“We told you, already. We need to make sure you’re going to listen and can follow directions. How else are we going to trust that you’ll keep our secret?”
Fed up, I twist around in my seat. I need to reason with him, to figure out what is making them so obsessed with me. If they wanted to kill me, they would. That’s not the case though. “You know, I will, so please don’t lie to me. Why are you really doing this to me?”
Cameron’s lips twitch into a grin. “You’re a smart girl, and I suppose you deserve the truth. So here it is. Now, we simply want you, and we always get what we want.” He pauses, his eyes scanning my face. Of course, they do. No one can tell them no. “We both want to fuck you. But the best part is that we know we can just take it and there is nothing you can do about it.”
There it is. The real reason. Of course, I already knew this. They like the power of it all, they like knowing they can control me and that I’m utterly powerless against them. I’m the prey, and they’re the big bad wolves. Now the only question is, am I going to let them control me? Or am I going to fight back?
They’ll use whatever they can to keep me in line. I’m their puppet now, and they’re my puppet masters. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cameron unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his zipper, his already erect cock springs free. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, the air in my lungs stills, and I take in the smooth mushroom head and the veiny shaft.
“I want your mouth, now,” Cam tells me, an edge in his tone I haven’t heard before. “Earlier, you didn’t listen to me. This is going to be your punishment.”
“I was working…” I try to defend myself, but Cameron isn’t having it.
“Stop talking,” he orders and grabs me by the back of my neck. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you. Now be a good girl and open your mouth.”
He tugs me toward him, and because I don’t know what else to do, I open my mouth and let him guide me to his cock. He groans loudly when my tongue makes contact with the smooth head of his length. There are about a million butterflies taking flight in my stomach right now, and I don’t know yet if they’re going to result in a good feeling or bad one.
With his grasp still firm on the back of my neck, he pushes me down, filling my mouth with his length until he hits the back of my throat. I gag at the intrusion, and try and pull away, but he holds me there for a second before he lets me come back up. But my relief is short-lived because as soon as I get a gasp of air into my lungs, he pushes me right back down. His other hand weaving its way into my hair, where he grabs a fist full of the strands.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his hold on me tightening. He pushes my head down a few more times, making it hard to breathe, but I don’t hate it as much as his hand on my neck, where he is squeezing painfully. His other hand tightens, pulling on the thick strands of my hair, making my scalp scream for relief.
Yelping with pain, I try to push away. For a second, I don’t think he’s going to let me come up, but then he releases his hold on my hair and pulls me up by the neck. I suck in a quick sharp breath; my eyes are watering, and my lungs burn.
“You’re hurting me. You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” I whimper, my voice wrapped up in panic, but I still manage to sit up straight anyway.
“I got carried away,” he admits breathlessly, a possessiveness that I’m drawn to appears in his eyes. “And most girls like a little bit of pain.”
“I’m not most girls.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed… Now come here and finish what you’ve started.” He releases the hold on my neck and lets his arms fall to the side, giving me an invitation to take control. Deciding that this is better than the alternative, I lower my head again and take him into my mouth. I take my time, running my tongue along the underside, feeling the small slit there. My touch is exploratory, and he seems to like having my hands and mouth on him.
Again, his hand finds its way into my hair, but this time he is gentler, cradling my head instead of grabbing it. His other hand comes around my back, caressing my shoulder as I keep taking his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth on my own.