Page 55 of Toy

“At what?” I murmured, barely registering the question.

He slapped me across the face. I winced but didn’t scream. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “At sucking cock, whore.”

My lips quivered. I was tempted to say yes in a mocking tone, that I learned all my tricks from Mason, but I knew that would only earn me another savage beating. As much as it would satisfy me to piss off Danny, it wasn’t worth it. My body was already weak and bruises had bloomed over nearly every inch of my skin. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

“I don’t know,” I finally murmured, averting my eyes.

“Let’s find out.” He grabbed my hair again and tilted my chin up. With his other hand, he freed his erection from his pants and guided it toward my mouth.

“Suck me off,” he said, voice hoarse with sick, unbridled lust. I barely had a chance to open my mouth before he shoved his length inside, holding my hair in a tight grip so there was nowhere for me to go. No way to stop him from hitting the back of my throat.

I breathed through my nose and took him in with each painful thrust, trying not to choke. His tip pressed against my tonsils every time he moved, and I resisted the powerful urge to vomit all over him.

“Look at me, bitch. Both eyes open,” he growled at me, pulling my hair harder. Tears sprang to my eyes from the stinging in my scalp, and I looked up at him. There was no way I could send my mind elsewhere. Not when I was forced to look right into his cold gaze while he brutally used my mouth. “Keep cleaning me.”

He continued to press forward, moving in shallow thrusts now. Saliva ran down the sides of my face, dripping onto the floor as I slid my tongue against the lower side of his shaft, flicking it over the frenulum. He groaned with pleasure at that, and I kept going, speeding up my movements. I figured if I made it good for him, he might hurt me less.

My teary eyes began to blur, making it difficult to make out his features. I savored the temporary haze and pretended it was actually Mason I was staring at. Pretended it was actually his impressive girth sliding between my lips with each thrust. I moaned at the thought, knowing the subsequent vibrations from my mouth would please Danny even more.

“Greedy little slut,” he said before letting out another pleasured grunt. “Oh, fuck… you’re even better than I heard. You love it, don’t you?”

I kept going, licking and sucking and moaning.

Danny plunged deeper, holding himself in my throat for longer and longer each time he thrust. I had even less air now, and I began to cough and splutter. My throat ached and burned, getting worse and worse with each passing second, until finally, I felt him come, cock twitching and shuddering in my mouth.

I wanted to spit it out, but he moved one hand to my neck and gripped me in place, forcing me to swallow every last drop.

I coughed when he pulled out, trying to regain my breath as tears burned my eyes, and then my stomach emptied all over the floor. I thought Danny would punish me, but he simply laughed and zipped his pants up. “No wonder Mason loves you so much,” he said. “I’m half-tempted to tell your father not to kill you, based on those cock-sucking abilities alone.”

Cheeks burning with shame, I looked at his feet again.

“I should make you clean up your mess,” he said, pushing my face down toward the small pool of cum I’d thrown up a moment ago. I retched at the thought, and he pulled me back up. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I have no desire to watch you vomit again, and I’m sure you will if I do that.”

I nodded and wiped the saliva from my face. “Thank you,” I murmured, even though I wasn’t even remotely grateful to this terrible man.

He cupped his crotch and stared down at me. “There’s just something about you, Jolie,” he muttered. “I’m already fucking hard again.”

I didn’t reply.

“Go and get on that,” he said, jerking his head toward the long wooden table on the other side of the cabin.

I shook my head slightly. “Please,” I said in a ragged murmur. “Can I just have a glass of water before you make me do it again? My mouth is so dry now. It won’t be good for you.”

He laughed. “I don’t want a blowjob. I want to fuck you.”

“But—”

He cut me off, clamping a hand over my mouth as he lowered himself to my level. “I know what you told the other guys who came to see you, but I’m not as stupid as them. You don’t have any diseases, you stupid little bitch.”

“I do,” I replied. My voice was weak, and it was painfully clear I was lying.

“Bullshit. When I’m done with you, I’ll make sure to let the rest of them know. There’s still at least eighty guys who haven’t had their turn with you yet. I’m sure you’ll love taking all their dicks.”

“Please, Danny,” I whimpered. “Please don’t do this.”

He slapped me again, harder this time. “I said get on the fucking table!”

With halting movements, I stood and padded over to the table, my heart racing. When I hauled myself up on it, Danny pulled me toward the very edge, eyes lit with savage desire. I closed my own eyes, unable to stand his cruel expression for another second.

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