Page 87 of Wolf.e

“You’re my little hummingbird.” A sadistic smirk takes over his face. “And it’s time to feed, little bird.”

He picks up my half full glass of tequila and pulls my hair tighter. I watch his eyes as they focus, swirling it around in the glass before knocking half of it back in one shot and setting the glass on the table. Before I can register his movements, he’s pressing that spot along my jaw that forces my mouth open. He leans down and spits the tequila into my mouth. I choke on it and swallow what I can as it burns my windpipe.

Gabriel uses his thumb to spread tequila over my lips before leaning down again and kissing me deeply. As he does, I confirm what I assumed, he’s rock hard pressing against my arm. Warm and ready and tearing down my defenses with every swipe of his tongue. He still holds my feet down so clenching my thighs isn’t an option.

“If you continue to fight, I’ll have to find an equally creative way to feed you your dinner. The choice is yours.”

My breath is heavy as I realize I’m fighting a losing battle. I want to make him hard for me. I want to have him force me. Those dark parts of me crave it.

I simply choose to give in, looking him dead in the eyes, I pop my mouth open and stick out my tongue.

He holds my hair and stands in still silence for all of five seconds before a low growl leaves him. Gabriel reaches down and gathers a bite for me on the fork. He brings it to my lips, I feel my chest rise and fall, and I lean forward. Keeping my eyes on his, I wrap my lips around the fork and suck the food clean off. His cock presses into my arm and I shimmy just a little to torture him with some friction.

As I chew, a drawn out, seductive groan escapes me that I couldn’t prevent, even if I tried.

Fuck, it’s so good, I really am so hungry.

I swallow and open my mouth, sticking out my tongue again to show him I’ve swallowed.

“More?” I ask sweetly looking up at him through my lashes, taunting him. It’s the only power I have, and I realize it’s the way I can breakthrough. The thread of control he holds is unraveling by the second as he gathers me another bite and I swipe it off, taking even longer this time to pull my lips from the fork.

“So good,” I moan as I chew. I move a little more against his cock and I hear him mutter “fuck” under his breath. I’m testing him but he doesn’t stop me.

“Feed me more,” I tell him, but it comes out like a breathy whimper.

As my next bite is gathered, I see a wet spot through his light gray sweatpants where pre-cum seeps through, all for me.

I swallow that bite and smirk.

“More tequila now, please,” I ask.

Gabriel picks my glass up and mouths what’s left in it, looking down at me he uses his thumb to slowly pull my chin down. He doesn’t have to try hard. I pop it open and stick my tongue out for him. He bends down and lets the tequila trickle out of his mouth into mine, slowly. I lap at it, my tongue skimming his lips, savoring him and breaking him. One more swipe of my tongue over his bottom lip and then he’s kissing me, his thread finally snapping as the warm tequila floods my mouth and my pussy throbs almost worse than my wrists.

Gabriel pulls back and stares down at me, as if he’s in shock that I’ve turned his punishment around on him.

I pant in a shallow rhythm as I let my gaze trail over his body—slowly, the way he would normally do to me. The way that used to make me nervous but now only makes me want him. Over his abs to the deep V of his waist and then down to his cock my gaze settles. I hold it then look up at him.

“Feed me?” I ask as I open my mouth for him looking back down to his cock. Not one second passes before he’s wrenching himself free of his clothes and thrusting his cock into my mouth. I open wider and take him eagerly, gagging and sputtering around him as he hits the back of my throat. His other hand moves to my hair too and he loses it there, using his thumbs to slide down my cheeks and tug my jaw open wider. I moan against him. He thrusts deeper, holding his cock steady at the back of my throat. My eyes water as I look up at him through my lashes.

“That’s it, little bird. Suck. Make me your meal like a good little cockwhore.”

He pulls back and then slams into my mouth again and I can’t resist. I let my teeth graze him.

“Fuck,” he growls as I smirk around his cock, then gently lick over any pain I may have caused him, swirling my tongue against the ladder on the underside of his shaft.

“Use your teeth again and I’ll be taking your virgin ass right here on the kitchen table.”

I watch him above me. The dark beauty of Gabriel as he violently fucks my throat. It doesn’t take long like this, and I can tell he’s about to come. The thought of me tied up and at his will must do something to him too.

I moan around Gabriel as he forces his cock deep, drool runs down my chin as he hits the back of my throat over and over. He pulls out almost all the way, using his thumb to hold my chin down as my tongue lingers on him, he pushes back in, inch by inch as slow as he can allow himself. I swipe my tongue over every barbell as he groans, and I do everything in my power to make him feel all of it. My throat opening for him, my tongue against him. I moan, I’m so on fire for him I think I might combust. I’m desperate to be able to move, my hands are numb and heavy, still tied behind my back so tightly. I feel him harden even further against my tongue.

“Taste how out of control you make me, wicked girl,” he grunts as he fills my mouth without warning. I gag around him and choke on his cum as it hits my throat with force. Gabriel steadies himself inside me for a beat and breathes, his chest heaving like he had no control over what just happened. I fucking love it.

Gabriel looks down and pulls his cock from my lips, swiping his cum back into my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re stunning, all tied up, mouth full of my cock, my cum dripping from these pretty lips.” He runs a thumb over my mouth. “Beautiful.”

The deranged part of me blossoms under his praise.

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