Page 45 of Burn It Down

I screwed up my face as I tasted cum on my tongue. He snatched up the plate, then began shoveling it into my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper down my throat until I was close to retching. “Choke it all down like my fucking whore.”

When I managed to spit some of it out, he thrust the cattle prod into my left side.

I twisted and writhed against the wall, making my burning back all the worse as the prod assaulted me like a bitch of a thing.

He pulled it away and took advantage of my reeling state to drag the cuffs along until he reached the hooks in the floor.

He brought out the key, shoved the prod into my chest this time, when he saw my eye on it.

As I was twisting and shuddering, he wrenched my hands over my head on the floor and cuffed them to the floor.

“No,” I rasped as he hooked his fingers in my boxers and dragged them off my legs.

He was sitting on my knees in the next second, his weight bearing down on me keeping me still, the wrist cuffs doing the rest.

His palm stroked over my flaccid cock. “Mmm, just like your father.”

Urgh.

I shuddered as he kept doing it, the gentle, soothing touch fucking with my senses.

“Don’t. Don’t do this.”

His eyes lit up. “Was that you begging, little prince? Finally getting somewhere, are we?”

“A warning,” I half growled, half choked, in my messed up state.

“A warning?” he asked, amused. “How’s that?”

“Your death was… supposed to… be quick.”

“Quick? How merciful,” he spoke in a demeaning tone.

“Inconsequential.”

His eyes narrowed at that.

“You… do this… it’ll be… excruciating.” I clenched my fists in the cuffs. “I. Will. Break. You.”

His hand stilled on my cock. Then he thrust the prod right near my face with the other. It hovered there threateningly as he glared at me, eyes raging.

When I didn’t so much as blink, giving him nothing as usual, he pulled it away and put it down beside my right thigh.

“Nice try,” he grunted.

He shoved his hand under the small of my back, forcing my ass up.

And then he held my gaze in a sadistic fucking way as he trailed a finger around my rim.

Instinctively, I tried to edge away, bucking and twisting beneath his weight.

He chuckled nastily and squeezed my cock, swiping his thumb over the head.

“You certainly hold tight to your control. Nothing. Bone dry.”

His finger left my ass and he stuffed two of them into my mouth, forcing it open as he thrust them down my throat, then held right at the back, making me convulse beneath him as he stole my ability to breathe.

“You’re getting me hard with the challenge you’re throwing down, Asher.”

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