Page 118 of The Doll and The Domination

“Wider. I want to see your throat.”

I unhinge my jaw, finding it difficult to continue making eye contact with my mouth stretched to the point of discomfort.

“Good,” he rasps, taking the base of his erection with his fist. “Lick up the shaft. Clean the length of it with your tongue.”

The muttering conversations, trickle of water, and feet splashing through puddles fills the room around me. It’s as if I’m on the drugged gas all over again. My eyes roll back in my head as I clean the precum off the head of his cock.

Dessin groans, deep and coarse, like he’s in pain.

My hands knead his balls as I lap my tongue over every inch of his shaft, leaving shiny trails of saliva. I try to keep quiet, but the moans of frustration come out in a hurry. I bounce on my heels, shifting forward to take in more of him, savoring all of it. The taste. The scent. I’m alive and drenched in flames, consumed by the high, yet still sodden and boneless from my last orgasm.

“What do you need, Skylenna?” he asks.

I’m delirious as I answer, “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

I know, I’m a really bad friend for doing this here. In front of them. But we need this to survive. Our love. Our touch. It ignites fuel inside our souls.

“Please,” I beg.

Dessin’s muscles bulge, and his dick pulses with pent-up energy. He lets his head fall back. “Yes. Fuck.”

I don’t give him time to adjust. In one quick maneuver, I take him in my mouth. I nearly gag as his impressive length bumps the back of my throat. Dessin’s large hands twitch, then wind through my tangled, wet hair, pulling it in a death grip. My tender scalp screams at the pressure, but it all feels so good. The pleasure and pain, the tension, and the aggression.

In slow thrusts, Dessin fucks my mouth. I only gag twice, drawing out long strings of drool that hang from my lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” he growls.

My arousal drips down my inner thighs at his baritone turning to gravel.

Dessin’s fingers wrap around my chin again, forcing my gaze up. “Let me see your eyes water,” he commands.

I squirm, hot and humiliated, as I catch wandering eyes landing on me between our friends’ legs. My clit aches at how wrong this is. People know what we’re doing. And there is no gas falling from the ceiling to dictate our actions.

With another firm thrust, tears are dripping down the sides of my face, swirling together with the cold water from the ceiling pipe. I taste the slimy precum at the back of my throat, moaning at how good he tastes. Trying so hard to swallow him down. Take more of his length.

“Baby, I’m going to come.” His breathing is erratic, heavy, and labored. “My cock gets so hard when I see you with your mouth full.”

“On my chest, please.” I pull away, stroking his hardness in between both palms, slowly, sensually, without taking my eyes off him. My other hand slides up the beautifully carved muscles of his abdomen. The trail of dark hair. His erection tremors, growing hard as he jerks forward, and a long white rope shoots over my breasts.

Dessin does his best to silence the deep sounds that rumble up his throat. Without breaking our gaze, I wipe a hand across my nipple, gathering his cum and reaching between my legs to spread it on my clit.

“Jesus,” Dessin exhales. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you back,” I whisper.

We quickly use the water to clean my breasts, so our friends won’t see. But that ship has kind of sailed, huh?

“I might have nightmares about this,” Niles warns as we get changed back into clean uniforms.

“Leave them alone.” Marilynn uses her elbow to bump him. But I glare at her a moment too long. I can’t help but revisit my suspicion of her.

I understand Kaspias was probably just trying to create a divide in our family. It was a clever tactic. Because we need each other, our trust, our loyalty to make it out of here. What he said, and when he said it, was strategic. But that doesn’t make it false.

Marilynn is the only person here who isn’t an open book. Dessin has known Warrose since he was a child. Ruth and Niles are my very best friends. I trust them with my life.

But Marilynn was Aurick’s fiancée. She hated Vlademur Demechnef for how he treated her. What’s to say she didn’t switch sides to Vexamen? What’s to say her arrival in our lives wasn’t at the exact time she knew we would get captured?

I shake my head, wincing as the fiery sensation washes over my back again. Being intimate with Dessin really did a lot of good as a distraction. But it’s still here, like an unwanted shadow, pain, a familiar acquaintance that keeps resurfacing in my life.

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