Page 108 of The Puppeteer and the Poisoned Pawn

“Verygood,” he whispers, using his index finger to play with my tongue as I glide it relentlessly over his tip. “I’ll give you a little more. I want you to suck on it loudly. I want to hear you slurp. Show me how badly you want it all.”

“Yes.” I open my mouth wider.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer immediately.

Greystone looks down at me with the eyes of a predator. Dominating. All-powerful.

“I think you’re going to be my little pet from now on. Is that what you want?” He pushes his cock another inch into my mouth, and I obey his earlier command without question. Suckling the tip, slurping, lapping it up until it’s a wet mess.

“I said, is that what you want?”

I try to pull my mouth away to answer, but a large hand rests on the back of my head, holding it in place. I answer against his tip, the words“yes, sir”coming out garbled and incoherent.

Greystone groans. “You sound so sexy with your mouth full.”

I hum at his compliment, and he pushes himself the rest of the way until he reaches the back of my throat. I make a choking sound, making him pulse in my mouth.

“Choke again for me. I want you to drool all over my cock, sweetheart. It needs to be nice and wet before I bend you over again.”

His deep voice zings straight down to my clit, lighting every nerve in my body on fire, sensitive to the touch. I can’t ever remember a moment in my life where I was this frisky, this crazed over being touched.

I let him hit the back of my throat again, this time harder, and I retch, my mouth filling with saliva. Greystone pulls that heavy erection out slowly, letting it fall from my lips in strings of drool.

“Am I… doing good?” I look up at him with dazed eyes and swollen lips.

Even with his measured stare, full of control and dominance, his hands flex, fingers curling, and it’s the only sign that he wants to have me as much as I want him.

“Yes.”

He moves behind me, pushing his sex against the tight rim behind my pussy. It puts pressure there, hard, unforgiving prodding until I open for him, just a little.

“Hmm, is this what you wanted, my little pet?” He presses in a little more, and I wiggle to help it along. “Ah ah ah. You only move if I say you can move.”

“Yes, sir.” I hold perfectly still, but my body rages with a built-up orgasm that is begging to be set free.

“I’ll tell you what. If you show me you’re ready to be the perfect little pet for me, I’ll keep going, okay?” He reaches around to my face, running two fingers over my lips. “Suck on my fingers, sweetheart. Show me how good you are. I want you to make a mess and pretend it’s my cock.”

I’ve clearly lost my mind. There are no coherent thoughts left in me, no moments of doubt, no questions to ask. I’m only a machine to obey. A toy for him to play with. My mouth opens, and I take his fingers greedily, letting them go as far back as he wants. And once they tickle the back of my throat, I take them deeper, feeling Greystone push himself an inch into my ass. I moan and choke until his fingers have caused my mouth to flood with saliva.

It’s primal, this animalistic horniness inside of me. It’s bizarre and explosive.

Greystone notices the drool that spills over my lips and down to my breasts. And he pushes another two inches in. I gasp on his fingers, letting him hold my mouth open like a mindless toy.

“There’s a good girl,” he purrs, letting me adjust to his size. The pressure in my clit is so close to bursting, I might go permanently insane. “Does my pet want me to fuck her?”

“Mmmyesss,” I mumble around his fingers.

Kisses are dropped along my spine, another set of fingers play with my clit, and I’m almost there. I whine and reach for him, longing for even the slightest contact.

“How’s this?” he asks, pushing the rest of the way in.

I try to suck in a breath, but no air makes it past my lips. I’m frozen. My body takes several seconds to adjust. Although it’s so tight, so full, I’m not sure I can acclimate to his enormous size.

But Greystone knows exactly how to relax me, make my body soft and mushy. He tells me how good I’m being. He tells me, “You like being fucked like this, isn’t that right?” He degrades me, but even though the words should be offensive, they only succeed in turning me on.

Once he begins pumping in and out of me, his fingers do the same. They leave my clit and slide into my wet depths. In and out.

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