Page 153 of The Harbinger

His heavy gaze settled on me with adoration and lust, the haze from the liquor evaporated. Crystal clarity shone through, the plot for my destruction missing. This wasn’t the Sacha I’d seen in the office, the one who ordered me onto my knees and debased me—he was someone different.

A blackness entered his eyes as he stroked, then as if he’d second-guessed his ending, he reached above me, and my body fell a short drop, tipping my body in the opposite direction until my head was lower than my ass. Blood rushed to my brain, pulsing in my temples while my swollen clit throbbed.

He stepped closer, his bulbous head now gliding against my salivating tongue. “You want my cock, Mia. Look at you. You can’t keep your eyes off me.”

Something shifted, and the pressure inside cracked my resolve. I sputtered and yelped, jerking my legs in uncontrollable motions, up and down and side to side.

He bent over, sensing I couldn’t hold on much longer, and whispered in my ear. “Don’t come. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

A tear trickled down my face as I shook my head, not out of sadness but desperation. He’d set me on cracking ice, and my heated skin would soon plunge me straight through. I clenched around the toy to stave off the aching hot pain throbbing between my legs.

“Breathe through it,milaya.Show me how good you can be.”

I cried a high-pitched whine as I tugged against the binds, letting his words soak into me. I transferred my concentration onto his decaying tattoo instead of the vibrations wracking my body, his warm touch on my cheek.

“You can do it,” he whispered.

Shaking my head, another tear slipped free. It was too much, and I wasn’t ready for my shame to taint his tone.

“Yes, you can.”

My staccato breaths created a rhythm I could focus on as he removed his cock from my tongue and trailed down my shaking side, sending more shivers over my chilled skin. His finger dipped inside of me, and I jerked with a loud moan, the pain of stimulation unbearable, but his touch was worth a thousand knives cutting my skin. His fingers hooked as he pulled the vibrator from my channel, the dull vibration turning to sharp and high-pitched before he turned it off.

“This is all for me, isn’t it, Mia?”

I nodded, my hair pulling from the tie, the chains rattling. “Yes.”

“Ya tebya khochu.”

His seductive Russian tone twisted my stomach with flutters as he came back around to my front, his hard cock positioned at my mouth.

What did he say?

Was it something sexy or a warning of some sort?

“Wide open, Mia. Stick out your tongue again. Let’s see how deep I can go.”

My tongue brushed against him, and he sighed, a loud, exciting gasp that would’ve put a smile on my face.

He liked my touch. I made him happy.

Sacha cupped my face between his hands and pressed his cock inside, his hard, velvety flesh running along my rough tongue as he growled.“Malishka.”

I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations on my tongue and no longer between my legs as he whispered over and over in Russian. Tingles traced up my spine, his warm hands on my cheeks.

Each long stroke against my tongue moved deeper into my throat, firing off my gag reflex with each pass. His pace picked up as he drove into my throat, the oxygen coming in small spurts when he’d pull out, only to choke as he found himself down my throat again. Saliva dribbled down my chin, my tongue caressing him as he thrust into me, then paused.

With a growl of determination, he squeezed my cheeks as short salty bursts exploded on my tongue. “Swallow.” He placed his hand under my chin and pushed my head back, defying gravity.

My throat bobbed as I worked his cum to the back of my throat and swallowed.

“That’s good, cumslut. Every last drop.” The strap around my head loosened as he worked the prongs from my lips. “I’ve sacrificed my pleasure for you to taste me. Tell me how grateful you are.”

His thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping away the tears that’d slipped down them, then pinched my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Thank you for your cum, Sacha.”

“Very good,malishka. Now this next part is very important, so listen closely.” He slipped his two fingers into my mouth, compressing my tongue as he slid them back and forth, mimicking the same motion he’d used with his cock. “Because if you lie to me, the pain will be nothing compared to your memories.” He tapped his pointer finger to my temple with his other hand. “Is that clear?”

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