Page 34 of Throttle All the Way

The first time was violent, forced, unlike anything I'd ever done before. But this, seeing her succumb to the pleasure. This was fucking perfection.

My cock continued to release its cream in her, feeding the Kitty Cat that now purred beneath me. It was semi hard when done, and I held myself over her, loving the feel of her wrapped around me, trapping me inside of her.

When her eyes met mine, I smiled. “That's what being owned feels like, Kitty Cat.”

“Fuck you,” she panted, her pussy squeezing around my cock.

“Mmm, we'll get to that again soon.”

I gripped her by the neck, bringing her up to my mouth so that I could kiss and taste every inch of it. She moaned, involuntarily, her fingers gripping my head and yanking me off her.

“Never again,” she whispered, and I smiled, taking that as a challenge.

My cock grew hard inside of her, and I slowly slid out of her. She watched it pulse in the air and sitting back, I reached over, gripped her by the hair, and tugged to her knees until my cock was buried down her throat.

I guided her forcefully onto it, and like a good kitty she devoured it. Taking it down her throat over and over. The sound of her gags made it even better. She rolled her tongue over it, pushing away from me and I let her release it with a pop, from how hard she was sucking on it.

She knelt there, panting, lips glistening, and I slapped at her tits before gripping her neck and hair again.

I tugged her forward. “Straddle it,” I ordered and was pleased as she willfully did so.

“Put inside of you.”

She was angry, her eyes were on fire. “No,” she stated.

I gripped her throat tighter, bringing her mouth to mine. “Deny me once more, and I'll lock you up in a fucking cage with a nice little collar and leash for my new pet.

She quivered, almost as if liking the idea. “Fuck my fucking cock.” I snarled.

She gripped the base tightly, and I gritted my jaw. “Careful, kitty cat. I can still hurt you.”

She released me ever so slightly before slipping me inside of her again. The sound of her moan echoed around us and I couldn't help but smile, watching her bounce on my lap, as I won that last challenge.

MILA

It couldn’t be.

This wasn’t happening.

I wasn’t catching feelings for my own fucking captor.

Cipher was everything I hated in a man—dominant, calculating, a master manipulator who bent others to his will without breaking a sweat. He may have been a detective but he was still an outlaw, and he was no better than Yulian. Maybe worse, because he didn’t just chain your body; he chained your mind and soul, too.

And yet, God help me, his touch didn’t feel like a violation. It felt like salvation. Like the only anchor I had in a world that was spinning too fast for me to keep up.

His cock stretched me so perfectly, filled me in ways that made me forget everything but him. Every thrust shattered another piece of my resolve, each ragged moan tearing through my lips like a confession I couldn’t stop.

I hated him.

I needed him.

My hands pressed to his chest, my fingers curling into his skin like I could hold onto something solid, something real,but it wasn’t enough to stop the storm brewing inside me. Something snapped—a raw panic that gripped my chest like a vice and refused to let go.

“I can’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling as the weight of everything crashed down on me.

Cipher’s hands tightened on my waist, his grip steady, his cock pulsing inside me, grounding. His dark eyes bore into mine, unreadable, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of concern.

“Mila…” His voice was low, a warning and a plea all at once.

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