Dark Wish (House of Sin 1)

I look down at my own knees, wondering how I got here. Why I gave in so easily and whether it’s going to be worth it in the end. “I asked to be punished.”

“Exactly,” he replies. “Now look at me.”

When I do what he asks, his hand moves down to his belt, which he slowly unbuckles. Then he pulls the button on his pants and zips down. I gulp when he nudges down his boxer shorts, and his cock springs out.

I’ve seen my fair share of men, but this … he’s so huge that it almost makes my eyes fall out. His tongue briefly darts out to wet his lips, and I’m suddenly hyperaware of the fact I was staring. But my body still tenses up as he grasps his cock. What is he going to make me do? Will he tell me to pleasure him as a punishment?

He starts rubbing himself in front of me. At first it’s slow, careful, like he’s taking his time to enjoy himself. And I keep my eyes on him, not because he asked me to, but because I want him to know exactly what I feel and think about him. Because I’m waiting for him to pull the trigger, get up, and fuck me.

But as the more time passes and the harder he jerks off, the more I’m beginning to doubt my own conclusions. When he stands, I take a deep breath. Here he comes.

I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable. All men eventually end up savages.

The longer I wait, the more it seems like forever.

“Look at me,” he growls.

When I open my eyes, he’s still right in front of me, 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.