Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,20

buds as I took him in my mouth. I breathed through my nose, the air rushing from my own nervousness.

“That’s it, slave,” he growled while gently pushing his cock back and forth. So far, he hadn’t pushed any further than the head. Was he breaking me in gently? Then, as if reading my thoughts again, he started to push forward. “So, you want more, do you?” he said.

My hands were at my side, balled into tight fists as I tried to focus on my breath. He took my head in his hands and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, the bottom of his shaft sliding over my tongue as he filled me. I was about halfway down the long shaft when I felt the tip of his fat cock touch the back of my throat.

The urge to gag took hold of me and my hands instantly whipped up and grabbed the base of his cock to pull it out. I gasped for air.

“Slave,” he growled.

“Sorry sir,” I panted. “I just need a minute. You’re big. I’m not—”

“You had an order to not touch,” he said. “Hands down, behind your back. Now. They are bound.”

As he said the words my arms moved behind my back, and then I felt something wrapping around my wrists, or at least I imagined I did. I twisted to look back and saw nothing there, but his control convinced me there was. I couldn’t move my arms if I wanted to. I looked back at the vampire lurking over me.

“You will remain bound until you learn your lesson. Just like your ass, your mouth and throat will need to stretch too. Your body has a lot to learn slave. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

With one hand on his cock and the other on my head, he guided the tip back into my mouth. As humiliating and degrading as this was, I couldn’t ignore how absolutely fucking wet I was all over again. Maybe I really did like this? There had to be something wrong with me because I found myself actually wanting to do a good job.

Story of your life Rachel. Always trying to please everyone. Even your captors.

I breathed deep as he pushed his cock in again, sliding into my mouth until his shaft was halfway buried once more. The tip touched the back of my throat and I felt that overwhelming urge to pull back again, but this time I held firm. It felt a little easier for a few seconds, though still difficult.

He pulled back and rested the tip on my lips, giving me a chance to breathe.

“Very good slave,” he said. “You will find it gets easier over time. Now we will go all the way, and you will hold for three seconds, even if you want to stop. Clear?”

I nodded my head in answer. This time he gathered my hair in his palm and used it to pull me onto his dick. The long shaft slid all the way to the back of my throat until my lips were around his base. That urge came over me again, much stronger than it had before.

“Hold,” he said.

The first second was an eternity.

“Hold,” he said again.

My body had started to flinch, wanting to fight and pull back.

“Hold,” he said again.

The third second was the longest.

When he finally pulled out, I was gasping for air. His cock was coated in my saliva, dripping from his long shaft in clear and glistening strands. I had tears in my eyes, not from any emotional distress, just a physical side effect of having a ten-inch cock in your throat.

“How was that?” he asked.

“Good master,” I said, not wanting to say the wrong thing. It had felt a little uncomfortable, but something told me the reaction was mental and not physical. A stumbling block that I just had to overcome. Part of me wondered why I was even going through with this. I should have left the bastard blind and run when I had a chance.

I then realized the really fucked thing. That small part of me, the twisted part that was actually enjoying this, what if that wasn’t a small part of me at all.

What if that was me?

“Before long you will be deepthroating my cock and swallowing my seed for breakfast. Now my cock is good and wet, let’s see how that ripe little virgin ass can handle me.” The invisible binds around my wrist then seemed to break. “Turn around. On all fours.”

I followed his