Page 114 of Devious Obsession
“Make me come, and maybe I’ll do the same,” he says.
He lowers his dick to my mouth. I open automatically, but I’m not prepared for him to thrust in as powerfully as if he were taking my pussy. The tip hits the back of my throat, then slides even deeper.
I choke around him.
His balls hit my face.
The humiliation is enough to strangle me—if we forget that I’m already suffocating onhim. He pulls out, inch by inch, and I widen my jaw enough so I won’t bite his dick off. I inhale sharply through my nose, and then he’s filling my throat again.
My hands twist helplessly above me. There’s no way to help myself here—he’s making me take all of it.
And fuck if that’s not turning me on even more.
His fingers part my pussy lips, and I make some deep noise in my throat. A cry and a moan. Tears prick my eyes at his continued invasion down my throat. He gets into a rhythm that lets me take quick, shallow breaths. And after a minute, I suck and swirl my tongue around his shaft. Tasting him and myself.
And then his mouth is on me, and stars spark behind my closed eyelids.
He ravages me. Touching everything but my clit, while his own pace increases. His thrusts get jerkier, his control unraveling.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He sucks my clit into his mouth.
At last.
The sensation decimates me. I lose it, everything pulsing inside me. My heart feels too big for my chest. He thrusts his fingers inside me, giving my cunt something to clench around. I scream around his cock, uncaring that my teeth scrape his length. That my throat is probably giving him some great vibrations.
Suddenly he pulls back until he’s only filling my mouth. He comes. Not down my throat, not on my face. Or my chest. It shoots across my tongue, his cock jerking with the force of it, and I automatically block my throat. It fills my mouth and drips out the corners of my lips, down my face.
I haven’t swallowed by choice since the summer. By choice.
And I’m not about to start now.
Except he’s suddenly spinning around and clamping a hand over my mouth, his faceright there.
“You want me to leave you here until tomorrow morning? Bound up like the little slut you and I both know you are? Then spit it out. I fucking dare you, Aspen. Spit it out and I’ll treat you like a cheap whore. Maybe take some pictures while you’re tied up like this, or put a pretty gag in your mouth.” He glowers at me. “Swallow it and I’ll let you up.”
Not much of a choice here, is there? My eyes are still blurry with tears from the intense throat-fuck, and as I blink, they fall. They roll into my temple, my hairline.
He lifts his palm away from my lips, watching me closely.
I suck in a breath through my nose and weigh my odds.
I believe every threat he’s issued.
That’s my problem, isn’t it?
So I ball my fists and open my throat. And I fucking swallow.
“Good girl,” Steele croons.
He undoes my legs first, then my wrists. Quick, like he knew I wasn’t going to fight him on this. I pull my arms in, tugging his jersey—which has been around my neck this whole time—down over my breasts.
I feel… bare.
