I let him take control as his hand slips into my hair and he uses it to pull my throat onto his cock, choking me like he did in the corridor. Saliva spills down his shaft as he leaks cum down my throat, increasing my arousal as my nipples turn painfully hard.
I’ve been so wrapped up in this sick and twisted encounter, I forgot that my blouse is broken open and my breasts are free.
Elias’ eyes dip to them and he groans, thrusting harder into my throat. “I like watching those full breasts bouncing up and down while I fuck your hot little throat, bonita.” His breathing is more labored as he takes what he wants, the anger in his eyes no longer evident. All he’s looking at me with is pure, unadulterated desire.
“Oh shit,” he murmurs, the shaft of his cock swelling in my mouth. “I want you to swallow every drop, just like last time,” he growls, as he releases his load right down my throat.
I choke at first, struggling to keep up with the volume of cum. The masculine, salty taste of him drives me insane as he continues to pump into the back of it, draining every drop.
“Such a good girl, swallow it,” he growls, his hands still in my hair. “Swallow every fucking drop.”
I do as I’m told, but some spills out of my mouth and onto my lips.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth and then stares at me for a few moments, his chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath.
And then he stuffs his cock in his pants and turns away, leaving me on my knees with my shirt torn apart, my breasts splaying free of my bra and his cum dripping down my chin. If anyone saw me now, I’d die of embarrassment.
I collapse on the floor, a barrage of emotions hitting me all at once. The worst one is the clawing pain in my chest that feels like daggers. Elias is pushing this too far and I fear that if he doesn’t stop soon, he’ll well and truly break me until there’s nothing left but tatters of the girl I used to be.
9
ELIAS
It’s been two weeks since I went a bit too far with my little pet. I fear that what once was a clear cut dynamic between a bully and victim is becoming blurred and tainted by my sick desires.
Natalya’s expression when I turned away was one of pure heartache, and I hated it. I should have delighted in her pain, but it made that odd guilt twist my gut again. The sexual aspect is making lines blur, and I realize that if I don’t get a handle on my urges with her, things could turn ugly.
Since then, I’ve kept my cock in my pants and my hands to myself, and verbally humiliating her as I normally would.
Natalya is more tense around me than ever, no doubt anticipating another moment like the one in the library. No matter how much I try to scrub that encounter from my mind, I can’t. Half the time it’s all I can fucking think about and I want to do it again, which makes me hate myself.
“Hey Elias, hold up,” Rizzo shouts.
I turn to face him. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I’m going insane and need to get out for a night. You up for town tonight?”
I smirk. “It’s about time someone suggested it.” I clap him on the shoulder. “Count me in. I’ll make the arrangements.”
“Awesome,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “This place can be so fucking small.”
I nod. “Tell me about it. Who you inviting?”
He shrugs. “The usual crew, that alright?”
“Yeah, I’m going to invite Natalya too and her friends.”
His brow furrows. “What? The girl you spend every fucking day tormenting?”
“That’s the one.”
He looks confused, but he doesn’t question me. After our punch up in Nitkin’s class, he’s learned to respect me instead. “Fair enough.” He glances at his watch. “I’ve got physical education with Daniels now. What you got?”
“Free period,” I say, shrugging. “I think I’ll head to the library.”
His eyebrows hitch toward his hairline. “You didn’t strike me as the library kind of guy.”
I laugh. “No, but Natalya is always in there for this period.”