Page 81 of Forfeits

Finally, I felt the pressure of Aiden pulling gently on the hook, and the ball pressing against the muscle from the inside. I relaxed and let it slip out, shuddering at the bursts of bliss that resulted. It felt like a cannonball had exited my body.

I whimpered, drool collecting in the corners of my mouth, even without the gag.

“Fuck.” Aiden said, clearly as affected as I was. He pressed the steel sphere, now warm from my body heat, against me again, and this time, I opened for it easily and welcomed it inside me.

I waited, strung out on pleasure, while Aiden attached a length of narrow rope to the handle of the hook and tied it to the D-rings on my wrist cuffs.

“Hoisted by your own petard,” he said, spanking my ass. “Naughty slut.”

All of a sudden, Aiden was beside the bench at my head, peeling the gloves off and gazing at me with intensity. Was he done with me?

He leaned down and crossed his arms on the spanking bench, so that his face was level with mine.

“Hey. How are you?” He smiled. “You can talk now.”

“Good. So good,” I breathed. “Are you stopping?” My voice sounded dim and far away.

“Only re-evaluating the situation,” Aiden said, staring at my mouth with malicious intent.

Oh fuck. Oh God. Oh yes.

He straightened with a languid ease.

I licked my lips and struggled in my bindings. The ball of the hook filled me, reminding me of my lowly place, as Aiden’s fingers went to his belt then the buttons of his fly. He pulled his swollen cock out.

“Do you want this?” he asked, in a seemingly benign and disinterested way, as if he were offering me the last piece of pie.

“Yes, Sir. Please. Please, Sir. Yes.” I was mumbling and incoherent with desire, for the need to be used and stuffed at both ends. I wanted it with the deepest fiber of my being.

“Huh,” he said. “Open your mouth.”

I’d parted my lips before he’d finished talking, sticking my tongue out in eagerness.

He didn’t smile, but stepped forward and slapped the wet head of his cock on my chin, my lower lip, my tongue. He lifted it away and smeared my cheek with the fluid that had collected at the tip of his exposed glans, all the while gazing at me with contrived contempt.

“I don’t know if you deserve it, really,” he stated with a frown.

“No, Sir,” I whispered, my eyes closed as I reveled in my debasement, the scent of Aiden all over me. I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go.

“Keep that mouth open.”

He laid his cock against my tongue, his own mouth open as he gazed down on it. He cursed and rocked the head back and forth over the flat of my tongue as I tried not to drown in anticipation.

“All right, pretty slut. Take it if you want it,” he said, letting go of his dick and sliding it forward. His right hand grabbed my hair to keep me still, even though I couldn’t move much because of the collar.

I choked and coughed at the sudden invasion, as he pushed himself roughly in and out of my mouth. He pulled back so I could recover and left just the crown in while I swirled my tongue over it.

Aiden sighed and continued in earnest, fucking my throat as I breathed through my nose, the wet sound of flesh on flesh a tasty soundtrack to my ravishment.

“Oh God,” he gasped, fucking my mouth harder. He was close, his movements quick, his cock so hard it felt like solid steel. He stuttered, as I breathed and choked, choked and gasped—and made desperate sounds of encouragement.

I kept my eyes shut to fully enjoy the way it felt to be used like this, fucked like this, but I imagined him looking down with wide, dark eyes as he tipped over the edge with a deep groan, and hot spunk filled my mouth, coated my tongue and slid down my open throat.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” was all he said as he came, but his steady thrusts slowed down and stilled as he emptied himself into me.

“Swallow it all, my pretty slut.”

I closed my mouth but opened my eyes and did what he’d asked, eager to consume what he’d given me, honored to have been his vessel. I was floating and strung out on a wire of intense desire, waiting, hovering in subspace, incapable of speech or coherence.

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