiss when her warm lips touch my cock and then flash a smile when she makes a face at the taste of the precum coating my crown.

“Not as sweet as that apple pie, is it?” I murmur. “But it gets better, I promise.”

She tries to turn her head, but all it takes is a twist of the hand in her hair before she whimpers and opens her mouth for me.

“No biting. If I feel teeth, I’m dragging you onto this table and fucking your ass until it bleeds.”

Haven shuts her eyes as if to block out the sight of my cock, and again, that resistance melts away. But she can’t possibly know how I like it, so I keep a hand in her hair and I guide her head into my lap so my cock slides all the way to the back of her throat.

The last thing I want is to end up with puke on me, so I only keep my cock there for a second before dragging it out. She still gags, but I only chuckle at her theatrics before forcing myself down her throat again.

“Good, Miss H, good. All that practice has really paid off.”

She makes an angry sound, glancing up at me with a harsh frown. Light slices across her face, catching just one iris in a blaze of blue and navy.

“Don’t make that face. You love this, you fucking slut.”