Page 27 of Devious Obsession
He shifts lower, and his dick slips out of my hold. He kisses his way between my breasts, down my sternum. When he reaches my stomach, I suck in my breath. My stomach is soft, round. There are stretch marks that stand out silvery against my pale skin.
“Breathe,” he orders, glancing up to look me in the eye. “There will be a time when you won’t be able to, little viper. Like when I force my cock down your throat. So take what oxygen you can now.”
I don’t want to breathe.
I don’t want him to see me naked—all the way naked.
Somehow, that night at the party felt like a cheat code had been entered into my brain. And last night, I didn’t think about how he may have been judging my body. But right now it’s all I can think about.
He drags my leggings off my hips. I lift a little, helping him move the material past my bruised ass. He pulls them all the way off, my panties with them, and spreads my legs.
“What are you doing?” I sit up and push his face away. “Stop.”
He growls. “What?”
“Stop, I said.” I press my thighs together.
His face was right there.
My face is too hot.
“You’re okay with me fucking you, but not going down on you?” He shakes his head. “Fine.”
He shifts to his knees and grabs his cock, stroking it. He moves to the edge of the bed and parts his legs. Giving me an even better view of him. “Come here.”
I start to rise.
“No,” he interrupts. “No, Aspen. Crawl to me.”
My face burns.
I watch him, waiting for the punchline. Or the smile. But it doesn’t come. He just jerks himself off maddeningly slow.
“Crawl. To. Me.”
Fuck.
There’s no blackmail here. There’s no physical force. But I feel the weight of his order sitting on my chest as clearly as his hand around my throat.
This is punishment. For not giving him what he wanted. For not lying there and letting him lick—
My heart hammers, and I drop to my hands and knees. My head stays down, my gaze locked on the floor, as I crawl across my room to him. I ignore that my panties are still caught around my ankles, that my shirt and bra are loose on either side of my body. My breasts hang down. It’s embarrassing.
Shameful.
I don’t stop until I see his socked feet, and his hand curls under my chin. He guides my face up, and I glare up at him from my position on the floor.
Then my lips part, and the head of his cock is slipping between my teeth.
I swirl my tongue around him, furious at myself for getting into this position. Furious for letting him humiliate me like this.
His hand leaves my chin and moves to the side of my head. His fingers slide into my hair, and he grunts when I take more of him in my mouth. I let my teeth trail along his shaft for a moment, and his grip on my hair tightens almost painfully.
I don’t bite him, though. I suck, and my cheeks hollow out. He moves my head back and forth, fucking my mouth but forcing me to do the work. I choke and gag when he hits the back of my throat. Spit drips out of my open mouth, trailing down his shaft. He rocks his hips forward and goes farther into my throat. Then again, and deeper.
I squeeze his thighs. Dig my nails into his jeans.
His assault goes on and on, until my jaw aches and my mind stops working. Until I think he may keep me here forever.
