Page 66 of Stream & Scream
The cabin suddenly feels microscopic, too small to contain both predator and prey, too intimate for the kind of violence that's about to occur..
I back away from him, moving deeper into the single room that comprises the entire building, but there are no other exits, no secret passages, no convenient escape routes.
My back hits the far wall, and I realize I've trapped myself in the corner. I’ve cornered myself like the prey I've always been, finally faced with the predator who's been patient enough to let me pretend I had choices in how this game would end. This is exactly what he wanted.
"There's my girl," he says, approaching slowly. "Are you done running? Done fighting?"
He gets closer, crowding me in the corner without touching me just yet.
My hands find his chest, pushing with everything I have, trying to create distance that might allow for escape or at least delay my impending death.
He lets me push at him for a while, long enough for me to believe that effort might actually accomplish something, before his hands clamp down around my wrists, effectively stopping me.
"Good," he murmurs, pinning my arms above my head against the wall with one hand while the other traces the curve of my cheek with gloved, gentle fingers. "I like it when you fight. Makes it more interesting."
Then he drives me down, forcing me to my knees.
And he’s anything but gentle with me.
One hand tangles in my hair, holding my head exactly where he wants it, while the other works at his pants and belt to free his cock.
"You're so pretty when you’re crying on your knees, needy and waiting for me," he says, and I realize there are tears streaming down my face, though I don’t know why I’m crying.
There’s too much going on. Too much has happened in too little time. I hardly know who I am right now.
"Open," he commands, and I open for him without hesitation.
I open because I want to. Because I’m a fucking idiot and this is what I've been craving without knowing how to ask for it. And this is exactly what I've needed. Someone confident and possessive enough to take what he wants without apology.
He fills my mouth completely, pushing to the back of my throat immediately. His cock cuts off my ability to breathe, making me choke as my eyes pop open.
The piercings catch against the roof of my mouth, and I let myself feel them one at a time as they slide over my flattened tongue. There are so many of them, all spaced about an inch apart.
"That's it," he encourages me, picking up speed. "Good girl. My perfect fucking toy."
Toy. The word should demean, reduce me to something less than human, but it makes the ache between my thighs spread, and I find myself reaching for my clit.
I needmore.
His other hand finds my chin, fingers gentle but controlling as he sets the pace. His head rolls back on his shoulders as he groans loudly, filling the room with the sound of his satisfaction.
"Scream for them," he says through gritted teeth, and I realize he's talking about the cameras. "Let them watch. Let them see how pretty you are with your lips wrapped around my cock."
I’d almost forgotten about the cameras and the millions of people watching from home. Something about him makes me forget about the rest of the world. I get lost in time, stuck on the idea of his cock buried between my thighs. Power radiates off him at all times, and I want it.
I fuckingcraveit.
They're seeing me at my most vulnerable, stripped of dignity and my clothes. How do I return to society after this?
Maybe that’s the point.
I don’t.
He continues fucking my mouth, groaning and panting to the feeling of filling me until I can’t breathe. I continue playing with my clit, rubbing in fast, tight circles. The tightness in my stomach builds quickly, and I fall over the edge when he pushes deeper and holds it, emptying himself down my throat. His whole body shudders and he roars into the night.
And I drink him down. Every last drop, leaving nothing to waste.
I swallow.
