He brings a television I didn’t know was here into the room and sets it up, putting a movie on as he climbs in next to me. “We’re leaving tomorrow.” He finally speaks. My body locks up tight. “And you will stay with me. Remember what I said, Everly.”
I don’t answer him, so he grabs my face and turns me to face him.
“Everly?” he asks again.
“I remember.”
“Are you feeling better, because I would like to have you again before we go.” My thighs clench and he notices. “Okay, your mouth then?”
“No.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “I should tell you now… no between you and me doesn’t work very well. Especially when it comes to your body.”
“Fine, if you don’t like the word no, let me stick a dick up your ass.”
“No.”
I mimic him. “I should tell you now, no between you and me doesn’t work very well,” I say in the best manly voice I can muster.
“You’re making me mad, Everly.”
“You’re making me mad, Gunner,” I mimic again.
He moves fast, so fucking fast.
The food that was on the bed is now on the floor and my hands that were at my sides are raised above my head. He reaches for something next to him, and when I see it’s rope, I struggle even more to get free. Of course, he doesn’t let me. Tying each hand up, he sits back on me so I can’t move. Even if I tried to buck him off, it would do no good, he’s stronger than I am. That won’t stop me from trying, though.
“Everly, Everly…”
I knew the good part of him wouldn’t last long. It was only a matter of time before his devil came out to play.
“Gunner the asshole,” I chime back. I shouldn’t. I’m tied up underneath him while he sits on me. I’m at his mercy. He stands and steps next to me on my side of the bed and removes his sweatpants. I’m in a shirt. This seems to be his preference for me.
“Everly, let’s not resort to that. Unless you like it when I’m mad.” He strokes my face, my hands tied up over my head on the bedpost. He now stands in front of me naked, and hard. Gunner’s cock right in my face. His hand leaves my cheek and goes down, until he reaches my bare pussy. He strokes it and I flinch.
“I could fuck this.” He pushes a finger in, and I try to close my legs but it’s useless. Then he removes it and places it in his mouth, licking me off before he brings it back to my face. “Or this.” He runs that same finger on the outside of my mouth circling my lips. “Tell me, which do you prefer?”
He’s giving me a choice? I don’t believe him, so I keep my lips closed. He takes that as an answer and climbs back on the bed. Then he sits on me and comes to my eye level.
“I’m going to be a good husband, and let your sweet pussy heal. It needs to heal, so I can have you in our home, as man and wife, so I’m going to take your mouth.” He stops talking and gets to his knees so his hard cock is in my face. His rough hands reach for my hair and pulls it back, so I have to look up to him. “If you bite it, Everly, I will take your ass. Do you understand me?”
I clench my ass.
No way.
No fucking way.
“Good girl.” The grip he has on my hair pulls my head down, and the other opens my mouth. Then he pushes his cock in so far that I start gagging. “Don’t spew on me, Everly, or you won’t like the outcome. Just breathe.”
Somehow, I manage to take in a breath as he grips my hair harder and pushes in and out, in and out, his cock hitting the back of my throat causing my gag instinct to kick in every time.
My hands are still tied.
I’m unable to do a thing.
Except suck his cock.
The hand that was opening my mouth moves to my breast and he starts squeezing, hard. I cross my legs over and over again.
I’m wet—for him.
And I like it.
Why do I like it?
Fuck! I hate that I like it.
I look up at him to see he’s already watching me. He’s always assessing my reactions. It’s like he’s studying me, and he seems to know what my body likes better than I do. He smirks as my tongue starts to move on its own. His grip loosens, and he isn’t so violent to the point where he’s pulling out my hair now.
His finger circles my nipple and pulls, his hips thrust forward and back because I can’t move my head.
“See, Everly, you like it.”