Reads Novel Online

Enthralled (The Enslaved Duet 1)

Page 22

« Prev  Chapter  Next »



He exhaled in relief as I choked on him, then swallowed convulsively, unintentionally taking him past the boundary of my gag reflex deep into my throat. Impaled on his cock, I groaned in protest and struggle to pull myself free.

If his hiss of pleasure was any indication, my struggle only brought him further pleasure.

The flat of his shoe pulsed slightly against my pubic bone, then lowered slightly so that it slid over my wet sex. The pressure felt good against my clit, and I squirmed, trying to focus on that instead of the grotesque sensation of Alexander sunk so deep in my mouth.

Finally, just when spots had started to erupt at the corners of my vision, he pulled me by the hair slowly off his dick.

I gasped and spluttered, dragging huge breaths into my deflated lungs.

“Nothing is worth accomplishing without difficulty first,” he lectured me, some kind of flagrantly perverted prophet spouting wisdom while his cock dripped with my saliva. “Breathe through your nose when I’m in your throat if you don’t want to suffocate on my dick.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he replaced my unspoken words with the slick slide of his erection pushing down into my throat again. Tears sprung to my eyes as I struggled against the intrusion, my throat working open and closed against him.

“Yes, topolina,” he breathed, looking down at me like a deity. “Earn your reward. Worship your Master.”

I rankled against his title. Hated that I was forced to my knees before him, enslaved to a man whose arrogance and entitlement knew no bounds.

But there was also something dark and curious peeking out from the depths of my soul, something more animal than spirit and not even close to human. It was intrigued by the dynamic between this godlike man and my prostrated person.

There was something deeply arousing about feeling wholly vulnerable and knowing your only power could be found in giving a stronger person pleasure.

Unbidden, a second pulse began to beat in my swollen clit being manipulated shamelessly by Alexander’s expensive shoe.

His hands manipulated my movements faster, slamming his thick length in and out of my throat, uncaring of my inability to breath, my constant gagging and choking.

In fact, I think he enjoyed it.

“One day soon, you will come to love sucking me off so much that you’ll orgasm with one touch to your clit after pleasuring me,” he told me, nothing in his clinical voice giving away his desire even though I could feel his pulse beating hard against my tongue each time he slid down my throat.

He pulled out fully, his dick glistening obscenely as it bobbed angrily in front of my face. I spat some of the excess saliva in my mouth on the ground at his feet and glared up at him with tears in my burning eyes.

“Vaffanculo a chi t’è morto,” I cursed, telling him to go fuck his dead family members.

It was a horrific insult in Italian, one I didn’t think translated well into English, but Alexander’s face clenched with instant fury at my words, so clearly, he understood.

With his furious eyes burning into my own, he pulled me slowly, firmly back onto his cock, tunneling deep into the back of my throat and holding me tightly to his lightly furred groin. One hand slid from my head, down my cheek to rest over my throat where his thick length swelled. I gurgled in protest as his fingers wrapped tightly over my pulse, completely unable to breathe or move past the dual obstructions.

Without leaving my throat, he thrust in and out of my mouth, his grip tightening with each pump until he cursed viciously and came straight down my gullet. I couldn’t taste the brine of him on my tongue, and for one horrifying second, I was disappointed by it.

He held me against him, his cock softening slowly until it lay half-turgid on my tongue. I was surprised and disconcerted when he began to pet my hair, but he continued with it long enough that I started to relax slightly with my cheek pressed to the inside of his thigh.

The moment I did, he wrapped cruel fingers in my hair and tipped my head back so that I could look up into his coldly furious eyes.

“If you mention my dead family ever again, topolina, I will chain you to the wall and flog you until your skin peels off in gold ribbons. Is that understood?”

I felt his threat in my bones. My nod was truncated by the flesh in my mouth, but he took it for the promise it was.

His hands disappeared from my skin, his cock pulled from my mouth so quickly that I nearly vomited on the floor at his feet.

I braced myself against the cold floor as I coughed and then looked up at Alexander with hatred and fear in my eyes like flashing neon signs.


« Prev  Chapter  Next »