Once Upon a Time(3)

“Do you feel like a slut right now, Belle?” he asked.

“Stop staring at it and suck my cock.” He was hard and unyielding in his command, and Belle had never thought that kind of arrogant dominance would feel so good. “Do what I say not because you agreed to all of this, but because you want my cock in your mouth like a hungry little slut.”

He was brutally coarse with his language, but even him calling her a slut for wanting his dick couldn’t turn her off. She glanced down at his large size, at the way he continually stroked himself lazily, as if waiting for her to obey him. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. Yes, she did want him in every way imaginable. She wanted him before she had come here, before she had become his whore for the evening. But he wouldn’t know her, probably just thought she was another woman willing to sell her body for a few nights a week. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked her forward with enough force that she cried out in pain.

“That’s it, make noise. Let me know that this hurts.” He leaned forward so she heard his breath right by her ear and smelled his cologne filling her nose. “But even though it hurts, I know your cunt is all nice and juicy right now.”

A gush of wetness left her pussy and slipped down her thigh.

“Now. Now suck my fucking cock.” He leaned back and pulled her head forward until the slick tip of his shaft moved along her lips. She opened her mouth, sucked on his shaft like she was dying for his cum, and if he didn’t shoot his load down her throat she’d starve to death. “Move your tongue around and stroke the underside of my dick.”

She did as he said, and the salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her taste buds. Flattening her tongue and doing what he said required her to take in more of his length into her mouth. She actually grew even more aroused at the flavor of him. His cum exploded on her tongue, covered the entire interior of her mouth, and she wanted more. She wanted the tip of his cock to hit the back of her throat, wanted to swallow his cum until it slipped out of the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin. God, she really was a slut for him, a little whore because she couldn’t get enough.

Lifting her hands and placing them on his thighs, she felt the smooth material of his slacks. But before she could curl her nails into his muscular, hard legs, he had both of her wrists in one of his hands and had them lifted above her head. The whole action had only taken a few seconds. Now she stared up at him, his cock no longer in her mouth, and her lips parted in shock. She gasped out when he tightened his hand on her wrists. The pain was immediate, intense, dominating, and she felt a gush of wetness leave her.

Jackson leaned forward and she saw an unobstructed view of his scarred face. The moonlight slashed across the side of his face that had gouges, raised flesh, and deep lines from the car accident he had been in.

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” he growled out in an angry tone. His upper lip curled slightly, and for a second she felt fear for what this man was capable of. He pulled her forward again, and her face went right into his lap. “Now suck my fucking cock until I come. I brought you here not to do as you please, but to do what I say.”

God, his coarse and hard language did something to her. Maybe she just wanted him so badly, had wanted him desperately, that she would take whatever he gave her. It was strange because she hadn’t even spoken to him at all, not even in greeting at the functions. But the attraction was dark and undeniable.

Opening her mouth and taking his cock again, she moaned at the salty flavor of his pre-cum. It certainly wasn’t a taste that she thought was appetizing, but coming from Jackson made it an aphrodisiac. He had moved her hands behind her back now, and growled out for her to keep them there. With her on her knees, her thighs slightly open, she had no friction on her throbbing clit. Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor, grabbing the root of his shaft with her hand and stroking him in time with her mouth.

“That’s it. Suck me until I come, Belle.” He had his hand in her hair now, pulling at her hair hard enough that she had tears in her eyes.

Looking up at him while giving him head, she saw his attention was on her mouth.

“You should see your lips right now, stretched wide around my dick. You’re a good little girl that is hungry for my cock.” He started lifting his hips, thrusting his dick farther into her mouth, and causing her to gag. He growled out, “That’s it, baby. I’ve been thinking about you doing this for a long time, wondering what your sweet little mouth would look like, feel like stretched around my shaft.”