His voice is raised, but I am too angry to react in any other way than to fixate my eyes on him and display all the contempt I can muster.
“You’re transferring programs! You have a future, I don’t. What do you think I would do, just let them strip me of my humanity once again?”
As I speak, saliva flies out of my mouth, and my chest rises and falls with desperate breaths.
“You’re mine, little doll. Whether you want it or not, but I know you do. You’ll always be mine. There’s no escaping a monster. We thrive on the hunt.”
I struggle to breathe, my vision narrowing as I stare into his chest. His hand is like a vice around my throat, and I claw at it, desperately trying to pry it off, but he refuses to budge.
“G-Grey,” I stutter out, my breath stolen.
When I look into his eyes, I see the peace he has when he holds my life in his hands, a power both frightening and calming. And there’s some sick and twisted part of me that finds this moment too erotic, a part that craves to submit to him, to let him care for me and own me in ways I’ve never been owned.
When he presses his thigh against my clit, my hips automatically hump against him to get friction. He trails his other hand down and under my soaked underwear, finding my pussy craving his touch.
“You’re enjoying my anger, little doll.”
A smirk graces his lips, and I want to spit at him, slap him and hate him, but I don’t. Because he’s my mirror, this man is as ethereally tainted as I am. We both crave pain, crave causing pain, and right now, he needs this. I betrayed him, and he needs to know he has me. All of me.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he says with such calm that it’s almost unnerving.
“I’m y-yours. But you’re m-mine too.”
The force of his finger plunges into me, causing me to feel a combination of pleasure and pain when my lungs are depleted of oxygen. With three fingers hitting my most sensitive parts, I’m moaning out, struggling to breathe, and this feeling has me on the edge of coming.
“Then prove it,” he whispers in my ear, tingling down my spine before he pushes me over the edge.
I feel like I am falling down a cliff that he pushed me off. The ecstasy of the moment is making my body tremble, and he is letting go of my throat as he makes me fall apart. I’m a moaning and whimpering mess, confused about how things could have turned this way but glad for it, nonetheless.
He removes his pants, staring into my eyes. “Suck,” he commands, and I obey.
“Yes,sir,” I reply with lust in my eyes, a smirk hinting at my lips because I can see how he feels about me, and I am keen to take advantage of this.
It’s a power game between us, and I love it. His eyes heat up at how I addressed him, and I lower myself onto my knees, removing his boxers as his cock springs free. Hearing him grunt, I spit on it and spread saliva over his thick cock with my hand. Then he lifts my head, his fingers brushing against my lips as he stares at me with a mixture of lust and heat.
“Prove to me how much you want me, little doll. Prove to me that you won’t fucking try to escape without me. It’s with me, or it’s not at all.”
He growls out his words, and I’m lost for words. While I thought I could run away without him, deep down, I knew it would be impossible because of how deeply embedded he is in my heart. No matter how much I want to deny or challenge them, the feelings I have can’t escape.
I give him a nod, unable to say anything more as I wrap my lips around his cock, feeling power unlike anything else. I swirl my tongue around it as salt fills my mouth and tastes everything he is. My tongue swirls faster, and I suck him harder with every loud groan. He tugs at my hair, pulling me closer to his pelvis until his cock hits the back of my throat, and a groan of pleasure rumbles through his chest as I gag. He fucks my mouth with slow movements while holding both hands on my head.
“That’s it, little doll.”
I’m once again aroused, wet even, as he moans out loud, continuing to fuck my mouth with such force that tears spring to my eyes.
As he drives his cock into my mouth and forces it into my throat, I gag on it and take him as deep as I can, letting him ruin me for just a moment because I know that the only person who can truly control this situation is me. I am the one who holds the real power. Before I know it, he’s coming down my throat, letting his cum trickle down my mouth and lips. My mouth waters and I am in a blissful state of mind. It tastes salty, likehim.
“Swallow.”
I do as he says, sticking out my tongue to prove to him that I’ve obeyed him.
“Good girl.”
He gently embraces me and carries me to my bed, wiping away tears streaming down my cheeks before resting his lips sweetly against mine.
“Don’t leave me, Naya. I can’t handle it.”
Guilt fills me again.
