Page 30 of The Prey

“Relax, Little Prey. Unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders. I want to see how much cock that tiny throat of yours can take.”

Even though I’m afraid to do as he says, the desire to please him is more prevalent than any other emotion right now. So I drop my shoulders and let my jaw go slack.

Drool pools in my cheeks and dribbles out the sides of my mouth as he slips out and then threads himself back between my lips. I brace my hands on his thighs to give myself a little leverage, and he takes the opportunity to piston his hips forward.

A river of tears leaks from my eyes as he slides deeper, past my gag reflex and into my throat smoothly. I do my best to swallow against the pressure telling me I can’t take another inch. Yes. This feels right. I breathe through my nose and dig my nails into his thighs.

A small hiss of pleasure escapes his lips. And at that moment, it feels like I’ve won something, earned something.

“Yes, just like that,” he praises. “You’re doing such a good job taking my cock into your pretty mouth like a good girl. Letting me fuck your throat.”

His words flutter through me like butterflies, and I can't help but work that much harder, if only to have him praise me again in his deep baritone voice. Anything to hear something good, something nice. I don't get praised often...or ever, really.

I up the suction while taking him deeper into my mouth at the same time. His green eyes bore into mine, and I notice the tight clench of his jaw. It’s almost like he’s angry, but that can’t be. Maybe more unhinged?

I can’t be sure. Whatever semblance of control he has left slips away with every harsh press into my mouth. It only takes seconds for him to completely snap, and when he does, his fingers spear through the hair at the nape of my neck. Panic grips me with a vengeance while he presses my head down, forcing my nose against the base of his cock.

I dig my nails into his thighs and try to pull away, but his hold is steel, and the lack of oxygen makes me dizzy. Sensing this, he whispers harshly into my ear, reminding me once again of what I need to do.

“Breathe through your nose, Prey.”

More tears leak from my eyes and trail down the apples of my cheeks. Even though I know what to expect, I’m still unable to stop myself from panicking when he does it a second time, especially when it seems like he’s trying to choke me to death.

He lifts his hips and drives my head down into his lap, making my chin bounce on his balls. I whimper around his length, unable to suppress the response. I’m not sure if it comes from a place of fear or arousal…maybe both? It doesn’t really matter because when the sound reaches his ears, I swear I hear him respond with a growl of approval.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven. How will I live without it now that I know how good it feels?” His whisper is feral, sharp like the knife blade pressed against his thumb.

I blink through teary eyes and try not to think about what that means while he fucks my face harder. Does he get off on pain? The ache in my jaw intensifies, and I squeeze my eyes shut to focus on finishing the job. Sebastian isn’t having that, though.

“Hell, no. Fucking look at me, Elyse. Now,” he snaps. “I want to see your face when I come down your throat.”

I immediately snap my gaze back up, even though I can barely see his face swimming behind a layer of tears, but that one quick look is all it takes to see how close to the edge he is. His entire body is strung tight like a bow; his jaw clenching tight, his nostrils flaring with every sharp inhale.

It occurs to me, then, that I want this. I want to make him come, to see him vulnerable and at my mercy. To see him unravel at my touch. The desire encourages me, so I match his brutal pace, gagging around his length while I struggle to take more and more of him. Strangely, the more I struggle, the more excited he becomes.

“Yes, fuck yes. Take me deep into your throat. Choke on me.” He tightens his grip on the back of my head and forces my head down, choking me with it.

I dig my nails into his thighs, trying to fight off the panic and spots that fill my vision. Meanwhile, I can feel my own arousal dripping down my thighs, my hard nipples grinding against the fabric of my dress.

I want this. I want him.

Without warning and with a guttural groan, he explodes, his grip tightening to the point of pain. I stop moving as thick, salty ropes of cum fill my mouth.

I gag at the intrusion, forcing myself to swallow. My cheeks burn, my mouth aches, and I can only imagine how my makeup looks.

A soft clap sounds from behind me, and that only amplifies my shame and embarrassment.

I just let him fuck my face in front of a crowd of people.

“That was well done,” the big man says, congratulating me.

Sebastian gently eases himself out of my mouth, and a trail of cum crosses my tongue to drip out of my mouth and back onto him.

“Clean it up,” he snaps.

I lean forward and tentatively lick his skin.

“You can do better than that.”

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