Page 47 of Deadly Obsession
I let out a steadying breath. “It’s okay. We’re friends. We’ll be okay.”
“What did I say!” Arthur barked out, waving the end of the shotgun at us as if we could possibly forget we were at gunpoint. “Now pull his cock out and give it a good suck for us. Sera, make sure to watch, my dear.” He racked the actionof the shotgun, ejecting the spent shell to chamber the next one.
That was when it occurred to me…
How many shots was that? One, three, four? Definitely four. Meaning there were more than likely four or five rounds left.
Assuming James put one in the empty chamber when he added a full tube. So, all we needed to do was hope Arthur was dumb enough to give us at least five more warning shots. Then we could all attack him at once before he was able to draw the revolver.
Maybe one of us could live. Or maybe not.
My scheming was cut short by something warm and soft tapping my forehead. “See that, mate? She’s hypnotized by your cock. Good, smack her with that beast,” I heard Arthur say.
He was right. I’d totally zoned out, trying to think of a plan, and hadn’t realized Brian’s dick was hanging in front of my face.
My god.
We’d all joked about the man likely being hung like a horse based solely on how square he was. This, though, this extra limb in front of me was as close to a dream come true as possible for any monster smut girl. I held back a smile, imagining the viral videos of booktokers reacting to thecouldn’t fit two hands around itsound clip.
“Let’s go, Danielle. Get to work!” Our captor punctuated his command with another shot. This time aimed above the fireplace, the shrapnel of the stone raining down on us as we shrank into ourselves and covered our faces.
Four more. Maybe three.
There was hope we were going to survive this. Reaching up, I wrapped my palm around Brian’s cock, and even flaccid, it was more than a handful.
I didn’t even like dick, but I could appreciate this one. What was Lola thinking?
Curious to see how big this monster truly was, I looked up at Brian, locking eyes with him. He was handsome. I’d give him that. Nothing compared to Sera, though. So I closed my eyes and thought about how amazing her tongue felt on my clit.
I tried my best to mimic the passion and skill she’d used to bring me to orgasm and put that to work on Brian’s cock. I’d only ever sucked one dick before, and it wasn’t horrible. And right now, it was strangely sexy. I was truly fucked in the head, because if I was being honest with myself, even having this psycho aiming a gun at us—forcing us to do this—was turning me on.
Taboo, taboo, taboo!I heard one of my favorite Booktok influencers saying in her high-energy Speedy Gonzales sort of way.
He was growing so fast in my mouth. I could feel the thickness of his length fighting against my jaw, forcing me to open wider. I slid my head back, popped him out and reached up, putting one hand over the other. Twisting and stroking him as I worked my jaw. Trying to prepare myself. I glanced out of the corner of my eye. Sera was still seated on the couch, but it appeared as though she’d picked up the glass of wine from Jade’s lap and was now just staring at it.
Meanwhile, Arthur had his cock out and was rubbing it between an ungloved thumb and finger. His dick looked like a hairless baby mouse compared to what I held in my hands.
Seriously, if anyone was King Arthur, it was Brian. Because this was the Excalibur of dicks.
We were going to survive. Patience was key. After we made it through this, maybe I’d spend a little more time with Brian here. Patience.
THIRTY
BRIAN
Never in my life had I had a woman do what Danielle was doing to me right now. I’d gotten the occasional blow job, naturally, but I wasn’t exactly a guy who got around. More so, I lived through the books I read.
In real life, I never really thought of myself as much of a man. My father had viewed me as a disappointment because I hadn’t joined the army like he and my brother had. Then, after my younger sister had enlisted in the Navy, that had been really it for me. I’d been practically disowned.
I wasn’t brave, didn’t know how to shoot, wasn’t very strong… And, honestly, at twenty-five years old, I was still afraid of the dark.
Even in the fucked-up situation I’d found myself in, Danielle was somehow making me feel like a man. The things her tongue was doing to my cock were blowing my mind. I struggled to maintain my balance, holding on to the fireplace mantle to keep myself upright. Danielle drew her head back and spat on my cock before sealing her lips around the tip and using both hands to stroke my length. My entire body shuddered and my legs grew weak, causing me to grab the mantle with my outside arm now.
It was then that my left hand collided with something else. The large clock that sat in the center. Made of dense wood, the kind they used in the early 1900s. That was when an idea came to mind. Waiting for the opportune moment where Arthur was completely entranced with our display, I would toss the clock in his direction. Catching him totally off guard so that I could lunge forward, grab the shotgun and become the hero! I’d prove my father wrong and perhaps even get the girl in the end.
“No! You cannot come until I’m ready!” Arthur barked at us.
Looking over, I realized he had his dick out and was clearly trying to get hard. I watched as he spat into his hand and began stroking himself.
