Seize(71)
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, making my pussy flutter. “Lick it.”
My tongue circles around his shaft, coating it with the wetness as he pushes my head up and down. He uses my hair as a handle, gripping it tight before shoving me back over his cock. My face is buried deep in his lap, smelling the tangy scent of sweat mixed with dry-cleaned pants.
“God, I needed this,” he says, lifting my head again. “After all those beatings, coming is the only way to relieve myself of the pain. So make me come, little fairy. If you suck hard, I might actually come twice.” He pushes my head down again, making me gag on his thickness, which pulsates in my throat.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs. “Having my hot, salty cum dripping down your throat. You want me to fill your pretty little mouth?”
He pulls my head away again, making me look him in the eye. “Answer me.”
I nod.
He slaps my tit. “With words.”
“Yes, Mister Brand.”
“Say it. Say you want me to come all over that tongue of yours.”
“Please … come in my mouth,” I say, licking my lips. “I want to taste your cum.”
“If you’re good, I might give it to you, but you hurt me bad, fairy. What are you going to do about that?”
“Anything to make you happy again.”
He smiles, caressing my cheek. “Such a good girl. You help me and I’ll help you.” He leans forward to kiss me, but then groans from the pain. “Goddammit. It hurts.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I asked you to. And now I’m asking you to suck. No, scratch that, I’m not asking. Just suck and make me come so I’ll feel better,” he says, pushing my head down again.
He sits back with his hands flat on the floor, leaning backward while I lavishly lick his crown. The way it bobs up and down in my mouth makes my pussy thump with need. I’m done denying the attraction, the obvious need for each other’s satisfaction. I’m done trying to fight it all.
So I suck and lick, kissing the base, slipping and sliding my tongue all over him until he growls. He pushes himself back up, flattening his hand on my head while forcing me down again. I feel like he gets a kick out of pushing me to my limit, knowing he’s causing me to gag by thrusting my head over his cock. Knowing he’s in charge.
“That’s it, little fairy. Take it deep,” he growls.
His cock touches the roof of my mouth as I let my tongue slide up and down. I feel like it’s growing in size, or I’m just having trouble breathing because he’s shoving me down so hard and fast. With my hands tied behind my back, I feel like there’s nothing I can do and I’m left to his mercy. Just what I crave.
“Oh, yes … can you feel it? I’m going to come so hard,” he says.
A loud roar escapes his mouth, and his cock begins to pulsate inside my mouth. He pushes me down so far that I can’t breathe, and then a hot jet squirts into the back of my throat.
“Take it, take it!” he growls, tightening his grip on my hair. “Swallow it all.”
His cum is salty and slides down my throat, causing me to squirm while he holds me down. Arousal has my clit thumping as I swallow a stream of cum, half of it dripping down his cock. After the third wave, he pulls me up by my hair and gazes at me.
“You didn’t swallow it all.”
He slaps my tit. “C’mon. Lick it off.”
He points at his crotch then lowers my head again. I stick out my tongue and lap up all that’s left, making sure that he’s clean before I come up again.
“Good girl. What do we say?”
“Thank you for your cum, Mister Brand.”
He smiles, swiping his thumb over my lips. “That sure did the trick. I feel better already. But you know what would make me feel even better?”
I shake my head as if I don’t know, but I’m expecting some other sexual activity that I’ll find hard to resist.
“Seeing you writhe, unable to come.” He smirks but my happy face has disappeared.
Oh God, he’s going to torture me with sex instead of pain.
“Please, no …” I mutter as he slowly gets up from the floor.
“You are mine, Lillith. Remember that. Obey me and good things will come. Disobey me, and I will punish you.” He stands up. “Now stay there.”
He walks to the closet and fetches the ties that hold the robes together. He comes back to me and grabs me by the waist.
“On your belly.”
I do as he says, and he immediately grabs my ankles and ties them to my thighs. Some sort of frog position this is and totally immobilizing. He goes to fetch the curtain tiebacks and loops them around my thighs, connecting it with the belt right around my elbows, forcing my legs to open up and lift.