between thrusts to the back of my throat, he weaves his other hand through my hair, cinching my strands between his fingers, tightening it in a fist so hard that my eyes sting and I nearly beg for mercy.
But with every indecent word of praise, he works me through the bite of pain, as I swallow and suck his engorged cock down.
“That’s it, little girl. You’re so eager…your mouth was made for sucking my cock.”
“I bet that virgin cunt is so goddamn tight. And after I take your pussy, I’ll claim that ass of yours.”
His cock flares and pulsates, carving into my cheek as he says this, the taste of him getting stronger as my saliva coats and lathers him each time he slides in and out.
I ache so badly, my nerves fluttering maniacally like a crazed flock of butterflies, desperate to be touched. I moan my discontent around the head of his dick, the vibration seemingly having an unintended effect on Faron.
Suddenly, his grip tightens, as he surges forward, pumping so deep that once again it chokes me, leaving me gasping for breath as thick ribbons of hot cum run down my throat. I keep swallowing, working my throat against the pressing of his head, as his deliciously dirty words praise me for my very actions.
“Fuck, you’re so good. You’re taking every drop of my seed like a good little girl. I can’t wait to cum inside your sweet little pussy.”
Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, painfully pricking at the surface of my skin. When he finally pulls out, the remnants of his release and my own spittle run down my chin. My clit throbs, nipples peaked hard and achey, and my pussy is in dire need of being filled.
While my walls have never clutched a cock inside before, my womb feels depleted and empty, vacantly spasming for his cock to take up residence inside.
For a moment Faron simply lays his head back against the chair, lounging leisurely before fitting his semi-hard cock back into his pants and zipping up. His expression is indiscernible. I slowly rise to my feet, pushing up with my hands on his thighs and shift awkwardly between them, wondering what comes next.
I’m uncertain of the protocol. Will I be dismissed, as he did with that woman at the club last night? Will he return to work, leaving me alone? And more importantly, after the news of my father’s murder, am I still considered his captive, or will I be set free?
“You look like you want to say something, Gemma. What is it?”
His tone is effectually back to all business. Had he not been praising me earlier, I might assume my skills in giving head don’t meet his standards and leave something to be desired.
But the twitch of his eyebrow tells me he enjoyed everything I did, and I pleased him very much. Which oddly, makes me proud.
Reaching for the Bellini poured earlier for me, I take a drink, the sweet peachy goodness and bubbles mixing flavorfully on my tongue and washing away his essence. I inhale a fortifying breath, noticing how his own breath has already returned to normal.
“What are your plans with me now?”
He lifts the dark eyebrow in a seductive question mark. “I thought I’d made myself clear. I plan to fuck you until your too sore to move.”
My mouth forms in the shape of an O, my cheeks pinking in an involuntary blush.
“Besides that,” I giggle, waving a hand in the air. “You mentioned you have a job for me to do for you. What is it? And afterwards, am I going home?”
The corners of his lips curve into a seductive smile, the contrast so great between the white of his teeth against the dark stubble over his lips and jawline.
“My eager little girl,” he smirks, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip, dipping it into the indentation to open my mouth. “You’re going to use this pretty mouth of yours and these exquisitely gifted hands to steal something very valuable for us.”
I jerk my head back. “What is it?”
Faron runs his tongue over his teeth. “We’ll discuss the details later. In the meantime, I need to handle some business at the shop. I’ve arranged for a gown to be delivered and Serene will pack you an overnight bag for Paris. I trust you’ll have everything you need, but if there’s something you’d like, just let her know.”
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out my phone,