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“Shhhh. I’ve no intention of killing you right now,” he laughed softly, pulling the belt until it tightened around her throat. It did not hurt, but the implication of what was coming next made her quiver. “Remember what I said. Please me and I will do what you want. Now, open your eyes.”

She did, staring up at him from her knees.

“Normally, I would have you pull my cock out, but with your hands bound, I’m afraid that’s not an option. Next time.” Oliver undid his jeans before pushing the material down to ride low on his hips. “You see what it says, don’t you? Good. Now, take your punishment like a good girl.”

Londyn’s eyes watered, a cry bubbling up in her throat.

SWALLOW.

The word was tattooed in an ornate script across the lowest portion of his sculpted abdomen, stretching from one side of the V to the other. His large cock loomed below it, thrusting up from the neatly groomed pubic area studded with things that looked like barbells. She counted six of them; shiny silver bars that captured the light and reflected it. With his free hand, Oliver stroked himself as Londyn watched, his thumb caressing the barbells and the head of his cock until a groan was wrung from his lips. The noose around her neck tightened like a leash used to control a wayward pet.

“Take a deep breath, little dove. You’re about to get all nine fucking inches of me. I’m going to fill that sweet throat with cum, and you will swallow every drop. Now, open for me.”

Everything seemed to move in slow motion and a very surreal fashion. Londyn automatically parted her lips, and then he was pushing his way inside, gliding past the barrier of her teeth and hitting the back of her throat until she gagged. Olivertskedand withdrew a few inches. Reaching down, he cupped her chin in his hand and forced her to meet his icy-blue eyes. They had noticeably darkened until the irises were indistinct from the dark-blue ring surrounding them.

“Have you never given head before?”

Londyn shook her head the best she could with the belt holding her head immobile. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Not because Oliver was hurting her but because her own response frightened and confused her. Trembling with emotion, her body was betraying her. Between her legs, moisture gathered, and beneath the silky gown, her nipples were diamond-hard points so sensitive that every brush of the fabric had her swallowing back a moan.

Oliver huffed out a laugh. “I’m going to be all your firsts, Londyn, and all your lasts.” He slid back in and quickly withdrew so she could breathe. “Fuck, your mouth is amazing. Open wider for me and flatten your tongue.” He thrust deeper, the cold barbells on the underside of his shaft clinking against her lower teeth. The mushroom-shaped head of his cock impaled the back of her throat again until she choked. “Breathe through your nose, dove,” he instructed in a rough voice. “Fuck, I’m not going to fucking last long. Not when your mouth is so goddamn hot and tight. Even your fucking teeth feel good.”

Dropping the end of the belt, Oliver’s hands buried themselves in the thick waves of Londyn’s hair. He held her, cradling her head in his palms as he began steadily fucking her mouth. When she tried pulling away, salvia dripping down her chin, he jerked her back into place, his grip tightening as he chased his pleasure. But although it was brutal and degrading and easily the most frighteningly arousing thing she’d ever experienced, Londyn sensed Oliver was restraining himself from losing control. His thrusts were shallow enough that she could breathe but still so deep that he brushed the back of her throat, swelling her cheeks with the thickness of his cock each time his hips flexed.

Was he really trying not to hurt her? The flash of gratitude she felt even as his hands cruelly held her in place was both illuminating and disgusting. How could she be grateful for this spec of kindness after everything she’d suffered at his hands? Why wasn’t she biting his dick off? Or ripping out one of the barbells with a quick snap of her teeth? Why,whywas she allowing this? And why did she want his hands to snake between her legs and make her come?

“Goddamn, you’re gonna make me come before I’m ready,” Oliver warned, the words coming out in a strangled curse that invaded her disjointed thoughts. “Swallow me, Londyn. Swallow every inch of my cock and every drop of my cum.”

Hearing his filthy words, Londyn clenched her thighs tightly, rubbing them together to get some relief. From what, she wasn’t sure. Something was wrong with her. Something so terrifying that she couldn’t begin to understand it. It was dark and insidious. Overwhelming. A craving that must be fed. Something must be done to ease the ache deep inside her. She needed something to quiet the roaring in her head. To soothe the blood rushing through her veins.

“Fuck…” Oliver hissed, hands clenching her hair with such force that she would have screamed if her mouth hadn’t been so full. Then he was exploding, warm salty liquid pouring down her throat in what felt like a gushing river. She was drowning. Coughing. Semen and spit mingled together, spilling from the corners of her mouth. Oliver did not stop rocking his hips as his release filled her. A groan of immense satisfaction rumbled through his body, and Londyn was lightheaded as the sound washed over her.

For an eternity, Londyn waited. Accepting. Crying. Swallowing.

Just like the tattoo across his lower stomach predicted she would.

ChapterEighteen

Oliver

Christ.

Oliver’s breath escaped in harsh grunts. His head swam with the force of his orgasm. He couldn’t remember ever coming so strongly from a simple blow job. In fact, he might not have ever come so hard in his life.

As he came to his senses, he became aware of many things simultaneously. First, his little prisoner was sobbing at his feet with his cock stuffed in her mouth. Tears tracked down her cheeks in salty trails, and his cum glistened at the corners of her mouth and on her chin. She was still trying to swallow his release, which was quite admirable. Second, he held a fistful of her hair in such a tight grip that it was likely excruciating. And third, her body was quivering almost uncontrollably while her thighs shifted together in a restless motion.

Pulling out of her mouth, Oliver tucked himself back inside his jeans but left them unbuttoned. Londyn stayed where she was; lips parted from her shaky breaths; eyes closed. She was silently crying, and Oliver’s cock stirred despite the explosive orgasm he’d just experienced. He was ready to go again in an instant.

Swiping a finger across her chin, he gathered the remnants of cum and pushed it back into her mouth. “I told you to swallow every fucking drop, Londyn.”

Her eyes flew open at the taunt, the gray depths cloudy with angry tears and frustration. Glaring at him, she swirled her tongue around his forefinger, erasing the evidence of his climax as they stared at one another. For a long moment, Oliver allowed her to do as she wished, remembering just moments ago how her tongue felt against his piercings, how she gagged on his thick length and swallowed reflexively each time he went a little too deep down her amazingly tight throat. He probably shouldn’t have used her so roughly—especially when she was so inexperienced. He’d been with women far more experienced at fellatio who couldn’t deep-throat a cock of his size. Yet, this innocent girl, all five-foot-four and one-hundred-and-fifteen pounds of her, had taken every inch he shoved in her mouth.

“Good girl,” he crooned as she continued licking and sucking his finger. He liked how her eyes glittered with the brilliance of diamonds when he praised her. Her reluctant need for it was something he was already addicted to. She was exquisite. A goddess. A toy he would enjoy fucking over and?—

Like an angry little cat, Londyn’s teeth clamped down on his finger with such force that Oliver knew she had drawn blood. The pain was barely acknowledged. It was insignificant compared to the things he’d endured. In fact, her attack only hardened his dick and his resolve.

“Oh, that was a mistake, dove. Cute, but a mistake. And you were behaving so well,” Olivertskedwhen she finally let go so she could spit out his blood. Her eyes flashed like thunderstorms rolling across the seas as she glared at him.

He grinned, wrapping a hand around her upper arm and abruptly snatching her onto her feet as if she were nothing but a ragdoll. “I guess my cock down your throat wasn’t punishment enough?” he murmured, staring into her eyes. “You want more, don’t you? Well, I can certainly accommodate that.”

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