The hand not holding the belt moved to undo his fly, and it was down a half-second later. “Hands behind your back. Open your perfect mouth.”
It made more sense now. He was about to be vulnerable. I’d allowed him to put the belt on me, and he was trusting I wouldn’t use teeth.
I’d touched him last night, but I hadn’t been up close with Luka’s anatomy before. He was already hard. Watching me come must have turned him on, or perhaps it was the image of me kneeling at his feet with his belt restraining me. The head of his dick was fat, and the shaft long and thick. A vein protruded, and in spite of how terrifying it was to have the makeshift leash on me, I stared, intrigued.
He wanted me to take him inside my mouth. I’d gone down on another guy before. It’d been sloppy and fumbling, and over in less than five minutes. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like with Luka. Maybe his directions would make the experience somewhat enjoyable, and I wouldn’t spend the whole time wondering what the hell I was doing.
What would he taste like?
Would he let me trace the tip of my tongue along that vein?
I crossed my wrists behind my back, licked my lips, and parted them, hating myself for wanting this. I hated myself for wanting to please him after he’d fucked me until I was sore. He’d fucked me as I’d asked him to stop. What the hell was wrong with me?
His fingertips traced a line on my temple, pushing my hair out of the way, and they trailed down to curl under my chin. I welcomed him inside my greedy mouth, sucking on the fleshy head of his cock. It elicited a sigh from him, one which was coated in pleasure.
Unexpected heat blasted down my spine.
I inched further along on his hard dick, licking and sucking, and I reveled in the noises of satisfaction he made. How was it possible I felt power on my knees, with his belt wrapped tight on my neck? Was it his vulnerability? I could cause him extreme pain, but the belt was a strong deterrent, and . . . I sort of enjoyed it. I wasn’t in control, but I wasn’t powerless either. I felt more like a partner than a victim.
His skin was so soft, silk wrapped around stone. The deep, shuddering breaths he took fed into my satisfaction. Luka fisted his hand in my hair, tugging painfully at the strands as he guided me to take him deeper and faster.
I’d lost my virginity to Luka, and now I was blowing him with a belt wrapped around my throat. Somewhere along the way, I’d lost control of myself. He’d taken over, and part of me didn’t care. I was even a little thrilled to shed the conformity of my good girl status. I could be a slut.
I could be whatever I wanted beneath him.
Fuck, I liked my lips on him. I swirled my tongue and he jerked, growing harder inside my mouth.
“Shit, yes,” he moaned. “Suck that cock.”
I did.
I kept my hands locked behind my back, but I increased my speed. He was too big to take completely in my mouth, but I skirted the edge of my gag reflex and pushed as deep as possible. The tip of him bumped the back of my throat.
What would happen if I used teeth? The belt around my neck was like a challenge, and since I no longer felt like myself, I wanted to push. He’d proven in the bathtub he had plenty of darkness, and he’d make good on his threat, I was sure.
But I wanted to know what his absolute domination felt like.
There was a sharp hiss from him as I gave him a hint of what I was about to do, dragging the edge of my teeth over his skin. Up to the tip, and then as he plunged back inside, I let my bite go razor sharp.
“Fuck.”
The belt constricted and made me a slave. I could barely breathe, and even though the control was exerted only where the leather looped on my neck, it blanketed every inch of my body. My pulse roared beneath the belt, pounding against it.
And then it went so tight, it was no longer a corrective action. This was the Luka from last night when he’d held my hands over my head and forced his way inside. The Luka from this morning who’d pushed me under the water, my need to breathe be damned.
I slapped my hands on his thighs, trying to get him to ease up, but instead he shoved his hand on my head, forcing his dick deep into my mouth.
I gagged loudly, but he didn’t relent. The belt was tight, so fucking tight. Behind closed eyelids, my eyes began to water. What did we look like? The dress shirt was down off my shoulders and bunched at my elbows. My hands were pressed against his knees, and my lips wrapped deep around his dick. Almost all the way to the base. Blood rushed loudly in my ears.