Page 17 of Game of Hell
“I’m already broken. There's nothing left of me that you can break.” My voice shakes and his eyes darken at my response.
“I promise, you’ll regret it.” With that last sentence he brings his hand down to my curls and yanks my head back. His grip is tight, a headache splinters my scalp and I swear I feel pieces ripping out.
“Ahh.” I yell out from the pain. My tears begin to fall but he basks in them.
He fills with satisfaction and digs his nails into my scalp. My head sits uncomfortably, almost connecting with my back and my hair is pulled taut.
“You ask and you shall receive.” He laughs and the mocking sound echoes in my mind—a sound I will never forget.
“My kind of pleasure is nothing like I showed you these past days.” I shudder at his words. A hidden meaning underlying them.
I’m terrified. What did I just sign myself up for?
“What—” He cuts me off by pulling my head farther back. I feel like my neck might break and he’ll find even more pleasure in that.
“Don’t speak.” His voice is unlike anytime I’d heard before. “Take off my pants.”
I hesitate but get to work at unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free, barely grazing my lips, salt instantly tingles my tongue as I lick them.
“What a slut, you can’t wait any longer can you?” His question sits in the air unanswered. I can’t risk having my hair pulled back even farther.
My eyes widen as I look over his large cock. Piercings line the bottom and I count up to six of them. Angry veins wiggle in and out of the space between them and pre-cum leaks down the base.
“You learn fast don’t you.” I nod and look up at him through my lashes. “Good girl.” He purrs.
I clench my thighs tighter together at the appraisal and he notices.
“If you bite me I’ll strangle you to death.” I nod and wait for him to lead me exactly where I want to be. “Pull down your top.”
I pull down the latex until it sits right at my knees. I can’t get it completely off in this position.
“Good little slut.” He murmurs. His free hand comes down and grabs one of my breasts. He flicks the hard nipple and pain radiates across my chest. “These would look fucking beautiful if they were pierced.”
I cringe at the thought of the pain. There’s no way in hell I’ll get them done.
“Touch yourself while you suck me.” He finally guides me to his cock and I slowly trace my hand down my stomach. I’m not that experienced when it comes to sucking men off but I hope it's enough.
I wrap my lips around the tip and suck hard. He groans and pushes me down further. His cock hits the back of my throat once he’s halfway in and I gag. His piercings are cold and foreign on my tongue as I lap at them. There’s no way all of this will fit, he’s too fucking big.
“Touch yourself.” He pulls my hair back, stopping me. His cock in my mouth and saliva dripping down onto his legs.
I push my folds apart and swivel my finger around my clit. I moan around his cock and he leans back with a groan. He loosens his hold on my head and I go back to sucking him.
I put my all into this moment for him. To witness the weakened state he's in as he takes from me. I sloppily lick at thepiercings that form a ladder up his cock, down to the base. He drops my hair and grips my cheeks so tightly my mouth is forced open for him. He lifts his mask and his grey eyes meet mine, all I can see is desire.
“You’re shit at this, but that turns me on more.” He muses and I whimper around his cock.
I push two fingers into myself and my walls clench around them desperately wanting more.
I lean back and rasp out, “I never said I was fucking perfect.”
He grabs my hair and brutally forces himself back down my throat. His other hand comes down and traces my throat where his cock sits. The pain turns into mind blowing pleasure and I shake as an orgasm tears through me.
“Keep going, Little Devil.” I grip his leg to balance myself and continue slurping him aggressively. I nip and tug at his piercings but he doesn’t seem to mind. I get used to them as they hit my tongue and teeth, enjoying the way he feels.
He hisses when I bring my other hand up and cup his balls. I twiddle them in my hand, gripping them tight but not painfully. He throws his head back and his cock swells in my mouth. I feel each vein twitching as his release builds.
He pushes his hips up, meeting each of my pumps and the warmth of his cum fills my mouth. His grip on me hardens as he goes stiff and a loud groan leaves his lips.
