Page 32 of Whispers of Obsession

“Fucking perfect, Cora. You look so fucking good on your knees. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

His words chase away a little of the chill, but because of the mechanical way they come out, it makes his praise even more terrifying than his threats.

“I’m going to let you go now, but you need to be a good girl and open wide. Just imagine you’re in training for a porn film, love.”

I can hear the anticipation in his voice, and I begin to tremble in fear. He hasn’t hurt me yet, but I know he will.

He releases my hair, and I let out a ragged breath. Even though my hair is still damp, at least it’s no longer pulling at my scalp. The urge to massage the pain from my scalp is overwhelming, but I’m still on my knees, my hands resting on his thighs, and I don’t want to anger him again, so I stay put.

The breath I just took is still echoing in my lungs when he grips my chin and pulls my face closer to his body. His cock is right in front of me, intimidatingly thick and huge, and covered in my saliva. The tip glistens with pre-cum in the candlelight.

Gritting my teeth, I take a deep breath through my nose to clear it, and then I stretch my mouth wide. I’m still afraid of him, and I know if I don’t open wide enough, I’ll suffer for it later. I don’t know what will happen, what he has in mind. I don’t want to know. I just need to play along until I can get out of this bathroom.

He pushes forward and guides his cock between my lips.

I can already taste the salt from his skin, and I’m panicking again, wondering if he’s going to cum in my mouth. If he does, I don’t know if I’ll be able to swallow it down. I know I should be ashamed of myself, that’s not how a good girl behaves, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to swallow. I don’t want him to come in my mouth. But he’s too big, and his cock is already at my throat, so there’s nothing I can do about it.

Barely able to breathe around his length, I start to panic that I’m going to choke. He’s not forcing himself deeper by controlling my head anymore, but he’s not going easy on me either. His hands come to cup my cheeks and as he gazes down at me through the blank, expressionless eyes of the mask, a feeling of calm washes over me. His touch is almost gentle…reverential. I swallow and he groans.

“That’s it, good girl, Cora. Swallow me deep.”

My shivers turn to tingles, and I push myself a little deeper. Maybe if I can make him come, he’ll be distracted enough that I can make a run for it. Careful not to show too much enthusiasm, I whimper and push myself a little deeper.

“That’s it, my beautiful girl,” he whispers, watching my face as he thrusts his cock further into my mouth. “Let me use your sweet mouth.”

He sounds so sincere, despite the voice changer, that I’m almost fooled into thinking he means it. But I know he doesn’t. He’s a stranger. An insane stranger who’s trapped me in my bathroom. I don’t know why he’s doing this. I don’t know what he wants, but I can guess. He wants to own me. He wants to use me.

“That’s the way. Let me fuck that pretty mouth.”

He’s started to thrust into my mouth to match the words he’s whispering, occasionally sighing.

“That’s it, my little slut.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out his voice as he thrusts harder and deeper. I wince when his cock hits the back of my already sore throat, and he grunts with the effort it takes to push further in. He’s so fucking big, and he’s getting harder by the second.

I try to back off, terrified that I’m going to choke on my own spit, but his hands tighten on my face, and he groans.

“Fuck, you look so good on your knees with my cock shoved down your throat. You want it, don’t you? You want me to fuck your mouth.”

“No,” I manage to whisper around his thickness, but he doesn’t stop.

“Yes. You want me to come in your mouth. You want to be a good girl.”

I try to shake my head, but he’s not having it.

“I want to hear you beg me for it.”

The words should set my teeth on edge, they should fill me with revulsion, but instead, they’ve only made the shivers turn to tingles once more – except this time it’s between my legs.

“Cora.” A warning as he pulls his cock free of my lips. Ribbons of drool stretch from my lips to his tip and drool runs down my face. It even coats my chest.What would it feel like to replace that cold wetness with the heat of his cum?

“Please,” I say, my voice shaking as my tears begin to fall again. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

I’ve never begged a man for anything in my life, and I’m not proud of it, but I need him to stop and leave me alone. And, if I’m being honest with myself, his words were changing something in me. I know it’s wrong, but I want to make him come – and not just so I can run away.

“Please, let me swallow your cum.”

I’m pleading with him now, and he grunts, nodding his head. His hands move to the back of my head as he continues to fuck my mouth, no longer holding my face, but it doesn’t matter because I’m not going anywhere. I’m frozen in place. I just have to breathe through my nose, keeping my mouth open as wide as possible around his girth, as drool leaks from the corners of my lips, and my cream drips from between my legs.

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