Page 13 of Strangled
I breathe out a gasp mixed with a pained groan as the hand wrapped around me tugs with fervor. My skin feels like it’s on fire from the friction.
“Sl-slow down,” I splutter, my hips pulling back to get away from the painful heat.
“Mine,” his voice thunders, muffled behind the wall. I hesitate, alarm bells clashing and banging around in my skull, warning me of something, but when slick heat smothers my crown, nothing else matters.
“Shit, goddamn.” Expletives spit from my mouth left and right as the mouth behind the wall works me to the edge in a matter of seconds. I pull back, wanting this to last for-fucking-ever, but the hand around me tightens unbearably, a low, rumbling growl vibrating my dick.
Taking his cue, I thrust forward, my hips smacking the wall. It jars me momentarily, but the sudden loss of heat and the sound of retching just on the other side spikes my blood. I’m lost to everything else as I slam against the barrier between us, the sound of his slurping and gagging dragging me closer to the edge.
The smell of mold and mildew burns my nose with every rugged breath I take. I reach back between my legs, my fingers skating along my crack as I search for my balls. Once they’re in my grip, I massage and tug on them in time with the mouth working me over.
My head rolls back, my throat arching at the emergence of a deep tingle. It coils in my groin, shooting licks of fire along each nerve ending.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I’m not sure he can even hear me as I mumble incoherently, but the suction increases, along with theobscene slurping. My dick feels wetter, hotter.
The heat snaps and flushes through me. My balls tingle, drawing up tight as they pump my load into the eager, awaiting mouth. I’m sucked down, powerful draws dragging more and more of my release from me—to the point of pain.
“Goddamn,” I groan, my head fuzzy and filled with white static at the surge of rapture. My dick softens in his mouth, but he still doesn’t release me as he continues to idly suck. I’m over-sensitive now, and the sensation makes me jerk unsteadily with every long pull.
“Too much,” I mutter, pressing my forehead against the wall. My hips ache from the force of my thrusts as I pull back. “Fuck!” I shout as a deep sting radiates along my shaft. My first instinct is to pull away from the pain but doing so only makes it intensify into an aching throb.
I can’t fucking think straight as I pant through the pulsing. The teeth lodged in my flesh loosen slightly, enough to cast a flush of warmth over my spit-slick skin as he speaks.
“Mine. Stay.”
My stomach plummets, the fog from my orgasm clearing from my mind instantly. I freeze, a bone-deep chill erupting along my skin. The goosebumps prickle, stinging as they deepen.
I blink a few times, hating how I can’t fucking see. It’s dark—too dark. It doesn’t help that I’m still unbelievably fucked up. And I’m alone in a room with a stranger, literally trapped in his hand.
My softened length continues to throb in his painful grasp, begging for release in more ways than one. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing my dick to quit fucking reacting to stimuli—especially since I just got off.
I don’t like this—the fear, the apprehension, the goddamn chills lighting me on fire.
“Let me go,” I grit, hoping my voice doesn’t waver like it did in my head.
“Mine,” the voice sounds again—harder, deeper,angrier.
Fuck, what did I do?
“If you don’t let me go, I’m going to start banging on the wall, and someone will hear.” This time, my voice does shake. He can hear it, too. His huff of breath fans over my shaft, but his grip loosens slightly. I hold my breath, waiting until he releases me just enough…
“Be back,” I hear the short and to-the-point mumble just as he frees me. I pull myself out of the hole so fast, I catch my skin on a jagged piece of wood, shouting as it scrapes along my flesh.
“Goddamnit!” I growl, holding my dick in my hand as I fumble around, feeling for the cut in the pitch-black room. My thumb grazes over a small, uneven tear, along with a smear of blood.
It doesn’t feel too deep, so I shove myself back in my pants and clamber backward, keeping one hand behind me and one in front just in case the dude comes out from behind the wall.
My ears ring, the sound making my temples pulsate. The bass from the music vibrates the floor, pounding in tempo, but the sound is inconsequential as my ears focus on the sounds in this room.
Nothing.
Absolute stillness, apart from my panting.
As my fingers wrap around the doorknob and yank it open with desperation, I try to ignore his words replaying in my mind on a loop.
Be back. Be back. Be back.
…Mine.
