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I start to move back and forth, sucking as he starts to fuck. We work together into a motion. I reach up and want to touch him. I want to grab at his thick root and pump it as I suck him. Before I can touch him, my wrists are in a tight grip. They hurt.

Fuck.

He thrusts with force, once, twice… three times… four… Fucking my mouth so hard that my head starts to bounce back. My mouth and throat can’t keep up with him. I start to make gagging, groaning noises that get louder and wetter. Then he stops.

He exits my mouth, lets go of my wrists, and he pulls the blindfold from my face.

I look up to see a masked man staring down at me. He takes his mask off.

“Tyrant,” I groan. “Oh… fuck…”

“Which cock was best,claimed one?”

“Yours,” I say.

His right hand connects with my left cheek, sending a shocking jolt of pain throughout my face and into my head. He grabs my jaw and bends down toward me.

“It was me the entire time,” he whispers in a deep voice. “You are myclaimed. Do you think for one fucking second I would let another man touch you? Let another man fuck your tight mouth?”

The feeling of heat that pours through my body is nothing I’ve ever felt before. I blink fast, ready to cry. Somewhere deep inside my body I had this horrible sinking feeling that I was cheating on Tyrant.

Cheating? Really? How is that even possible?

It had been Tyrant each time. Offering his cock over and over. Fucking with my head. Teasing me. Torturing my emotions.

Tyrant grabs his slippery cock with his left hand and strokes himself once, gliding with ease from all my spit on himself. I ease my tongue forward from my mouth and lick around the head of his cock. Doing so without permission.

Tyrant slaps my face once more and I curl my toes, groaning. I inch forward and kiss under his thick, heavy shaft. My tongue moves forward once more and I lick him, root to tip. I pause and I wait for him to slap my face again. I’m eager for it.

Oh, God, what has he done to me…?

When Tyrant slaps my face for the third time, a sharp pain shoots through my head, right to where my staples are located. I don’t mean to cry out, making a loud whimpering sound the way I do. It’s just reactionary.

I look up at Tyrant, my eyes welled with tears.

“I’m sorry I made that sound,” I say, my voice crackling.

His right hand touches my head, right against my staples. Maybe I’m just totally out of it but I swear I see a look of concern on his face.

“I’m okay,” I whisper. “I swear.”

His fingers slide to the back of my head and he curls his lip as he stares down into my eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck if you’re okay or not,claimed one,” he growls. “You’re going to finish sucking my cock.”

He pulls at my head and his cock is right back into my mouth. Deep, thrusting, hitting the back of my throat with force. I nevertake my eyes off his, looking up, feeling him fucking my mouth, waiting for him to come.

He is myace. I look forward to swallowing his cum. Part of me never wants him to finish so he’ll fuck my mouth forever. That way we can be together… forever…

I think I’m in bigger trouble and more danger than I can possibly comprehend.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

TYRANT

I pullmy cock from myclaimed one’s throat and watch a thick line of spit and cum trail from her lips to my cock. It breaks and slaps against her chin and throat. She remains on her knees, looking up at me. Her face is flushed, eyes glistening from tears, and she’s taking slow, heavy breaths.

“Clean up,” I tell her.

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