Page 19 of Painfully Merry

“Not nearly. The reminder that I don’t have a job hits a little too strong. I need you to pay a little more. Kneel.” I place the fire poker on her shoulder, applying pressure until she kneels. “Don’t fight me, I’ll always win.”

I glide the poker along her collarbone, dipping into her pyjama top and popping the first button open. Her chest rises, pushing her breasts out for me. Despite the apparent sexual confidence she walks around with daily, she looks a little lost. Sabrina isn’t used to giving up control, it seems. I keep popping each of her buttons.

My dick grows with anticipation at the sight of her naked chest. The poker glides over her beautiful skin, leaving a red scratch mark down to her belly button.

“Parker, please. Stop.”

“That’s not the kind of begging I want from you. Now unzip my pants.” I move the poker to her neck and poke her with the blunt hook. Her hands shake as they reach for my button. I suck in a deep breath when her fingers brush against my skin. “Take my dick out, don’t think about digging your nails into me. I’m not afraid of making you bleed.”

Her small hand dips into my boxer briefs, wrapping around my dick. Her green eyes are shocked when she feels the silver balls protruding from the tip.

“It’s pierced,” her voice cracks

“For her pleasure,” I tell her, my lips twitch. “Don’t be scared. It’s not gonna bite. Haven’t you seen a pierced dick before?”

She jerks her head no. I push my pants down, getting impatient. I need to feel her mouth and hear her gagging.

“Open wide, let’s see how you look with a dick in your mouth.” Her jaw clenches tight. I dig the poker deeper into her neck, and she lets out a loud gasp. I take that chance and ram my dick into her mouth. “Let’s test that gag reflex, shall we?” I wrap my hand in her hair, holding her still with a hard thrust and watch her eyes tear up. She tries to push her head back, but I won’t let her. She needs to pay, and this is that payment.

“Not happening, Sabrina. You’ll choke on this dick before I let you go. Now make me cum down your throat.” Her nails clawed into the tight muscles of my thighs. “Aah fuck, you suck dick so good.” Her breath stirs my trimmed pubic hair the further I push her head. When I pull her back, saliva spills from her lips onto her chest, and she breathes in deeply.

“Parker, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not. Tell me a name.” I stare at her, waiting, but she has to be stubborn. Her mouth slowly closes. “No, Sabrina. That’s not how this works. You either tell me, or this gets worse for you.” I clench her jaw until it loosens up. Pulling her head back down, I thrust deep, feeling the back of her throat. She swallows, and I see stars. The tightness almost brings me to my knees.

“Keep doing that, and I won’t last much longer. You better tell me what I want to know before Chaos gets down here.”

She tries to say something, but the words are muffled. As much as I hate to pull out, I do.

“Sorry, I missed that. Try again.”

She glares, not that the look could do much. “I said. Give me the notebook back, and I will tell you.”

That’s not what I want to hear. I poke her once more, wishing it was a little sharper. Where is Chaos’ knife when you need it? I slide my hard-on back in and hold her head still, and I fuck her wet mouth. I don’t pay any attention to her cries; she had this coming.

“I’m not stopping until my cum is dripping down the back of your throat. Fuck, baby, you feel amazing.”

I’ve had blowjobs in the past, but they wouldn’t let me do this. Watching Sabrina on her knees is my undoing. With a final thrust, I explode.

“Swallow every last drop. Don’t waste any.” I pull out, wiping her lips, pushing back in any cum that spilled out.

Her body slumped closer to the floor, and not once did she break. Not once did she tell me who she thinks stole from her. What more can I do? Do I have to spill her blood for her to talk? I throw the fire poker across the room, smashing the picture frames on the wall. The tears that spilled weren’t from fear. Sabrina Black is too stubborn for her own good.

I’m still pissed when Chaos comes bounding down the stairs—Decked out in an ugly Christmas sweater and a Santa hat.

“All right, boys and girls. Let’s get to cooking.”

He steps off the last step and takes in the scene. I shake my head and move to the kitchen, tucking my dick back into my pants.

“What the fuck happened? I was gone for twenty minutes max.”

I keep walking, not wanting Sabrina to hear our conversation. The sun bounces off the snow, reflecting through the high windows when I enter the kitchen. I rest my arms on the island, taking a deep inhale.

“Tell me what happened, Parky. You’re not one to literally fall through with a plan.”

“Thanks,” I mumble, still staring at the island. “Something about her is getting to me. She’s been planning, too, and that’s what’s bugging me. Why didn’t she try to stick up for me when she had the chance.?” I look at Chaos, but he’s too busy looking out the window to even notice.

“People do things when we least expect it, Parker. Did you really think she would tell you what she was doing while you were working there?”

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