Page 33 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“You understand what you are giving me permission for, right?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“That means I can take you whenever and wherever I want. At home. In the car. In the office. In public. If I want you to take me, you will. I will do it no matter how hard you fight me. No matter how much you beg me to stop, I won’t until you have swallowed every last drop of me,” he warns as if he is trying to scare me. “I will use that pretty little mouth as much as I want, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do but sit there and look pretty while you choke on my cock.”

“Are you trying to scare me or make me come, because it’s working,” I say with a sweet smile. “Roman, I give you consent to do whatever you want to me orally. This includes choking, light smacking, breath control, and even the extremes like fucking my throat with the intention of making me throw up. I want it all, and I won’t want it gently. My limits are cuts or bruises, so open-hand hits only. I want to taste you, so only in my mouth… When I am ready for more, I will tell you.”

“What type of shit are you reading, Riah?” he asks.

“Smut, baby, now give me all you’ve got,” I say with a grin.

Roman leans down and grabs me by the throat, making me giggle. “I’m going to have so much fun destroying you, mi amor,” he says softly before kissing me hard.

When he stands up straight, he grabs my head between his hands, and I open my mouth wide just in time for him to shove the full length of his cock down my throat. He instantly starts slamming his cock down my throat, and although I don’t actually want him to stop, I fight him for the fun of it. This only encourages his speed, and he becomes more violent as he takesmy throat. I keep pushing his hips, pretending that I am trying to get him to back off, so he snatches my wrists and pulls them behind my head.

Finally, able to put his stress somewhere, he gives me his all. The more I fight, the harder he fucks. He is pushing deep, and I gag every time he bottoms out. “Choke on it, bitch. This how you like it? Hmm?”

All I can do is sit here and take it. All I want to do is take it. It’s weird to be gagging so violently but moaning at his aggressiveness. Tears are streaming down my face, and my pussy is aching to be brutalized like that. Calm down, girl. You’ll get your turn one day.

I realize what he is doing when he stays deep in my throat when I start to retch. I told him I was okay with the extremes and mentioned throwing up, so he is pushing me right to my limit the first time. I think he is trying to scare me, but I also believe he is teaching me something. What that is has yet to be learned. All I know is I love this man so fucking much.

“Look at you. Too fucking weak to get away,” he laughs as he continues his violent thrusts down my throat. “Come on, Zoriah… There ya go…”

It happens so fast that I actually start fighting. His speed is unrelenting, and I can hardly breathe, let alone keep track of what he is forcing my body to do. When Bile starts to rise in my throat and the retching gets worse, I try to pull my hands free. He lets them go but has such a tight hold on my head that itdoesn’t matter. I let my body go limp to try and lay down, but he doesn’t let me.

“Look at you struggling,” he laughs as I start hitting his legs, trying to not throw up all over his dick. I don’t want him to stop, but the thought of throwing up on him is humiliating. I am so fucking afraid that he will get angry at me or think I’m nasty. I am trying to fight away that feeling because he wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t okay with it, but it’s tricking me into trying to escape something that I love so much. I love how brutal he is, but I love more that I know he will take excellent care of me after.

“Fucking pathetic. Look at you,” he mocks. Why is that so hot? His words are so cruel coming out of his mouth, but they makes me want to be fucked.

When another wave of nausea hits me, it doesn’t stop. I am absolutely panicked that he will hate me, so I keep trying to push him away. He pulls me off the bench and onto my knees. Like this, he can go harder and deeper. Suddenly vomit rises and has nowhere to go but out of my nose and around his cock. It is coating my chin, neck, and all down my abdomen. I am sobbing now as he keeps fucking my throat. His moans keep me grounded enough that I know he is loving what he is doing to me. I get myself to stop fighting, but I have my nails dug into the back of his thighs.

“Fuck, Riah. Good girl. Goddamn, you feel so fucking good,” he moans, getting lost in his pleasure. Hearing his praise calms me, but I am still gagging and retching. I feel disgusting, but I know he will clean me. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming,” he groans as he pushes deep. He is looking down at me with admiration all over his face.Sweet moans escape him as he brutally fucks my mouth. I grip onto his ass and unexpectedly moan when I get my first real taste of him. This triggers me into sucking hard, wanting more from him. When he finally breaks, his eyes roll back, and he moans deeply as I drink him down.

When he pulls back, the humiliation slams down on me, and I try to shy away. Before I can, he grabs my face roughly and tips my head back to force me to look at him. I am whimpering and sniffling as I cry, but his words stun me. “You are so damn gorgeous like this,” he says before kissing me hard. His words and his kiss instantly relax me but shove me into a daze of sorts.

When he pulls away from our kiss, he kneels down and takes to cleaning my body. I am mentally exhausted, but this simple act of cleaning the mess we’ve made off my body is like a drug that I am instantly addicted to. The act of being brutalized was absolutely amazing, but this? This is what I love the most. The care and attentiveness to my state of mind after what we did. He is hyperaware of where I am and what I need. When he finishes cleaning my body, he stands and scoops me into his arms so he can cradle me in his lap as we sit on the bench. I turn into his body and relax. When I hear the bathroom door open, I don’t move.

“What the hell did you do to the poor girl?” Ben laughs as he opens the shower door and shuts the water off.

“He tried to kill me,” I mumble.

“Did you fuck her?” Ben asks.

“No,” Roman chuckles. “She consented to free use orally. Set her limits, and I met them at the line.”

“Ohhhh. You throat-fucked her while she threw up. Nice,” Ben says.

Roman gently lifts my face and smiles softly. “Why did you fight?” he asks simply.

“Because… I was afraid you’d be mad,” I admit quietly. “It was humiliating.”

“Discounting any fear you had about my reaction, what did you think?” he asks.

“I loved it,” I say. “I love the brutality and mix of degrading words and praise. I loved the aftercare the most. I think it taught me something.”

“What’s that?” he asks.

“No matter what happens, you’ll always be there in the end to take care of me and remind me that you love me unconditionally.”

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