Page 56 of Feast

“No,” she admitted and wondered if she was really floating six inches off the ground or if it just felt like it.

“But to keep it simple, this stays between us,” he continued, his voice like gravel. “Agreed?”

“Agreed,” she said eagerly and held up her hand. “Pinky promise.”

He stared at her extended finger for a second, then into her eyes. “I think we can do better than pinkies.”

“Penis promise?” she suggested. “Pussy promise?”

“There’s that sassy fucking mouth,” he said, his voice mild. But there was an undercurrent vibrating in the air between them. “I’m going to put it to good use.”

She had to swallow again to keep from drooling. “When?”

Five minuteslater she was on her knees at the foot of his king-sized bed, her wrists tied behind her back and her eyes watering as she choked on his dick.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You can take me.”

She wasn’t sure about that at all. When they’d done this back in Vegas he’d let her set the pace, but he wasn’t doing that now. He had both hands on her head, using fistfuls of her hair to keep her from moving as he pushed his dick to the back of her throat. She gagged, the retching sounds muffled, and he slipped in a little further.

“There you go,” he crooned, the gentle words at odds with the sinister tone. “That’s a good girl.”

He held himself there long enough for panic to seep in, then pulled back. She coughed and gasped, eyes streaming, then he was back, doing it again.

He fucked her throat with sure, even strokes, keeping up a steady stream of dirty talk while she gagged and choked and gasped for air on the outstroke.

“Look at you,” he said, a glint in his eyes and a sneer in his tone. “You love this, don’t you?”

She tried to nod, but his dick was in her throat and his hands held her too tightly to move.

“On your knees, drooling all over your tits while I jam my dick down your gullet,” he continued, pumping just a little bit faster, a little bit harder before yanking himself clear to crouch down in front of her. He grabbed her chin, waited until she’d finished coughing, then said, “Say it.”

She blinked hazy eyes clear and looked into his. “I love it,” she said hoarsely.

“Tell me what you love.”

“Your cock in my mouth.” Her throat felt raw, swollen and battered. “In my throat.”

His fingers tightened on her chin, his eyes like coals. “Beg me for more.”

“Please.” Her breath soughed in and out, spit dripping off her chin. “Put your dick back in my mouth. Fuck my throat until I gag, until I puke. Until you come. Please, Daddy."

“You want my come in your mouth, down your throat?”

She jerked her head in an abbreviated nod. “I want to taste it.”

“What will you give me for it?”

She blinked, and desperate, said the unthinkable. “Anything.”

“Anything?”

There was a dim, dark corner in her mind where she recognized what a bad idea this was, but it didn’t keep her from rasping, “Anything.”

The smile that curved his lips was anything but pleasant. “All right,” he said and rose.

She opened her mouth, ready, eager. He slapped his dick against her right cheek, against her nose, then shoved it into her mouth and started fucking like his ass was on fire.

It was a brutal pace, almost violent. Her eyes watered so much she stopped being able to see, and more than once she was afraid she might actually throw up on him. But she kept her mouth open, her tongue out, and did her best to breathe whenever he gave her enough room.

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