Closing my mouth, I swallow the bitter cum, trying not to cringe at the taste.
“Good girl. Now don’t move.” He scoots the chair back and gets up, leaving me to kneel on top of the pillow with my hands in my lap like some kind of sex slave. My stomach sinks. Is that what I am? A sex slave?
Quinton disappears into the bathroom. I hear him trying to turn the water in the sink, but all that comes out is the screeching sounds the pipes make.
“The sink is broken. You have to use the shower,” I call after him, and a moment later, I hear the shower turn on.
I can’t figure out what he is doing until he returns, holding a wet washcloth in his hand. Instead of handing it to me, he leans down, cradles the back of my head with one hand, and uses the other to wipe my face of his cum.
When I’m all cleaned up, he throws the dirty washcloth on the ground close to the bathroom door. Next, he grabs me under my arms and lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. Panic bubbles back to the surface when he places my naked ass on the desk and pushes my body down.
“Lie back and spread your legs.”
I do as I’m told and spread my legs wide, giving him an up-close and personal view of my pussy. My fingers grasp onto the wood, and I know where this is going before it even gets there. Quinton peers down at my most private parts, and it feels like he’s inspecting me.
I shouldn’t care what he thinks about me, but a part of me does, and in the back of my mind, I wonder what he’s thinking.
“Just because I do this doesn’t mean I like you. It doesn’t mean you’re anything to me. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes.” My voice cracks as I speak, and a tiny shiver zings down my spine at the way his dark gaze trails down my body.
His fingers sink into my thighs, and he parts my legs wider to accommodate his size. “Let me guess, you’ve never let a guy eat you out before either?”
I can feel the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks. “Like I said, I’ve been busy with life and…” Whatever I was about to say, I can’t recall because, like a starved beast, Quinton leans forward and latches onto my clit, his tongue lapping against the little bundle of nerves.
The pleasure starts to build at my spine almost immediately. He works my clit with his tongue in a way I never could with my own fingers, alternating between flicking it and sucking on it. Fire ignites deep in my belly, stoking the flames of my desire, and I can feel myself getting wetter. For a fleeting moment, I am brave and spear my fingers through Quinton’s dark hair. The strands are silky smooth, and I tug on his hair lightly, enjoying the brief groan he makes against my folds. He pulls away a second later, and I let out a low whine of disapproval.
Letting out a chuckle, he looks up at me from between my thighs. “I can’t wait to claim this pussy, to fill it with my cum, and see its virgin blood on my cock.”
Nothing about what he’s said should turn me on, but it does. It turns me on so much, it terrifies me.
“Quinton…” I whimper, wanting to come, my pleasure clinging to every pore on my body. A dark shadow creeps onto his face, and a gasp slips past my lips as he plunges his middle finger inside me in one swift movement. I’m so wet that there’s no discomfort, but I’m shocked by the sudden movement and change in his demeanor.
“Beg me for it. You want to come, then beg for it.”
“You can’t be serious?” I’m not sure how I manage to get the words out, not with his finger moving in and out of me at a delicious pace.
Q smirks, and I swear it’s like looking the devil in the eyes and begging him not to strike you dead. “Oh, I’m dead fucking serious, so serious I’ll leave you tied to the bed frame until tomorrow with no way to relieve yourself. Now beg, and make it believable…”
Fuck… I can feel myself climbing higher and higher, my walls tightening, and it won’t be long till I crumble to the ground. Like a high, I chase the orgasm, but it’s just out of reach.
“Please…” I beg, my tongue darting out over my bottom lip.
“Please, what?” He seems unaffected by my begging, but I can see his cock growing in his pants, and the power of arousal makes me feel like I’m a queen. Even if he doesn’t want to believe it, some part of me has a tiny bit of control over him.
“Please, let me come.” I gasp once more as he adds a second finger—a tinge of pain mixes with the pleasure at the intrusion, but the ache in my core intensifies.
I’m rushing toward the finish line, and he knows it, his own movements get faster, and when his thumb brushes against my clit, sparks fly.
Gritting his teeth, he looks up at me, the blue of his eyes intense. “Your pussy is so sloppy. It’s making a mess of my hand.”
“Oh, god.” I tip my head back, the pleasure rising. My nipples pucker, and my entire body trembles like I’m walking a tightrope.
“I want you to remember who owns you here. I want you to remember that I can do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to. Say it. Tell me it’s true.”
Unable to stop myself, caught between the pleasure and the need for him to continue, I let out a strangled, yes, and like the asshole he is, his eyes gleam, and he pumps into me faster until I’m cresting the wave of pleasure.
Light blinds my eyes, and my entire body is suspended in time. My muscles twitch, my core tightens, and my channel clenches around his fingers. My entire body trembles as I float down slowly from heaven, and back down to hell, my current reality.