Page 53 of Sweet Misery

“Did you like it?”

I hated to admit it, but I nodded again.

Massimo threw the knife suddenly. It embedded into the wall behind my head. My heart jumped in my chest at the move.

“Well, we’ll just have to one-up him, won’t we?”

He grabbed me roughly by the throat and put me on my back on a table in the room so fast it made my head spin.

I stared up at him, wondering what I’d done wrong. Instead of fury on his face, a tiny small graced his lips. I hadn’t even noticed he’d pulled a gun out of his waistband on me.

He ran it lightly down my thigh before bringing to to my face to show it to me.

“It’s loaded. Safety off,” he murmured. “If it goes off, it could kill you.”

I swallowed hard, scared about his plans of one-upping the twins.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed.

“What? No?—”

“Do you want to be punished, little daffodil?”

My ass was still tender from his punishment from earlier.

I parted my lips, my body shaking at what he was going to do.

He insert the barrel of the loaded gun into my mouth.

“Suck,” he whispered, his gray eyes dark like a stormy night.

Nervously, I sucked the barrel of the gun. My panic rose. The last thing I wanted to do was have a panic attack while he had a loaded gun in my mouth.

“Breathe,” he said gently. “Suck for me, Misery.”

I sucked as instructed, the tangy taste of metal in my mouth.

He pulled it free from my mouth much to my relief before he pressed it between my legs

“I’m going to fuck you right here with it,” he commented, pushing my legs apart.

“I’m scared?—”

“Good. Scream for me, little daffodil.” He shoved the barrel deep into my pussy, the cold metal making me jump and cry out.

He was relentless, not taking a moment of it slow as he pumped the barrel in and out of my wet confines. I squirmed, terrified of the gun going off.

“Don’t move. My finger might slip,” he said thickly.

I stopped squirming, my breathing ragged as I tried to control my fear.

With his other hand, he rubbed my clit. I moaned softly, torn on screaming or bellowing for help.

The pressure and pleasure grew until I was coming hard, my release rushing out of me like a geyser.

“Good girl. Such a dirty little thing,” Massimo cooed, pulling the gun free from my tender pussy.

I watched as he licked the barrel, collecting my juices, before he swallowed.

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