Page 44 of Devoured
I shook my head, my breathing exploding in harsh pants. But my hips writhed, and when his hand cupped my pussy, the contact was amplified, because I could feel it. The warmth of his skin. The dip of his palm. The curve of his fingers. I circled my hips into it.
Good girl.
I swear I could hear those words, somehow, through the mist of the sensation, through the lack of it all. He pressed his cock into my mouth more, keeping the head on my tongue until I finally closed my lips around his cock. And then I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t feel anything. Only the presence of him. As if I was gone and replaced by a brainless, functional tool to be used.
And that’s what I was. An object. A literal fucking machine, with no ability to feel. To hear. To see. Not even to breathe. All that was left was my pussy, my mouth, and my ass, holes he could use.
His weight changed on the bed, leaning above me, his firm stomach touching the tip of my nose as he pressed in deeper, completely filling my mouth with him. He penetrated until he went past the curve of my throat, his balls on my chin. I gagged. Coughed. Sputtered. But he pressed on, his body crashing into me, because I was only a hole for him to use. I didn’t exist anymore. I was an empty-headed cavity, waiting for him to fill me.
He slid out and I gasped, lifting my head, taking in as much air as I could. Then he removed the earplugs and pressed his knees into my shoulders, keeping me down once again.
“Do you like this, Iris?” he asked, his deep voice the most arousing sound I had ever heard. His cock was burning hot on my lips, the warning that he’d take control of my hole again soon.
I couldn’t speak. I could only nod.Yes, Roland. Yes. I love this. Fuck me like I’m a hole. A fuck doll ready to be used.I wished I could see him, that gleam of a smile on his face. I sucked in a breath, readying myself for him, and he entered me, filling up my mouth, moving his hips back and forth. He leaned back, his cock still in my mouth, and played with my pussy, running his fingers along my slit. I was drenched, fucking drenched. And it wasn’t only from him eating me out, but this. All of this. Being used. Being shown that I could be nothing but a set of holes for him to abuse, and that I would love it.
“Your cunt is so wet. And you fucking love it. This is what happens when I show you that you’re nothing but my little fuck doll. You have no feelings. No life. Not air. You’re just my little doll to fuck and use as I please.”
He shoved himself all the way in, going past the curve of my throat again, tears running down the sides of the blindfold, my system shocked at the force. Then he resumed his steady rhythm, making me pleasure the tip.
“You can’t ask me any questions like this, can you? You can’t know or demand anything. You’re simply a wasteland. A vessel. My toy.”
Desire clenched through me at every part, and when he inserted a finger inside of my pussy once again, I was already close. Even though the blindfold was enveloping my sight, I clenched my eyes shut. Everything was numb, and yet everything was amplified. The touch of his hand on my pussy. The presence and warmth on his cock on my tongue, the numbness reminding me that this wasn’t about me tasting him. This wasn’t about my pleasure at all. This was about him, about Roland using me for his pleasure. It was about trusting him to take me to this place where I no longer existed. Where I was only a vessel. A cavity. A wasteland. A toy. A doll. Trusting him to use me. To bring me back in one piece.
