Page 53 of Inevitable Destruction

My mind is a whirlwind, my thoughts racing back and forth on an endless loop. I’m ashamed of his dick between my lips right now, the pressure of it gliding over my tongue ring again and again.

I never wanted to become this person—someone who whores themselves out for drugs—but this is what I’ve become. This is how far I’ve fallen.

Rhett’s musky scent invades my senses as he thrusts his hips up, the tip of his dick pushing down my throat before retreating just as quickly. I don’t have time to react before he does it again. I gag, my stomach retching on instinct before he pulls back, his hand gripping the sides of my head. His thumbs brush just over my ears to steady my head as he starts fucking my throat. “Let daddy fuck your throat, baby. That’s it. Relax and take it.”

The heat pooling in my groin increases tenfold as his words infiltrate my dazed, foggy mind. Reacting purely on instinct and what I assume to be lust, I release the tension in my shoulders and stop swallowing the saliva pooling on my tongue so I can relax my throat and let him use me.

It’s all about what he wants, because once he gets it, I get what I want.

I push my palms into the mattress just beside his thick, tattooed thighs to keep my balance as he uses my mouth however he pleases. My jaw aches, to the point it’s almost unbearable, but the high floating through my mind does its job at whisking the pain away almost as soon as it arrives.

“Dominik.” My name is spoken abruptly, and I startle at the sharpness of it, but Rhett quickens his pace, pushing impossibly deeper into my throat. I’m so full of him, I can’t even gag—there’s no room to.

Before I can rip myself away to inhale some much needed air into my lungs, Rhett groans and stills, keeping my head in place while his cock twitches. I can feel his cum shooting down my throat. The sensation triggers my gag reflex, and I fight it with everything in me to just relax and let it flow down my throat.

Eventually, he releases my head, and I yank myself up and off of him, sucking in big gasps of air. Before I have time to blink, I’m flipped onto my back, the humid air whipping around me.

“You know I was watching you?” He sounds slightly breathless, but I can’t be sure if it’s actually him or just the cotton sensation in my ears.

I push my wayward curls away from my face and scrunch my brows together in confusion. His rumbling chuckle assaults my ears as his fingers wrap around the front of my throat, brushing back and forth along the sides of my neck before continuing down my body.

“Watching me?” I croak. This time, he trails his fingertips over each collarbone before heading straight down over my belly button.

“Yeah. When I threw you in that interrogation room. I was coming to talk to you when I saw what you were doing—your hand wrapped around your cock as you worked yourself so feverishly. Like you couldn’t wait another second to touch yourself.” He chuckles as his finger trails over every softly defined ab gracing my malnourished stomach.

“I—Those pills made me horny after I woke up,” I confess, my face burning, all the way to the tips of my ears.

“Did you get hard thinking anyone could be watching?” He feathers his touch over my hip bones, and my mind turns to mush.

“I didn’t think about that. I just had to do it.”

“So you didn’t care… Time and time again, you keep proving to me that you are a little whore.” He digs into the soft flesh of my upper hip, and I jerk on instinct.

My blood is burning hot, electricity zinging through me with every stroke of his fingers against my skin. “I—” I cough, squirming under his inquisitive stare.

“You’re daddy’s little whore, aren’t you?”

I swallow at his choice of words. “I am,” I confess, giving him the admission he so desperately wants.

He wants me.

“Mmm,” he hums, and this time, I feel the pressure of his fingertips in the one place I never wanted to feel pressure. I clench on instinct and try to slam my legs closed, but Rhett’s grip on my thigh increases as he keeps me spread open for him.

I allow my eyes to glance at his body so close to mine, his upper body hovering over me. He removes his hand from my leg, only to bring his fingers to my now closed lips.

“Suck. Get them nice and wet because trust me, baby, you’ll want that.” I stare up at him, wide-eyed and fearful. He got what he wanted. He came—I can still feel his release stuck in the back of my throat. So why is he still here, now trying to get me to do more?

I feel faint as my body flushes with another intense wave. If I make him go, I probably sucked his dick for no reason. If I let him do this…

The smallest promise of being able to forget it all has me parting my lips. I suck his fingers hard, like I would his dick, getting them as wet as I can. After only a few seconds, he pulls them from my mouth and wastes no time pressing a single digit against my hole.

“I c-can’t,” I stammer, the same fear returning tenfold.

What am I doing? I can’t do this—it’s going too far. This was only supposed to be—

“Doesn’t matter if you can or not, beauty boy. You’re going to regardless.”

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