Page 35 of Burn It Down

So did him suddenly squeezing the fuck out of my shaft.

He leaned in, a moan escaping me as his hot breath fanned over the side of my throat.

“Kneel.”

That tone, the command, the domineering demeanor he was putting forward… it had me entering that familiar headspace, the need coursing through me, the desperation to let loose all the pain and grief taking me over, and it had me lowering myself straight down to my knees, his hold on my throat following my movements and not leaving me for a moment. That hold of domination, of absolute control.

It called to him, to Asher, in a way I needed so badly right now.

Yes, Sire.

Caleb’s eyes blazed into mine as he gazed down at me.

A sadistic smirk lifted his lips and then I watched as he pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs, his cock springing free, raging hard—and tattooed all the way down.

Black, red, and gold demonic claws circled the shaft.

“Fuck me,” I choked.

“That’s the idea, my Savage slut.”

My cock pulsed at his delicious words. Hell, yeah.

It had me transfixed, and I went to move forward to taste him, but his hold on my throat strengthened all the more.

“Be still,” he commanded. “I need your mouth for something else first.”

I watched as he kicked his sweatpants off all the way.

His hand slipped from my throat. “Open your mouth,” he said, stroking his thumb over my bottom lip and pulling it down, exerting enough pressure to make me really feel it.

I opened and that all-encompassing approval shone in his eyes. “Good boy. Keep it wide,” he ordered. “Tip your head back, show me that throat.”

The moment I did, he slid three fingers along my tongue, back and forth, making my eyes roll back in my head at the sensuality of it.

He moved to pull them away all too soon. Or so I thought, until he abruptly jammed them down my throat. I swallowed around them as he thrust wildly, almost punching them. I groaned through it, my balls drawing tight as he made me splutter and gurgle. Just the way I liked it.

He withdrew harshly, making me choke, saliva dripping all over his fingers. He wiped them all over my cheeks, telling me, “You took my fingers so well.” He patted my head. “You’re going to be a good cock slut for me.”

“Yes,” I rasped. “Fuck, yes.”

He grinned and then slapped my cheek. “Open wide.”

As soon as I obeyed, he turned and walked to the bathroom cabinet underneath the sink.

He brought out a packaged toothbrush. It took him a mere second to rip it from the packaging, and then he was coming back to me.

Anticipation thrummed through me.

I could barely fucking stand it.

When he reached me, he shoved it at my face. “Lick. I want to see it dripping with your fucking spit.”

I took it from him and swirled my tongue around it, getting off on watching his impressed reaction as I basically fucked it with my tongue, then shoved it down my throat, getting it nice and wet, just like he wanted.

He tugged at my towel all of a sudden, stripping it away from me, baring me to him.

He had me jolting then as he grasped my cock and started fisting it roughly.

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