His Property(12)

He reached down and pushed my hair back from my face, tenderly, as if he wanted my face totally unencumbered so that he could watch me without anything obstructing his view.

The way he was touching my face and the way he’d been with me, stroking me slowly and softly, taking his time between my legs and bringing me to orgasm made me think this was how he was going to be when it came to me sucking his cock.

But it was the exact opposite.

After he slid his hard dick across my lips a few times, he pulled back and gazed down at me.

“Spit on it,” he commanded.

I hesitated for just a second, but I knew that if I took didn’t do as he said, he’d make me do something worse. So I spit onto his thick cock and used my hand, stroking him, getting him wet.

He moaned. “Good girl,” he breathed.

I blushed deeper under his praise, loving that I was doing a good job, that I was pleasing him. But before I could get a rhythm going with my hand, he pushed his dick into my mouth in one long thrust. The head hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, my instinct being to pull away. But he held the back of my head tight, fisting my hair with a death grip that made it impossible to move.

“Take it, Emery,” he commanded, his voice low and sexy. A muffled cry escaped my throat as my eyes filled with tears as he made me deep throat him. He was so big and thick, and my jaw immediately began to ache.

But Liam held me tight and then yanked my head back by my hair, pulling me off his dick with a pop.

It was only a second before he pushed me back down, barely giving me time to catch my breath. I breathed through my noise, tasting the saltiness of his skin as the velvety texture of his dick brushed against my tongue.

He held me there, made me deep throat him again, then pulled me back off and repeated the sequence, pulling me off his hard root and then forcing me back down again.

“This is what happens when you defy me, Emery,” he said. “You get a hard cock down your throat until you choke and cry, do you understand?”

“Yes.” My eyes were so filled with tears now that as I stared up at him his beautiful face blurred around the edges.

He pushed back into my mouth, and this time, he didn’t let me go, didn’t pull back out. Instead, he held me by the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth, in and out, slamming against the back of my throat.

I struggled to keep up, reminding myself to breath through my nose. My knees ached from kneeling on the hard concrete.

But I didn’t care.

I wanted to be used.

The word – used -- floated through my head as he fucked my mouth even harder – that’s what it was, him fucking my mouth, because he was totally in control, setting the pace and the depth.

He eyed me hungrily, never slowing his pace.

Even when I became dimly aware of the sound of the elevator dinging behind him, he didn’t stop. I closed my eyes, not sure I wanted to know if there were people there, watching me.

But Liam never stopped, his hips bucking wildly as he reached down and tilted my chin back up. “Eyes open,” he growled, pushing harder into my mouth, apparently not concerned if someone was watching. His abs clenched with the effort, and a drop of sweat slid down the muscled ridges of his torso.

A few seconds later, the elevator dinged again, and the sound of the doors swooshing shut echoed through the lobby. I would never find out if someone had been there, if they’d watched in fascination or recoiled in horror.

“I’m going to come right down your throat,” Liam growled. “I want you to swallow all of it, do you understand?”

I nodded around his dick, making a muffled, “Yes,” sound as best I could, and he pulled out completely one more time, that same popping sound bouncing off the walls of the vestibule before he pushed back into my waiting and eager mouth.

This time, as soon as the head of his engorged cock hit the back of my throat, he came, pulsing his cum into me. I swallowed a huge mouthful. As soon as I did, another spurt hit me, and I swallowed that one, too, struggling to keep up with how fast and hard it was coming.

Three more shots of come hit my throat before he finally settled. He pulled back and looked down at me on the floor, staring up at him, then reached down and pulled me to my feet.

His eyes latched onto mine, and I saw something reflected in his face as he reached up and touched my face, his thumb skating over my jawline.

His hands wandered to my hips and he pulled my dress back down.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing and he took in a shuddering breath.

“So what now?” I asked softly, my heart thrumming hard in my chest from what we’d just done. I was assuming we’d get back on the plane immediately, that he’d call for his car to take us to the airport and we’d continue on our way to California.