Page 79 of Deadmen's Captive

I sucked in my breath. Fuck. He watched me, those eyes flat and cold, and I knew I’d regret it more if I didn’t do as I was told. I’d agreed to this, I reminded myself. Resting my hands on his knees, I lowered myself down onto the cushion. There was a collective intake of breath from the watching crowd. I could feel their eyes on me, could feel the anticipation hanging heavy in the air. I trembled slightly, not sure if it was from fear or excitement.

"I want you to do your duty and service me," Bast told me, his voice deep and commanding. His words thrilled me, yet at the same time made my stomach churn with nervousness. I looked up at him, his face a mask of desire and control. "I want you to show them exactly how much you enjoy being ours."

The room fell silent as Bast leaned back into his seat, waiting, his fist still sliding up and down slowly over his cock. I swallowed hard, my throat dry. This was insane, this was humiliating and yet... I also couldn't deny the dampness between my thighs, the way my body had responded to Nate's touch earlier on and now, the thought of obeying Bast's command.

Slowly, I let my hands rise to grasp the base of his cock. It felt hot against my fingers, pulsating with need. A soft groan left Bast's lips as he let go, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of power coursing through me.

I lowered my head closer to his lap and tentatively flicked out my tongue to taste him. Salty and smooth.

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, pushing past any remaining hesitation or embarrassment that may have lingered. Immediately, he let out a low groan, his hand tangling into my hair at the back of my head. The approval in his voice spurred me on, making me take him deeper each time.

He was big, stretching my jaw uncomfortably but the discomfort was quickly replaced with an unexpected sense of power. The way Bast reacted to every lick and suck made me realise how much control I had over him in that moment; it was intoxicating. The crowd watched in rapt attention as their leader was serviced, a display of dominance and control.

"Eyes on me," Bast ordered, his voice strained with arousal. I lifted my gaze to meet his intense stare. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and a hint of pride. Seeing him like that sent a thrill down my spine making me wetter.

"Persephone..." he murmured, gripping my hair tighter as he pushed himself further into my mouth.

It was debasing, it was degrading...and yet, I found myself deriving a perverse pleasure from it. The way his hot flesh twitched against my tongue, how his thighs flexed under my hands - every sensual detail only stoked the flames of my arousal. Heat pooled between my legs as I worked him with renewed vigour, spurred on by his moans and gasps.

I sucked him harder, swirling my tongue around the tip before taking him deep into my throat once more. His groan echoed around the room, causing murmurs of appreciation among the watchers. My body reacted to each sound, every praise acting like fuel to my fire.

I glanced up, meeting his gaze. His eyes were ablaze with dark desire, watching me with an intensity that had my heart pounding. The room had fallen silent, the only sound, my shallow breathing and the wet sounds of my mouth on him.

"Good girl," he rasped out, his fingers tightening in my hair. I moaned around him, the compliment doing strange things to me. “Arch your back,” he ordered, his voice rough, as he reached past me. The murmurs from the crowd increased as he pulled at my dress, causing the silky fabric to ride up, baring my pussy and ass for the whole room to see. I hesitated, suddenly ashamed again, but his grip tightened in my hair.

“I want them to see you, to see everything they can’t have. To want you so fucking badly, and know that you’re ours. Look behind you.”

I slid my mouth off him, not wanting to look, but unable to resist. The hall behind me had devolved from a business dinner to complete debauchery. Moans came from the women in red dresses. Some were on their knees like me, others already riding the cocks of their partners. But what made the heat rush between my own legs were the men watching me, their eyes fixed on my pussy as they rubbed at their cocks.

The air was thick with lust and tension, the intense gazes of everyone in the room making everything more erotic than it already was. My own arousal flooded through me like a wave as I turned back to Bast. I looked up at him, shadows dancing over his chiselled features, looking every bit the god he modelled himself after.

“Such a good little whore,” he said, eyes glittering. “Now put that mouth at my disposal.”

I didn’t need any more urging, sliding my lips down over his shaft. Feeling bold, I sucked harder, taking him deeper into my mouth. My free hand trailed up to cup his balls, squeezing them gently. Bast’s hand in my hair tightened, pulling me closer as he thrust into my mouth hungrily. I gagged once, twice, but didn't stop. Couldn’t stop.

Time lost all meaning as I focused solely on serving Bast, on making him unravel under my touch. To the audience around us, we were a spectacle - a display of power and control. But for me, it was more intimate than that. It was... raw. And I loved it.

“Fuck, Persephone,” he leaned down as far as he could. “What a fucking dirty mouth you have. I’m going to fill it with my cum and you’re going to drink every drop.”

I moaned around him, and his hand tightened in my hair, yanking painfully. “Beg me, little slut. Beg me for my cum.”

I pulled my mouth away, gasping for breath. “Please Bast. I want your cum.”

He pushed my head back down, this time forcing my head down harder, making me gag as he slid deeper into my throat. “Dirty fucking whore, needing my cum.”

His voice was strained, primal, each word punctuated with a thrust of his hips. My thighs squeezed together instinctively, my arousal burning more fiercely than ever. I wanted to touch myself, to bring myself off as I worked him over. But all I could do was focus on pleasing Bast.

His breathing became harsher, his grip in my hair tightening. No longer was it just about control - now it was just need.

"Persephone," he breathed out my name as a warning.

I doubled my efforts, taking him as deep as I could go each time I descended upon him. His hands tightened painfully in my hair and he thrust brutally into my mouth.

With a low growl, he climaxed - his hot release flooding my mouth before I had a chance to pull back. I swallowed every drop, not daring to waste any. His taste was intoxicating - addicting even.

As he released my hair, I pulled back slowly, licking my lips clean.

The room erupted into cheers and applause, causing heat to creep up my neck and flood my face. A part of me wanted to run away and hide in shame but another part... another part felt empowered.

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