Page 20 of Eden's Deliverance

“Now, you said something about a big head, right? I think it’s time you’re properly introduced,” he mocks, staring into my eyes with pure, fiery lust. “Is your safe word still Oklahoma? I know how funny you think it would sound with a dick crammed down your throat, so if you’re going to say it, at least let me get it in there first.”

As I watch him and listen to the filthy words spewing out of his mouth, my mind wanders in loops. This man has become a revelation, the salvation Eden promised, and my sexual guide—all wrapped into one kinky package.

This is what I’ve been looking for. This is where I belong.

SMACK.

I spit a muffled shriek out of the open-mouth gag. A dribble of saliva comes with it as I hang my head down, trying to shake off the slap to my bruising cheek. The man cups the underside of my chin and forces me to look up at him once more. “Answer me.”

I nod my head slowly in defeat as he bends at the knee, meeting me at eye level. He releases my chin from his grip, moving his hand to brush light, tendertouches across my stinging cheek. It’s hard to not lean into it when he shushes me so sweetly.

But it’s a trap, and I fall for it instantly.

Before I know it, his fingers creep through my open lips, slide along my tongue, and tease the back of my throat like he did in the White Room. Naturally, I start to panic, but he winds his other hand into my hair to keep me still.

His soothing voice coaxes me open for him. “Shh, you’re a good girl. I know you can take it like last time.” He fucks his fingers into my mouth, talking me through it until I no longer choke when he’s at full depth. “I’m just getting you ready for me.”

The fingers give up their abuse on my uvula, only to readjust and hook around my bottom teeth while his thumb sits under my chin. He pulls me by the jaw until I reposition myself, sitting at the edge of the bed with my feet dangling at the floor.

I should probably get a rag doll tattooed on me to commemorate him, becausefuck…I love it when he treats me like one.

Now that I’ve been arranged to his liking, he gets in close and stands directly between my open thighs. I watch in awe as he unbuttons his jeans slowly, and it’s a sight to behold—the way a man can make mundane actions look so sexy.

It’s enchanting to watch the way his muscles flex and bulge with every movement. The pop in his vein when he pinches the button. The strain of his chest muscles when he pulls down the zipper. The way his hand looks wrapped around the thick beast he just released from his pants.

He must see the nervousness in my eyes, because he shushes me again, cradling the back of my head with his free hand. “Sorry, darling. Couldn’t trust you not to bite me with that attitude of yours. I’d say open up, but I guess you don’t really have a choice, do you?”

That’s the last thing he says to me before forcing the head of his cock through the gag. I quickly realize nothing short of this level of depravity will ever be enough for me.

This is the point of no return.

6

Julian

Iam so fucked.

She looks ambrosial in the way she’s all tied up, her skin bulging around the restraints—plump and ripe for the picking. I’m staring into her open mouth, and all I want is to stuff her full of my cock and the cum I’ve been saving up for her.

But this isn’t about my pleasure, and fuck Skylar for stealing it.

I’m supposed to be buttering her up and making her want us so badly she has no choice but to come to the Red Room. But seeing her like this, completely at my mercy…fuck, I just want to savor it.

Is that too much to ask?

I grab her hair, tilting her head back all the way so she’s facing the ceiling. What I wouldn’t give to take a picture of her like this as a permanent reminder of just how nasty she can get with a little bit of handling.

She wants it so fucking bad—she wantsme—and Skylar isn’t here doing a fucking thing. Why should he get to reap the benefits?

I lean in close to her face, then gather some saliva and spit it directly into her mouth. As expected, she spooks easily and rears back for a second, but I slap the same cheek already bearing my bright red handprint.

God, she’s a vision like this—all open and wanting, glaring up at me with tears in her eyes. She’s pretending to be angry, but I don’t buy it because she’s also emitting this ravenous aura; she’s hungry for it.

Such a good girl for me.

I straighten again, then grab my dick by the base and line myself up against her open mouth. Her tongue dances around as if she’s trying to make room for me to fit, but it finally settles at the bottom of her mouth when she can’t find a better position.

Perfect.

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