Page 25 of Pretty Little Princess

“Ffffuck,” Pyotr hisses, pausing as my lips meet the base of his cock.

He holds me there for several seconds, suffocating me as he seems to revel in the way my throat constricts around him. Fresh tears sting my eyes as I gag again. It takes all my willpower not to bite down.

His cock twitches as I gag a third time, then he mercifully starts to ease back out of me. Intense relief floods me, combined with a rush of something more forbidden as he withdraws. Just before his cockhead can slip out, he pushes forward once again.

I remember too late that I’m supposed to use my tongue as well, but this time, he quickens his pace, giving me little room to improve. Pressing into my mouth more adamantly, he finds the back of my throat before I’m ready, and I feel the bile race up my throat.

Thankfully, he doesn’t linger again, and I swallow the bile down forcefully.

His pace grows steady, his thrusts insistent as he fucks my mouth. I try to keep up, running my tongue along the base of his erection as best I can.

“Good girl,moye vladeniye,” he rasps, his fingers curling to grip my hair.

I shiver as the heat between my thighs intensifies, and my panties grow moist.

“You like that?” he mocks, seeming to sense my arousal. “Do you still feel like a princess when you’re giving me head?”

The taunting question tells me that submitting to Pyotr isn’t resolving the bad blood between us. He’s escalating. Bullying me, probably due to resentment over what my brothers did. Either that or he really doesn’t like me for some reason I can’t fathom.

The realization douses my building excitement like a bucket of ice water over my head. Suddenly, I’m intensely aware of how close to suffocating I am. Pyotr’s pace is relentless, his thrusts almost bruising the back of my throat, and bile threatens to burst from me at any moment.

“This is what your mouth is good for,” he says, “taking my cock and swallowing my cum. I want you to take every last drop.”

My stomach tightens as I realize he’s close. His cockhead swells and hardens further as he rocks forward, pressing deep into my mouth once, twice, three times. A guttural grunt bursts from him as he holds the back of my head firmly and drives his cock all the way down my throat.

I gag, and a second later, hot, sticky, viscous trickles across the back of my tongue and down my throat. He’s so deep, I’m swallowing the cum without even tasting it, and I choke as tears run from the corners of my eyes.

Pyotr’s grip softens as he breathes heavily, and slowly, he withdraws from my mouth.

“Lick it clean, my bride,” he commands, holding his tip in front of my lips like a lollipop.

I obey, circling his cockhead with my tongue and tasting a pearl of salty cum that leaks from the tip. As soon as I’m done, he steps back and pulls his pants up, buttoning and zipping them swiftly.

“Not bad for your first time,” he says casually. “But don’t worry, practice makes perfect, and you have a lifetime to improve.” Then he turns and exits the supply closet, leaving me speechless on my knees.

As soon as the door closes behind him, I collapse onto the ground, my legs curling beneath me as my palms find the cold, unforgiving floor.

I sob.

Is this what my life’s become? Am I just a piece of meat for Pyotr to use as a means of getting off?I feel lost, abandoned, and utterly hopeless.

And I know I can’t tell anyone. Talking to my brothers has only made things worse so far. I know they’re just trying to protect me, but no matter what they do, it only seems to tighten the noose around my neck. No, in order to survive this, I need to learn to suffer in silence and hope things get better.

But just how bad could things get?I shudder at the possibilities.

10

SILVIA

“I don’t like it,” Nico states, leaning against the doorjamb of my room.

“Yeah, well, you don’t have to like it,” I remind him dryly as I zip my roller suitcase and haul it from my bed onto the floor.

I’m headed to New York for a long weekend with the Veles family on a personal invitation from the Matron.To smooth things over and show that our alliance is back on track,as Father puts it.

“I fucking hate this,” Nico growls, combing his fingers through his hair in a signature gesture of frustration.

Rolling my suitcase to the bedroom door with me, I give my brother a sad smile. “It’ll be okay,” I promise, though I’m still working on convincing myself of the same thing.

---