I’m doing this to him.
It was a feeling of incredible power, and before he could push himself into my mouth again I had already moved my head to take him in. I sucked and swallowed, wanting the invasion, wanting him to choke me with his thickness.
“God, Lacey,” he hissed through his teeth. My name, uttered in his voice, sent a tremble through me and I swallowed again, forcing him to come deeper into me. I felt myself about to gag and I closed my eyes, willing my throat to relax. He stilled above me, the only motion the insistent throb of blood inside of him.
I began to bob my head slowly, my tongue moving along his shaft. The skin there was smooth, so smooth, covering his rock-hard erection. Soft and hard at the same time.
He moaned, and his hips began to rock slightly, sliding his cock in and out. I let my mouth loosen as he thrust forward, taking him as far as I could, letting my tongue lap against his underside.
“Oh God,” he cried. His hands gripped my head, and I felt him tugging at my hair.
I pushed forward and heard him gasp. It made my own body ache for him. It felt so good to give him this pleasure, after all of the pleasure he’d given me. More than that, it made me feel powerful. The only thing I could control here was how much I gave him. And, Lord, despite everything that he’d done to me, I wanted to give him everything.
“Lacey, I’m coming. I’m going to—”
I swallowed again as his cock pulsed, thrusting against the back of my throat. His hot cum, salty and rich, filled my mouth. I swallowed, my tongue licking off all I could. He shuddered, his fingers tangled in my hair.
I wanted to give him everything. God, I wanted to give him me.
***
Jake collapsed at my side, his chest heaving. His fingers were still threaded through my hair and he caressed me slowly, absently.
“J—” I caught myself before I could use his name, then frowned. “I don’t know what I should call you,” I said.
“You don’t need to call me anything,” he said, but his face looked doubtful. I caught the worry in his eyes and then it disappeared, replaced by a blank calmness.
“Was it… did I do okay?”
“More than okay,” Jake said, brushing strands of my hair back and staring deeply into my eyes. “God, Lacey, you’re perfect.”
I blushed. I was cuffed, chained to a bed, and I blushed like a little schoolgirl who’d just gotten her braids pulled by the boy she had a crush on.
If I hadn’t been tied, I would have put my arms around Jake’s neck, squirmed close to him. I suppose that’s part of why he’d tied me up.
He sat up at the edge of the bed. His spine curved in a slow line all the way to his neck. The planes of his back muscles tensed as he put his hands on his knees.
I couldn’t see his face, but then I remembered the mirror. Slowly, without shifting my weight, I bent my head back so I could see.
I saw myself, my hair a tangled mess, my arms to either side. My nipples were points against the darkness of the room. I saw the mussed sheets, the painted walls, the chains swinging slow arcs from the bedposts.
And I saw him.
His face contorted, and as he bent his head I saw—
No, no, I couldn’t have seen that, I must be seeing things—
I saw a tear roll down his cheek. He brushed it away quickly with his finger, wiped his hand on the sheet. Then he looked in the mirror.
A noise rose from his throat. A choked growl, like a wounded animal. He spun, his eyes wild.
After all of the crazy things he’d done to me, I thought that he would never be able to scare me again. But this—this look in his eyes, this vulnerable anger—this terrified me like nothing else.
I wanted to reach out to him, but my arms were tied. I wanted to speak his name—Jake—but it died on my lips. He hated his name and I had nothing else to call him.
“Please,” I said instead. “I’m sorry.”
I didn’t know what I was apologizing for, only that there was hurt in his face and I had been the one to hurt him, somehow.
He didn’t respond. He yanked the edge of the sheet from the bed and threw it over me. He was at the door of the room before he looked back at me. He was only a silhouette against the light of the hallway.
“Sleep,” he said finally. “I’ll be back later.”
With that, he turned off the lights and left me chained in the darkness.