Page 502 of Filthy Elites

“Who’s going to stop me,” he taunts. “Now get on your knees, I want to feel your lips around my dick.”

A shudder ripples through me as I slowly sink to my knees between his legs. I expect him to stay seated, but instead he stands, his cock level with my face.

“Take my cock out.”

My fingers shake as I reach out and push his boxers over his hips until his hard dick bobs free, precum dripping from the tip.

“Lick the head,” he orders.

Tentatively, I push out my tongue and lick over the swollen head, the taste of the clear salty liquid filling my mouth. I feel a tear leak from my eye and roll down my cheek. He catches it with his thumb, bringing it to his lips and sucking it into his mouth.

Soft fingers stroke over my hair as he caresses me. “Eyes on me, little bird, I want to watch. Look how hard I am. It’s all for you, my dick’s only ever gotten hard for you since the moment I saw you.”

“Sebastian,” I whisper, but I’m not sure what I want. Most of me wants to get up, to run away and hide, but a small part of me wants to lick him, to tease him and taste him and make him come. I want to make him feel as out of control as he makes me, I want to take back some of the power he’s wielding over me.

“Get to it, little bird, show me how much you want my dick. I want to feel the back of your throat, show me how much of a good girl you can be.”

More tears fall from my eyes and I close them, hiding from him in the only way I can.

“Open your eyes, no hiding,” he demands as if he can read my thoughts.

Leaning forward, I part my lips, my eyes locked on him as I engulf the head with my mouth. His skin is warm, almost hot, and a wave of something that feels a lot like desire washes over me.

“Jesus fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” he rasps, his fingers tightening in my hair until pain laces across my scalp.

I suck on the head until his hips start to move, pushing his length farther into my mouth. “That’s it, little bird, all the way in, show me how good a cock sucker you can be. I’m going to take your mouth every fucking day, so you need to learn how to get me off.”

Trying to move, I start to withdraw my mouth, letting his dick slide out, but he doesn’t allow it, holding my head firmly in place and pushing his cock down my throat until I gag. I slap at his legs, but he doesn’t release me. His fingers tangled in my hair, he holds me in place, my nose pressed against his groin for a long second, until eventually he lets me pull back and I gasp for air the moment my throat isn’t full of his dick.

I’ve barely got my breath before he’s pushing back into my throat again, only this time he doesn’t hold me there, allowing me to set the pace and depth as he groans words of encouragement.

“Fuck, little bird, that’s good, so fucking good.”

“Don’t stop, god, don’t fucking stop.”

By the time my jaw begins to ache, I’m enjoying myself, it’s not the act necessarily, but the power I feel as I’m doing it. His dick is in my mouth, one clamp of my teeth and I could literally bite his cock in half. Right now he’s at my mercy, his pleasure completely dependent on me.

“I’m coming, baby, swallow it all, don’t lose any of it,” he growls animalistically, holding my hair tightly and keeping me in place as he comes in my mouth in thick spurts that hit the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow instinctively.

When his hips stop jerking and his cock starts to soften, he drags my head away and smiles down at me with a look of… awe on his face? Grabbing me beneath my arms, he pulls me from the floor, holding me to his chest as he kisses me almost reverently. I know I’m not the first person to suck his cock, but for whatever reason, he seems ecstatically happy with me right now.

“Fuck, little bird, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect. I love you so damn much,” he praises, before his lips find mine and he kisses me again, not caring that his cum was in my mouth only moments ago.

I melt into his embrace, then remind myself that I’m his prisoner and force myself to pull away and stiffen. “I have class.”

“You could stay home,” he cajoles, his smile charming and compelling.

“It’s the first day.”

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically, flinging himself down onto the bed to watch me get dressed.

My meager belongings have been added to the row of new clothes in the closet, looking shabby and cheap beside the expensive designer offerings he’s bought. No matter how nice the clothes are, I don’t want anything from him, so I ignore all of the beautiful things in favor of my ratty denim shorts and a plain tank top I bought at Target.

“Keep the shorts, but change the top,” he remarks when I step out of the closet fully dressed.

“I like this tank.”

“I can see your nipples.”

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