“Are you done?” Ryker asks, pointing at the tray.
“Yes,” I nod.
“Drink a little more.” He picks up the orange juice and holds it to my lips. I take a few sips before I taste the bitterness it leaves behind on my tongue. I try to pull away, but Ryker grabs the back of my head. “Just a little more, Sugar.”
A single tear escapes from the corner of my eye, as I finish the last bit of the juice helplessly. I didn’t think they would kill me with poison. At least that’s not his normal MO. Maybe he is just drugging me so I’ll be quiet while he tortures me.
“Don’t cry.” He wipes the tear away and takes the tray from my lap. “It’s just something to help you sleep.”
Either the drug works fast or it’s his promising words that make me suddenly sleepy. My eyelids turn extremely heavy and the urge to lie down and cuddle up in this bed overcomes me.
Ryker helps me into bed before he gets comfortable next to me. He turns me over so we’re both lying on our sides facing each other. With his face only inches from mine, I get a real chance to study him.
He is strikingly handsome, a perfect disguise for the evil man hiding beneath. He is a predator in every way, luring in his victims, making them feel safe, before striking… going in for the kill.
“I want to be inside you so bad,” he admits. “I want to shove my cock between these plump lips.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, reminding me how he did the same earlier when he smeared his cum onto them.
“Okay,” I whisper, shocking myself. Why did I say that? Maybe it’s the drug coursing through my veins talking. Either way, I regret saying it as soon as I see Ryker’s eyes light up, like I just gave him the key to the kingdom. I guess in a way I did.
“You think you can handle that? Me shoving my cock down your throat?”
“I-I don’t know,” I say honestly.
Swallowing down my fear, I concentrate on the warmth in my core. I’m scared, but also turned on by his crude words. I like it rough, but something tells me Ryker is going to go further than what I’m used to.
“I guess we’ll find out.” He smirks before sitting up and scooting back against the headboard. With a tug of my upper arms, he positions me so I’m on all fours in front of him with my head above his crotch.
He frees his cock. It’s so hard and swollen it looks painful. A hue of purple tints the mushroom head.
“This is going to be fast and rough,” Ryker warns, “but I’ll take care of you after.”
I’m not sure whattaking care of memeans, but I don’t get to dwell on that thought, since he grabs my head with both hands and pulls me forward. I open my mouth and he fills it with his dick.
He shoves himself deep, forcing my head down until my chin is touching his balls and his cock is bumping against the back of my throat. I gag, my back arching as I heave. He pulls out and I suck in a ragged breath before he thrusts back inside just as deep.
Continuing the movement, he becomes more frantic and forceful with each thrust. If it wasn’t for the drug making me loopy, I’m sure I would panic right now, but I’m in some sort of daze.
The gagging becomes less as I get used to the intrusion. I let him use my mouth, let him guide me, even though I’m still choking. My vision has gone so blurry, I can’t make out his features.
When he comes, his cock is so far buried into my throat I don’t even taste his cum. He stills with a grunt, his fingers digging into my scalp as he holds me in place.
When he releases me, I suck in much needed oxygen. I’m still gasping for air when Ryker grabs me and pulls me into his lap like I’m a rag doll. My head lulls to the side, and his large hand cradles it against his chest.
He wipes at my tear-stained cheeks and kisses my forehead. “Fuck, Annie. I’m sorry… but I fucking needed this.” His words surprise me because a man like him doesn’t apologize for anything.
“You want me to make you come, Sugar?”
I shake my head, despite my pussy throbbing, begging for a release. “So… sleepy…” I murmur into his chest.
“Sleep now. I’ll make this up to you in the morning.”
And with that I fall asleep, wondering if I may have dreamed the last part.