Page 52 of Take Me

All my attention goes to my neck, forcing myself to relax even as I want to jerk and try to expel the sudden intrusion.

“Ahh, ah,” I protest again, but the cock keeps advancing, and I can’t do anything but keep still as to not trigger my gag reflex as he sinks into my throat and snuffs out my breath.

Moisture pools at the corners of my eyes as he stays there, and my hands clench and unclench at my back as I struggle to fight off the lurking panic that hovers at the fringes of my mind. I’ve had Nikolai deep in my throat several times, but the psychological effect of having a complete stranger there is severe.

As my air grows scarce, I start jerking again. But my head remains stuck in the vise of Nikolai’s hands, so I start moving my shoulders instead, and as the desperation grows, I writhe my whole body. My chest stutters with the need to breathe, and I’m just about to lose control over my gag reflex when the man pulls out.

I cry out, heave in air, cry again, and breathe hard. I barely notice the sloppy sound of a man jerking off and a few splattering sounds as he groans and comes. All I know is that he’s not coming on me as the urgency of breathing still racks through my body and makes me fall forward as Nikolai releases my head. He catches me with an arm around my chest as he sinks to his haunches behind me and swipes my hair out of my face.

“Such a good girl. Look what you did,” he croons. With a gentle hand on my cheek, he nudges my head to the side, and my eyes go positively wide as I watch the dog bowl on the chair and the splatters of cum inside it. “You’re gonna make all four of us come, and then you’ll get to eat too,” Nikolai says softly.

I shake my head ardently, still panting from the loss of breath. “Aah, aa,” I protest again, making garbled sounds. But I don’t get to protest for long. Banding an arm tightly around my shoulders, Nikolai holds me in place as a new man shoves his already hard length into my mouth. There’s nothing I can do to stop it. Nikolai wraps his other arm around my waist, pinning me in place, and I sink into him as the intruding cock snuffs out my protests and my very ability to think. All I can do as he fucks my mouth is focus on breathing when I can and keeping my throat relaxed.

Spittle drips from my mouth as the man picks up pace. He doesn’t sink deep into my throat like the first, but the pace with which he shoves in and out has me reeling, gasping, and whimpering.

“Such a mess you’re making,” Mikhail scolds, swiping at the long string of spit dripping down my chin toward my chest. “Get your hands up and clean up the mess,” he demands, mocking me like he did so many times in the dungeon when putting my hands in the mittens and ordering me to open my fists.

I jerk against the cuffs on my wrists, whimpering as I remain stuck—stuck in the cuffs, stuck in the vise of Nikolai’s arms, and stuck under the onslaught of the constant pounding in my mouth.I can’t,I try to say, but the words become a nonsensical string of sounds around the intrusion.

“If you don’t obey, I’ll use your spit to use your ass,” Nikolai threatens, and I pull more frantically as I blink my eyes around my surroundings and catch a few glimpses of men watching me. The stranger fucking my mouth and Mikhail aiming a stern expression at me. I feel utterly pathetic and helpless as I keep drooling, utterly powerless to do a thing, and the frantic energy builds as I think about how these men will see my most intimate opening invaded in a moment too. But as much as the humiliation pulls me into despair, it also gathers deep in my belly and sends liquid heat to my pussy.

A moan escapes me as the man fucking my mouth pulls out, and then I watch in horror as he comes into the dog bowl.

Before I can recover, there’s a ripping sound of fabric being cut as Nikolai procures his switchblade and cuts a hole in the back of my dress. Just big enough for him to access my ass.

Grabbing my chin, Mikhail demands my full attention. “In a moment, we’ll all be able to see what a little assshlyukhayou are as Nikolai shoves a finger inside your ass and you can’t stop moaning.”

“Ooo,” I whimper, trying to sayno.But Mikhail knows me well. He’s the one who has trained me to like the depraved humiliation of having something inside my ass. And when Nikolai slides two fingers across my jaw to pick up a long string of spit, then positions them at my rear opening, all the dormant need from earlier in the day flares alive with a vengeance.

Nikolai tuts. “I barely even need to touch you. The thought alone drives you wild. You really are a dirty little ass slut.”

Mikhail opens his pants, letting his rock-hard length spring free right in front of my face. He pulls my head forward to unbuckle the chain at the back of the harness, allowing my head free movement. “Suck it,” he demands, moving my head back in place. “I want to see what a well-trained little slut you are, doing the job yourself.”

Blood rushes to my face as I stare at his hard length, then glance up at him. As much as I’m embarrassed by the whole scenario, I want him. My blood pumps with eagerness to taste his cock again and submit to this man who pulled out the most shameful sides of me and made me embrace them. Slowly, I lean forward, pushing my open mouth over his very long length.

“All the way inside your throat,” he says.

I gasp as Nikolai starts massaging my rear entrance, sending sparks and swirls of heat through my sensitive nerves. But I keep going, nonetheless.

“Ah, yes,” Mikhail groans as I lean in to take him to the back of my throat. “That’s it. Show me how much you’ve missed my cock.”

I jerk as Nikolai pushes two fingers inside my ass. The advance is slow and measured, just like my movement as I take Mikhail into my throat, snuffing out my own breath. Sensation bursts through my core, and all thoughts vanish in a cloudy haze as I disappear into floaty subspace, accepting the total loss of control as these two men command my body.

“You are not allowed to come,” Nikolai says as my garbled moans grow longer and louder, revealing the building tension inside me. “Not until I say so.” He shoves his fingers deep inside, making me gasp around Mikhail’s cock.

Sensation rushes through me, crackling with sparks and heat at my core like an electrical device about to short-circuit. Or explode. It takes everything I have to stop the orgasm from rolling. I go rigid, tensing every muscle to keep the sizzle of pleasure from advancing and expanding. But still, I keep bobbing my head back and forth, relishing Mikhail’s rumbling groan as I take him deep into my mouth.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he draws my head back and aims his cock at the dog bowl on the chair. White rivulets of cum spill into the bowl, sending trails of trepidation and desire twining and twirling along my spine at a hazardous pace that threatens to send me over the edge. Nikolai keeps his fingers still inside me, and I’m more than grateful for it. If he moved the slightest right now, I wouldn’t be able to control a thing. And he knows it too.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear, sending a shuddery shiver down my neck as his breath tickles my sensitive skin. “I know how hard it is to hold back. But in a moment, you’ll get to come. Once I’m inside you and you’ve eaten every last drop of your dinner.”

Mikhail sinks to his haunches in front of me and starts removing the ring gag.

I whimper as I try to close my mouth once the ring is gone, and Mikhail gently massages my jaw to help me along. “Slowly,” he urges. A mischievous spark lights up his eyes. “Unless you’re in a hurry to get your dinner.”

I don’t even know how to respond. My head is so fuzzy I can’t seem to discern whether I’m more disgusted or aroused by the idea of licking up the contents of that bowl. And when Mikhail places it in front of me and I stare down at the thick layer of cum, I still can’t decide. All I can feel is the instinctive need to obey as Nikolai says close to my ear, “Eat.”

He draws out his fingers, eliciting a long moan from me as I lean down. Without my hands to balance me against the floor and my muscles being all loose and weak, I all but fall into the wide bowl, my forehead straight into the sticky mess. With a whimper, I try to lift my head out, but Mikhail forces me to stay in the mess as he wraps long fingers around the back of my neck.

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