Page 14 of Resistant

His list is short, and it’s given me false hope that there will be less opportunity for him to hurt me. I lock the door.

Brynn, you don’t have to like this, just endure it. Maybe this is the worst thing I’ve suffered through, but I am strong.

That many credits will have a huge impact for us, and I can’t let that advantage slip through my fingers.

Maybe if I am especially miserable, he might reward me with more credits. It’s a win win. I won’t even have to pretend; my horror will be real.

I feel my skin crawl and try to push my personality into the deep recesses of my mind. I’m no longer Brynn. I’m doing this for Brynn and her children and there is no price that is too high to pay.

I take another deep breath, stare him in the eye, and make a beeline for the door. He catches me easily, too easily, twists my arms behind my back, and forces me to my knees.Fuck that was quick.

I struggle in his grasp, my hair covering my face and I spit at him. My nails dig into his forearms and he hisses out a breath. I can feel his arm muscles shaking with the strain of holding me in place. His fingers curl around the back of my neck cruelly, and I sputter as the carpet smashes into my face. I kick out at him blindly. My feet don’t make contact. I hear clanking and the whoosh of leather slipping free from his pants and he binds my wrists behind my back.

He grips my hair with his fist. Pain burns through my scalp and I yelp. Gentle fingers push my hair out of my eyes, while my scalp throbs in contrast to his fist.

“Now, you are going to be a good girl and take my cock down your throat.”

He wipes my spit from his cheek and yanks on my hair until I whimper in protest. His eyes darken, so I whimper again for show.

He unzips his fly and snarls. “Open.”

I press my lips closed and turn my head away giving him the fight he wants. He clutches my chin, his thumb and forefinger pressing painfully into my chin. I grit my teeth together refusing to give in. He increases the pressure and as the pain intensifies, I gasp and open my eyes.

He stares down at me, holding me prisoner.

“That’s it, open for me.”

His fingers dig under my jaw and the pain radiates outwards. The tears leak out of my eyes as he presses the tip of his cock to my lower lip. I try and swing my face away, but his grip on my hair is relentless.

His cock presses against my closed lips. I snap my teeth at his cock, but he’s faster than I am. I look up at his face as a dark chuckle falls from his lips. The hair stands up on the back of my neck and I suppress a shudder.

He alters his grip on my chin and his fingers dig painfully into my cheeks, forcing my teeth apart. I feel his cock slip between my lips and he slams into the back of my throat.

I’m pressed into his groin, my nose smashed up against his skin and I fight to breathe.

A dark chuckle floats down to me through my haze and he eases me away from him. My eyes steal to his face, the intensity of his gaze drawing a sob out of me.

Don’t cry.

Both fists curl around my hair and he brings me forward in a rush. I’m not ready and I gag around him. Drool drips down my chin and I choke on my spit. My lips ache painfully from the force he’s using to fuck my face. He thrusts himself repeatedly down my throat. I can feel the back of my throat beginning to bruise and tears fall unbidden down my face.

He slows his pace, staring down at me. A sob breaks free from my mouth and is quickly muffled by his cock. He releases my head. He drags his fingers across my cheeks smearing my tears. The gentle touch of his thumb slowly strokes under my eyes to collect new tears as they fall. He raises his thumb to his mouth, licking away my salty tears.

“Suck,” he commands.

His soft flesh scrapes against my teeth as my mouth closes tighter around him. He hisses in pleasure.

I take the lead bobbing my head to take his cock in my mouth and pull it back out. Saliva is dripping all over my face. I can feel wetness in my hair and my jaw aches. Fingers comb through my hair gently as I suck him. I slowly increase my pace. I’m tired. I want this to be over. My knees are beginning to ache and my arms are going numb behind my back.

The belt buckle clinks against my wrist. I focus on that sound instead of the wet sucking and his groans.

Clink, clink, clink.

I force myself to look up at him again. His head is thrown back, and he’s beginning to thrust himself into my mouth again. His movements are jerky, and I know he’s getting close.

I watch as his orgasm rolls over him. He grunts and my mouth is filled with his come. His cock pulses in my mouth. The thick white liquid clogs my throat, runs out of my mouth and down my chin. Drops splatter down to my chest.

His fingers slide to the back of my head again gripping my hair, forcing me to look up at him. His cock slides from between my lips with an audible pop.

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