Page 27 of Sweet Misery

“Y-Yes.”

“What a terrible experience. If you’re a good girl and get on your knees for me, I can give you a better treat. Can you do that for me?”

I said nothing, going to my knees for him without hesitation. I knew the alternative, and I wasn’t going to suffer more than I already had.

He seemed amused by it because he let out another laugh before pulling his rock hard cock from his pants. It was just as big as Sever’s had been. My jaw ached just staring at it.

He ran the head along my lips as I shook.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth and he slid his dick inside with a soft grunt. With both hands, he fisted my hair and pushed deeper into my throat, cutting off my air.

I was going to die from a dick suffocating me.

Panic set it when he didn’t pull out. I clawed uselessly at his thighs, my head spinning and sparkles dotting my darkening vision.

Just when I thought it was the end of my misery, he pulled out.

“Breathe,” he growled. “Learn to hold your breath. To breathe when you need to. You’ll practice this for us. Massimo likes it when you can do this.”

I sucked in a deep breath and then another.

“Open.”

And that’s how he handled business with me. I’d open. He’d choke me with his dick. He’d pull out and let me breathe, and then we’d do it all over again until he slowly slid in and out of my mouth, instructing me on what he liked.

“Suck. More. There you go. Faster.” He took my hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock since I couldn’t fit theentire thing in my mouth. “Move your hand just like this on me. We can work on your deep throating dick later. There you go. Ah, just like that. Fuck, baby. Just like that. Make me come for you. Misery fuck, suck me, baby.”

I did as he instructed, a delicious zing darted around between my legs as I tried to learn all his little tells and terrified of what I’d have to do once I was successful.

It didn’t take long for me to find out.

He let out a feral groan that sent a shockwave straight between my legs, his release jetting out into my mouth.

I tried to pull away, but he held me in place, his dick throbbing and twitching against my tongue as he finished in my mouth, his chest heaving.

He slipped his dick out, and I let out a gagging cough, half of his release coming out and dropping onto the floor.

He let out a snarl and shoved me down, forcing my face into the mess.

“Lick. It. UP.” His voice was a commanding, angry snarl.

“P-Please?—”

He pushed my face harder into the mess as my stomach roiled with nausea.

“Clean up this fucking mess or get a very big punishment.”

I trembled and darted my tongue out, lapping at the mess on the floor and hating my life. I gagged several times but managed to swallow it all. When he tugged me by my hair and put me back on my knees, I was a snotty, sobbing mess.

He sighed and shook his head at me. Without a word, he lifted me to my feet before fully scooping me into his arms. I let him carry me to the bubble filled tub and place me in the warm water.

I relaxed against the back of the tub. Silently, he reached out and undid the sheet from around me. He didn’t remove it. Hesimply let it float open beneath the bubbles, allowing them to shield me from his gaze.

He quickly let out my braid before washing my hair as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him before he ran a soapy hand over my breast beneath the bubbles.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

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