Page 94 of Dreadful
“Fuck, Talia.” He squeezes my hip almost to the point of pain. “Fanculo, fallo ancora, dolcezza. È così bello.”
Fuck, do that again for me, sweetheart. It feels so good.
I moan again and wonder if he realizes he’s slipped into Italian. Something about him losing that control feels powerful, and all I want to do is be good at this for him. He easily hits the back of my throat at this angle, and my gag reflex pushes against him.
“You’re doing so good for me,dolcezza. Keep taking me like a good girl. Even if you want to bite me, suck me dry instead. If you relax your throat, I should fit.”
Barely.
He pulls out, revealing his cock, gleaming with my saliva. His thumb massages a muscle in my jaw that I didn’t realize had been clenched. He gives me plenty of time to suck in a breath, showing him I’m okay. I close my eyes and focus on relaxing my jaw, tongue, and throat.
I’m ready for him when he guides himself in again, this time breaching my gag reflex before sliding down my throat. He hisses with pleasure, and I hum mine in response. His fingers squeeze my ass cheek before he lets go of my head, leaving me hanging with his cock gingerly thrusting in and out of my mouth. I grip the leather belt for dear life, but I promise myself I will go to my limits before I use my safe motion. And just as he promised, I get brief respites of air and a chance to say my safe word between thrusts. After a few pumps where I remain silent, he holds my waist to steady me and picks up his rhythm.
“Cazzo, Tallie, you feel so fucking good. Do you enjoy giving a blow job to the man you hate?”
My teeth scrape over his shaft in warning, and he hisses. Suddenly the knife inside me moves, making my jaw go completely slack.
“Remember what I told you,vipera. Your pussy is mine, and I can destroy it how I please. I gave you a safe word for a reason. If you fuck me over instead…”
To finish the rest of his sentence, he lifts the knife up and down, pushing the handle in and out. My blood pressure skyrockets, but when his cock leaves my lips, the safe word doesn’t leave with it. Instead, a lusty moan comes out, and I round my lips around my teeth to show him I’ve been tamed. Sort of. As soon as he’s inside again, I hollow my cheeks and tighten around his shaft as hard as I can. My pussy flutters against the handle, and I can’t help marveling at the fact that giving him pleasure is almost enough to make me come, too.
Eventually, his constant movements calm me down. I’m bound and suspended, but trusting Sev is freeing. The shallow pulses he performs with the knife are nowhere near the depth he plunges into my throat. The blade hasn’t touched me once since that last threat, and the tip of the handle draws pleasure from deep within me. I moan against his cock, and he curses above me again.
“You love me fucking your throat, don’t you? I need to taste how much you love it.”
Before I can register what he means, a warm swipe across my clit makes me shiver and cry out against his cock.
His cock plugs my throat and pulls out swiftly, letting me get some air as his tongue tastes me again.
“After I get my taste, you’re going to tell me everything I need to know.”
No. I won’t.
My mind makes the silent vow, but my body is still eager to please. I keep sucking him, massaging the tip and shaft with my tongue. He curses and laps at my clit, all while mimicking his motions with the knife handle in my pussy.
The moment isn’t sweet anymore. It’s still intimate, but now it’s hot and raw, exactly what we need to get our hatred out. He face fucks me, making me sputter and choke for breath, and yet I still refuse to give him my safe word or tug on the belt.
I’m too focused on making him feel good and riding my own orgasm to the top. My muscles tense and my sensitive nipples rub against my bra. The cold air kisses my bare skin as he devours my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth. My heartbeat thrums underneath my skin and pounds in my head. Stars shimmer behind my eyelids—
His cock suddenly pops out from between my lips. The knife stops moving, and his tongue leaves my clit. I cry out in frustration, but he wraps his arms underneath my back and slowly lifts me into a slight sitting position.
“Wh…what…the hell…Severino.”
“Sev or Sever. Never Severino.” Worry creases his brow, and his eyes dart over my face and body. “You were having difficulty breathing.”
“Who cares…it felt good,” I whine breathlessly. “I want to keep…going.”
“You really weren’t going to use your safe word, were you? Do you have a death wish?”
I shrug, and he shakes his head. “Yeah, that’s it. We’re done.”
“What?! We can’t just be done!”
“I’m new to this, Talia, but one thing I know is that youhaveto communicate. I won’t keep doing this if you don’t.”
I bite my lip, and desire darkens his gaze before he looks away.
“Promise, Tallie. You may have been on a suicide mission with Claudio, but I won’t let you die sucking my cock.”
