furiously jerking himself off. His tip is right near my forehead, and I don’t move an inch. His eyes are filled with fire, the kind that sets a soul alight and burns with a passion that shoots the pleasure right up your veins. And for a moment, I’m in awe of this man, this captor of mine who has taken my breath away.
His thick cock glistens with pre-cum, and it drips down onto my skin. Drip. Drip. Drip. I swallow when the droplet is large enough to roll down my nose and onto my lips. His hand reaches for my face, his thumb gently nudging my jaw down until my lips part, and the droplet rolls into my mouth like a salty afternoon snack.
The groan that emanates from his chest pushes all my buttons. I don’t know why it affects me this much. Or why I let this man do these things to me without putting up a fight. Or why … my pussy is flushing with heat and desire.
Fuck.
His big forearm tightens as his jerking off speeds up, his muscles bulging underneath that rolled up white shirt, and for some reason, my mind veers off into the forbidden … imagining what it would be like to strip away those last pieces of fabric still covering his skin.
Suddenly, he stops, and I’m brought back to reality. His hard-on bounces up and down as his hands come down his side, his eyes smoldering with rage.
But why is he angry? This is what he wanted, isn’t it?
He cocks his head. “Are you hungry?”
Is that a real question or a rhetorical one? And is he talking about food … or something else?
I gulp and nod, wondering what happens if I agree to his terms. Would it be easier if I just complied? If I let my captor take control?
“Then show me … show me how far you’re willing to go …” he says with a guttural voice that completely unhinges me.
I bite my lip and look at his dick as it bounces up and down, my eyes following the trail of pre-cum as it drips onto the floor. And I open my mouth and lean in until the tip touches my lips. His back arches, and his hand reaches for my face. I close my eyes, expecting the worst for my insolence at the table.
Instead, he offers me the sweetest of caresses, and I almost melt into a puddle right there.
I know I’m not supposed to feel this way, but my body is already faltering as I’m getting more and more confused by my own desires. And the longer he stares at me with those passionate eyes, the more I’m beginning to wonder … what if? What if I let him have his way with me?
He reaches for my hair, bundling it up into a fist before slowly entering my mouth. He takes his time sliding down my tongue, inch by inch, as though he’s savoring the moment I gave in to his demands.
A devilish smile forms on his lips as he dips lower and lower until he’s fully inside. I have to force myself not to gag; that’s how huge he is. For a second, I contemplate biting him, but I stop myself before I give in to the thought. What good would hurting him do? It would only keep me here longer.
Instead, I stay silent and obedient like the little angel he pegs me as. He fucks my mouth, each stroke faster than the one before. I’m completely overtaken by the control he exudes from just his eyes boring into my soul. I am powerless against him, yet I want nothing more than for this man to take what he wants. Because it is the only thing leading to my release from this beautiful, opulent prison.
So I let him claim my mouth as though it belongs to him. I let him revel in the sight of my open mouth as he plunges inside, pure lust filling his eyes. The faster he goes, the harder he grips my hair, his muscles tensing up.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
But I would never admit that out loud, especially not to him.
He bites his lip, and I can’t help but stare right back into his eyes as he comes. A loud roar emanates from his mouth, and a spurt of warm, salty seed gushes down my throat.
He doesn’t relent. Not until every last drop has slipped down onto my tongue