Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,121
to him.
“I’m ready,” I tell him in a soft tone as I walk by the equipment and quickly press a button, starting the stream all over again.
Chapter Nine
Reade is holding me tightly against him. A little too tightly for my liking, but I’ve decided to let him have his fill.
I’ve already started the stream, but turned off the sound so it doesn’t distract either of us from the tasks that must be completed.
By the end, I’ll be new again and he’ll know this was done for the greater good.
He has a hand firmly on my ass, the tips of his fingers digging into the flesh, and I hope it’s enough to start drawing blood. Even the slightest drop will begin the cleansing and I won’t be able to turn back then.
He lowers his mouth to my neck, nibbling at my skin, licking the pain away each time I let out a small yelp of pain.
I have his shirt firmly clasped in my fists as I surrender to his petty wants, because I need him to continue. I need him to lose control and I have to make sure he knows I’m okay with whatever he chooses to do.
Reade pulls his face away from my neck and uses his free hand to roughly turn my face up toward his. I’m breathing as evenly as I can while I look into his eyes but I can see the sinister intent building inside of them.
“Get on your knees, little girl,” he says in a gruff tone as he shoves me down.
I lose my footing and fall onto my ass which makes him chuckle, but he leans down almost immediately and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me onto my knees.
The feeling burns, stings, and I wonder if he’s drawn blood yet. If not from the flesh of my ass, then at least from the attempt to pull my hair out by the roots.
I move quickly, eager to give him what he wants since it will keep him here long enough to continue the ritual of cleansing.
I reach for his belt, undo the buckle, then pull it free. He holds his hand out for it and I give it to him without a second thought before I reach for his zipper and yank it down. Gripping his jeans by the waistband, I pull them down to his ankles, allowing him to step out of them before I rest my cheek against his thigh.
I flick my tongue against the fabric of his boxers, gently enough to begin the start his arousal, yet hungrily enough to give him the sensation of my wanting this as badly as he does.
Reade reaches down and fists my hair again as he watches me with a dangerous look in his eyes. It’s almost as if he can see the demons inside of me and wants to bring them to the surface.
He’s attempting to ensnare the Heaven I should have in my soul, by enticing the Hell that dwells within.
I continue flicking my tongue against the fabric until he’s had enough of being teased and reaches into the fly of his boxers, pulling his cock out and rubbing the head gently against my lips.
“Open your mouth, Pally,” he commands in a low, thick voice before shoving it as far down my throat as it will go.
I gag almost instantly, which he seems to enjoy because he uses the hair he has balled in his hand to turn me to face him before taking another fistful with his other hand and begins to thrust his hips.
It’s painful, cruel, and derogatory the way he treats me.
Putting my hands on his thighs, I dig my nails into his flesh, dragging them down until I hear him take in a pained breath, but it doesn’t stop him.
It fuels his need to denigrate me and I can only hope that we have viewers watching.
When I attempt to pull away so that I can take in a breath, he reaches down and grabs me by the throat. “Don’t you fucking do that again,” he says in an even tone. “You showed me what you’ve got, and you’re going to give it to me.”
I wrap a hand around his shaft and begin to stroke it rapidly, violently—the way he treated me to show him that this is an even playing field, no matter how he sees me.
And soon, the scales will tip and he’ll understand his role in the newest live stream and I’ll be normal again.