Page 11 of Hunted for the Holidays

“You want to taste me, little hunter?”

Something halfway between a murmur and moan slips out as I lick my lips in anticipation.

“Good fucking boy,” he croons before roughly shoving his length into my awaiting mouth.

I gag at the intrusion as his cock punches the back of my throat, but that doesn’t slow him in the slightest. Holding the belt tightly in one hand, so I can barely breathe and my hair in the other, I’m completely at his mercy.

He pounds into my mouth savagely, choking me with every last inch as his balls slap against my chin. “Fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back. “Your throat feels so damn good,” he exhales with an exasperated sigh.

My hands move to his muscular thighs, bracing myself and trying to remain upright as he roughly fucks my face. I struggle to breathe, trying to stay relaxed, but his movements seem to be fueled by rage and he punishes my throat with each bruising thrust. I start to use the tip of my tongue to massage the base of his shaft with each brutal stroke, and I can feel him pulse against me.He likes that.

“Yes,” he moans. “Use your tongue to make me feel good, little hunter. Now pull out your own cock and stroke it,” he commands.

I can’t deny him.I’d never deny him.

Fumbling with my own pants as he continues his assault, I struggle to free myself. I mumble and moan around his cock, but that only seems to drive him to fuck me harder. I’m finally able to undo my pants and boxers, pushing them down enough that my hard cock springs free. The air is frigid, but the relief of being able to touch myself is immediate.

“Fuck your hand. Let me see how much you love being used as my little fuck toy.”

He’s not wrong. Idolove it. Smearing the bead of precum from my pierced tip, I fist my length. My hand moves hard andfast, trying to match the speed of his pistoning hips. The taste of his salty precum leaks onto my tongue, and fuck me if it isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.

“I’m going to come!” he yells out into the emptiness of the forest surrounding us. “Swalllow every fucking drop and I’ll let you come after.”

He growls as warmth fills my throat, his cock throbbing violently against my tenderized flesh as he splatters me with his cum. I greedily suck it down, savoring every last fucking drop of his release. I can barely breathe, but I’ll gladly suffocate if it means I die in this intense pleasure.

He pulls his spent cock from the warmth of my mouth and releases my hair, the ghost of his touch leaving tingles radiating across my scalp. He tucks himself away, then crouches down before me. His heated gaze assesses me, his eyes searching my face as I pump my cock, desperate to follow him into bliss.

He finally rips the mask off his face and spits down onto my hard length, his warm saliva hitting my skin and his tattoo-covered digits wrapping around my own. The heat of his palm bleeds into the back of my cold hand as he guides my motions.

“Fuck yourself, little hunter. Let me see just how much you enjoyed sucking my dick and drinking down my cum.”

His filthy words and his touch push me over the edge, and I plunge into ecstasy. My mind and vision go blank, pleasure shooting through my entire being. I scream out into the void as rope after rope of sticky cum covers us both. Euphoric electricity shoots through me.

When I finally come back down, he releases his hold, and I immediately miss the feeling of his touch. He removes his belt and stands above me, a dangerous and imposing figure staring down at the desperate mess beneath him.

“Let’s get cleaned up and return to our captive, little brother,” Derek states before turning on a heel and heading back towards the cabin.

6

I DID SOMETHING BAD BY TAYLOR SWIFT

My eyes flutter open to the soft glow of morning light spilling in from the window. I attempt to roll over, seeking just a little more sleep, but my muscles scream in protest. Pain radiates through my shoulders, jolting me awake.

Of course, how could I forget about the hellish holiday retreat I stumbled into.

I flex my fingers, testing my circulation. They’re slightly numb, little pinpricks of pain stabbing from the inside out with the motion, but seem okay.Well, okay as they can be while tied to a headboard.I shift around on the bed, trying to sit more upright in order to alleviate the stress on my wrists. My core aches as I do so and the memories of what my captors did to me comes flooding back.

Derek may have not let me come, but I can’t deny how good it felt to have his broad tongue massaging my clit. When he screwed a thick digit into me, I thought my soul was going to leave my body. I’ve never been touched like that before. My father made sure that I stayed completely untouched. Tampons were even forbidden. I was definitely too terrified to ever evenslip a finger inside myself. The repercussions I would’ve faced outweighed any desire I felt to explore my own pleasure. The doctor checks were every six months, and before I was traded off to Kit, three different doctors of his choosing had to make an assessment to confirm my purity.

There’s nothing quite like laying in a room full of old male doctors who take turns slipping the tip of their pinky inside you while your father and soon-to-be fiance look on. They all agreed—I’m completely pure and ready to be bred. Well, Iwascompletely pure. Now, I’ve beentouched. The realization is…thrilling.

I know with every fiber of my being that my wedding night with Kit would’ve been nothing short of brutal. He would’ve ripped me in half, eager to feast on my pain as he chased his own pleasure. That was going to be my life–him crawling on top of me anytime he wanted, using me to his will, and breaking down every last piece of my soul until I was just a flesh fuck bag.The thought causes a shiver to creep up my arms.

I know that my captors used me for their own pleasure, but they also made me feel good. In the forest and last night, I felt things I’ve never felt before. And seen. Ohgod, when Wyatt pulled out that monster of a cock with a ring through the top and pushed it inside my mouth, I thought for sure I was going to choke to death. Derek may be longer, but Wyatt’s a lot thicker. My pussy throbs at the memory, wetness coating my inner thighs as I squeeze them together beneath the scratchy quilt.

What the fuck is wrong with me that I’m getting turned on by the memories of the two men who killed my fiance and kidnapped me, forcing themselves on me?I clench my thighs tighter in a pathetic attempt to alleviate the throb between my legs. I can’t deny the sad truth; that I want more from these men. Much more.

I let out a sigh, throwing my head back against the metal railing of the headboard. It creaks loudly and the gold knob adorning the post clatters to the ground. I cringe at the noise, expecting Derek or Wyatt to storm in here at any moment and dish out a punishment, but no one comes.

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