Page 34 of Sinister Games

His blue eyes turned almost black in the dim light as he asked the question. His jaw tensed as he waited for my response.

“Never,” I breathed. It was the truth.

You could see his body somewhat relax. It might sound crazy, but somehow, I felt as though if my answer had been yes, he would have demanded a name and that man would be dead by morning.

Richard moved forward in his seat as he gripped his cock. “Open your mouth.”

“Richard, I don’t know if—”

“Elizabeth. Open. Your. Mouth. If I have to force you I will, but I’d much rather you do this willingly. This time.”

Feeling the power of his presence and his words, it wasn’t a matter of my not having a choice. I actually wanted to do this. Wanted to please him. Wanted to once more stretch the limitations of my comfort zone and experience the level of pain and pleasure his eyes promised.

I wanted to play his game.

Rising up on my knees, I tilted my head back… and opened my mouth.

“Good girl, like my baby bird, begging to be fed.”

Unable to suppress a whimper, I tried to control the trembling of my lips as the large purple head slipped past them. Closing my eyes as his hands wrapped around my head, I braced for what I knew was coming next.

This was going to hurt.

He thrust his hips forward the same moment he pulled my head down. The hard length of his cock slid along my tongue to press painfully against the back of my throat. My shoulders hunched as I gagged. A small bit of foamy spittle slipped from my mouth to land at the base of his cock.

Uncaring, he pulled back and thrust again. This time I could feel the head slip deeper into my throat. My lips stretched around the base as my teeth dug into the underside of my tongue. Once more I gagged. My abdominal muscles clenched as my nails dug into his thighs.

Thrust after thrust, each one pushing deeper into my throat. I could imagine the outline of his cock bulging through the thin skin of my throat.

The musky scent of his skin filled my nostrils as I breathed heavily through them.

After a particularly violent thrust, tears slipped down my cheeks.

Richard eased forward on the chair to increase his leverage as he watched me struggle to swallow his cock.

“Eyes on me, love.”

I kept my teary gaze on him as my jaw began to ache. Spit dripped from the corners of my mouth onto his trousers. The swollen length punished my mouth and throat. I could feel every inch, even the ridge of the head as it slid over my sore tongue. Desperately I tried to keep my teeth from scraping along his length.

I began making obscene retching noises and moans. There was no doubt the patrons who surrounded us knew what was happening behind our glittering curtain of light and I didn’t care. In fact, it spurred me on. The idea that all of these people knew that I was debasing myself on my knees in front of this powerful, godlike man only increased my awareness of my own submission.

“That’s it, baby, swallow me down, like a good girl.”

The primal growl of his words spurred me on.

As my body accepted the pain of his thrusts, I frantically clawed at the layers of ruffles and fabric of my dress, desperate to touch myself. Finally, the tips of my fingers felt the silky, wet fabric of my panties.

My two middle fingers moved in circles over my silk-clad clit as I reveled in the pressure of his hands on my head as he guided me deeper and deeper onto his cock.

“Eyes on me,” he once more commanded. “I want to feel the tip of that pert little nose of yours against my stomach.”

My eyes widened in shock. Already I was struggling to accept his length but I could see there were still several inches before the base.

He pulled free. “Deep breath, baby.”

Taking a deep breath, I begged, “Richard—” That was all I was allowed to speak.

His cock pushed past my lips, across my tongue, then pressed against the back of my throat till the weakened ring of muscle gave in and he slipped deeper.

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