Page 11 of Throttle All the Way

She cried out, arching back as I forced the vibrations over her clit.

“No,” she half whispered, half moaned as I leaned back, my hand still gripping her throat as I watched her hips thrash beneath me. She scratched at my neck, sinking her nails into my wrists, choking back a sob as tears trickled down her cheeks. Yet all I did was watch as I buried the vibrator deep inside her, knowing her pussy was pulsing around it.

Ijust want one taste.

Releasing the grip I had on her neck, I quickly gripped her knee, forcing it open as I got down between her legs and got my first taste. She exploded on my tongue with that first flick and I sank down into the mattress, sliding the dildo out of her and replacing it with my tongue. I suck and ate at her pussy, starving for every little bit of cream she'd give me. She cried out, digging her nails into my head, raising her knees up trying to force me away but I fought her. Pinning her hands to the bed, I ate my meal. Hungry for more.

“No!” She screamed, kicking at me as I clamped down on her clit bringing her to yet another earth shattering orgasm. I held her there, suspended in that sensitive aftermath as I licked and nibbled at her mound. And when I was done, I got up and stared at her one last time before I left her there. Lying with her legs propped open, pussy glistening and used, little shudders still racing through her body.

I just left her there. Running the fuck away like a fucking coward.

I was a real motherfucker.

MILA

Cameras lit up the night as soon as the limousine pulled up to the museum. There was a gala going on tonight for the city of Seattle and I was to be on the arm of Tommy Lingdale. Renounced bachelor and son to the city’s Council Manager. According to his father, it was important that his son was kept on a tight leash tonight, and I was paid to keep him there.

The flashing lights did little but blind me as I stepped out of the vehicle, a practiced smile pasted on my face. Twenty-four hours earlier I had been ravaged and left traumatized by some monster and now here I was, dressed in my best Gucci gown and smiling at strangers.

I shuddered to think that the man who had broken into my apartment could be standing in the shadows watching me.

I didn’t know how to feel after everything that transpired. I’d been raped before, several times by Yulian Volkov, but could you consider what this man did as rape. He hadn’t penetrated me…technically. He’d only watched as he’d destroyed me.

I’d never in my life felt so vulnerable before or fear-stricken. This was another level of stalking. This was beyond anything I'd ever heard of.

I thought he’d hurt me if I didn’t do as he asked and I froze, time and time again, only to give him time to manipulate my body into orgasm after orgasm. Had I become so brainwashed that I didn’t consider what he did to be vile. And yet he was oddly brutal and yet gentle, as if all he wanted to do was give me pleasure.

Let me have this, Mila. Let me taste you.

His words echoed in my head, haunting me. How did he know my name? Why was he doing this?

Tommy laughed at something another gentleman had said and then excused himself as he tugged me over to the bar.

“If you’re gonna be my date you might as well enjoy yourself.”

I looked at him and gave him a small smile.

“Not much of a talker, huh? I prefer it that way anyway.” He took a shot of tequila and ordered two more.

I sighed, my eyes darting around the dimly lit hall.What was I searching for? A glimpse of him?

As another shot glass was placed in front of Tommy, I slid my hand in and intercepted it. He watched me gulp down the shot and laughed.

“Now that’s more like it!”

Getting trashed wasn’t my idea of a good time, but after the events of last night I thought it was appropriate. I spent the rest of the night listening to Tommy Lingdale go on and on about his house in the mountains and how his father wanted him to follow in his footsteps, but he just wanted to be free to do what he wanted.

I just sat there, my hand on my cheek listening to this rich boy whine about how he had to do what his daddy told him if not he’d cut him off. Privileged asshole.

By the end of the night I was buzzed but I had managed to do my job and put a drunk Tommy boy in the Limousine, unharmed, and dropped off safely back home.

I, on the other hand, took myself back to a hotel. I couldn’t stay in my apartment, and if I could I’d move out right away. But the lease was good until the end of the year, and I didn’t want to reach out to Sabrina. I didn’t want to owe her any more than I already did. It had already been a bad idea to let her know about what was going on in the first place. She only cared about her business and her money. Having an escort with a stalker would most definitely damage her reputation and I couldn’t afford that.

I used the black card Sabrina had given me to get a room at the Fairmont in downtown. It was a luxury I couldn’t afford but I figured it was the leastIllicitacould do. If anything, I’d put it on Tommy’s daddy’s bill. I’m sure they wouldn’t miss a dime.

As soon as I walked through the door I felt safer. There was no one here who could harm me, and I was able to use a name that nobody knew in order to have some privacy. All I needed to show was the Illicita card and I had everything I wanted brought to me.

After taking a hot shower I sat down and ate a steak dinner while watching a movie in bed. Wrapped up in my hotel robe, I nibbled on chocolate covered strawberries and pink champagne while I told myself that nothing was going to happen to me tonight.

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