“Such a pretty little whore,” he grunts as he thrusts into my mouth, fucking it with vigor and force.
He pushes his cock to the back of my throat. I’m losing control, and my worst fear is what this man will do to me if I dare barf on his dick. Axel doesn’t seem to care that I’m gagging. It seems to turn him on, which shouldn’t shock me since I’m on my knees wearing my period blood on my face, courtesy of him.
His hand fists my throat, constricting my breathing even more. Oh, God, he’s going to kill me. The knowledge should make me bite down on his steel rod and run, but my pussy is so wet I’m about to hump the forest grounds, hoping to relieve the ache.
“Keep looking at me, pretty girl,” Ronan coos.
Ronan, being the smooth talker out of the three, makes sense. The guys got a reputation with women more infamous than Leonardo DiCaprio. Both rich and beautiful, the son of a Russian Oligarch with rumored ties to the Bratva and one of the most beautiful Bollywood stars to have ever lived.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Ronan encourages. “Relax your throat and take him like a good girl. You’re making us so happy with your perfect mouth.”
Axel and Ronan are both active participants in my degrading sexual awakening, but I spot Kian from the corner of my eye. His brows are furrowed, one strand of his shaggy, black hair falling over his wicked green eyes, his arms crossed as he leans casually against a tree. His gaze is on me, watching the show unfold, but he looks disinterested, almost bored. I don’t know why it bothers me to see him like that, but it does. I should be relieved he hasn’t touched me, especially knowing what he’s capable of, but his distance heightens my insecurity. I don’t appreciate the intrusive thoughts rattling in my brain about my weight or the fact that I don’t appeal to him. Now I want to kick my ass for putting myself down. I know I’m attractive, but sometimes the bullshit that’s taunted me thanks to the fucked-up superficial world we live in weasels into my mind and tries to undermine what I know to be the truth.
Axel doesn’t have the same problem as Kian. He presses the back of my head against the trunk of a tree as he continues to assault my throat mercilessly. I gag, desperate for relief, but he doesn’t care. The harder I struggle, the more he pushes my boundaries. And as much as I hate to admit it, I’m turned on—more turned on than I’ve ever been.
“Looks like our kitten has superior cock sucking skills,” Axel grunts as he pulls out of my mouth.
I gasp for breath. My head falls forward, and saliva cascades from my open mouth, gliding down my chin and falling on the dirt. My head is yanked back, and I’m forced to gaze directly into Axel’s blue eyes while he slaps my face with his hand. “You’re so pretty with your mouth open, begging for cock. A perfect little whore for us to use and play with.”
I should be furious at how he’s talking to me, about being called a whore, but I’m so horny and desperate to come, I’d let him call me anything to get some relief.
I move my head forward, sticking out my tongue as I try to lick the tip of Axel’s cock as he holds it away from me. “Please,” I beg. I’m so pathetic, but I’ll worry about that another day.
Axel taunts me by rubbing the tip of his cock along my lips. “You’re so pretty when you’re begging to be my cum dumpster.”
Humiliation washes over me, but I can’t deny his words.
“Take out your tits,” Kian’s says, pulling me from my trance.
My eyes shift toward his Italian black leather shoes as they crunch the forest debris beneath them. I’m paralyzed, a marionette to be used by my puppet masters.
Kian walks in front of me, and Axel moves out of the way. “You won’t like it if I have to tell you again. Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”
Now isn’t the best time to show resistance, but I can’t help it. I stay in my current position, ignoring Kian’s’ demands. My defiance doesn’t anger him. Instead, he stands there and smirks at me as if proud of my behavior. His hands gently move through my hair, and I think I’ve done the right thing until I feel the burn on my scalp. Tears stream down my face, the pain unbearable.
He lifts me by my hair and shoves me onto the cold ground. “Sweet Girl, when I ask you to do something, you better jump. The more you resist, slut, the more I’ll hurt you.” He grabs my hand and places it on his steel cock. “Hurting you makes me hard as fuck.”