“What? But I saw the feathers. And his body was on the floor.”
“You turned away, Ry. He passed out. I needed to know the truth. If you thought he was dead, I thought you’d be grateful. Not scared anymore. When you told me the truth, I planned to torture him.”
My mouth drops open. I have no words.
“He’s been secured in another part of the property. He’s fine except for some bruises. I’ve instructed Umito to compensate him very, very well. He will be returned to Greece or wherever he desires.”
“So, he’s not dead.”
“No, Ry. He’s not dead. I do not lie to you. He’s very much alive and much wealthier than he was as a, what did you call him, a book boyfriend?” A smile forms on Ryoichi’s lips. “Last night, I looked up the website you mentioned before.”
I laugh, a bit of tea sputtering from my mouth. “Oops, excuse me.”
His thumb follows the area where the liquid dribbles at the corner of my mouth. “May I kiss you?”
Although his suave request elicits tiny shocks of desire in my core, I scoff. “You’re asking? You stole me, Ryoichi. You could—”
“What could I do?”
“You could ask me to suck your dick right now, and I’d be at your mercy, right?”
He laughs a little, but his hand launches out, claiming my throat. Neither tightening nor attempting to taunt, Ryoichi simply holds me with his large hand so that my chin juts. His mouth runs over mine. “You wanted this. To be . . . a sex slave.”
“Yes,” I say, letting my book-boyfriend fantasy take over. “Tell me what to do, Ryoichi. Since I no longer have no authority over my own body. Tell me to place my lips around you . . . and . . .”
“You may,” he growls, nipping my earlobe.
Ryoichi unzips his pants, and the second his alluring dick is exposed, my lips fly around him. My gag reflex isn’t ready, though. I forgot how massive he is. The hard bump of his crown against my throat hurts delightfully.
He yanks out.
“What?” I ask, breasts shuddering rapidly.
“You don’t know how to suck a dick, do you?”
“How dare—”
Ryoichi swivels his hips until he’s thrust into me again. “See, I’m in your mouth, but I belong here.” His fingertip traces over my throat.
Darkness blazes in his eyes. Body trembling, something in me bends. Bends until it breaks, and I crave his desire.
I suck his cockhead, careful only to take in a single inch. The sheer length of him has me thinking like the physicist I am. After a few inches, I pool saliva into my mouth to work more of him in. Relaxing, I relish in the thickness of him better.
Ryoichi slips deep down in my throat. My tonsils vibrate against him in a heavenly moan. His fingers stitch into my hair, and we work in sync, him tugging softly, intensifying his control on me as he guides in and out. His shaft thrusts hard, disappearing into my mouth and stabbing at the back of my throat.
Stab.
Stab
Stab.
“Ryann, you’re miraculous. A quick learn, as I’ve said.”
At his encouragement, my throat opens wider. I consume more of his shaft than I thought possible.
My lips softly touch the skin of his balls in a succulent kiss as I deep-throat him. Slowly, Ryoichi ravages my mouth with each stroke. His satisfied groans ratchet my addiction.
Need to taste him.