He suddenly grabs my wrists and presses them tightly together. He pulls his dick from my mouth, and says, “Ah-ah, princess … no touching.” He unhooks his belt from his pants and ties it around my wrists, locking them in place. Fuck.
“Now keep that pretty mouth of yours open,” he growls, immediately shoving in again before I can say a single word.
I’m being used like a fuck-doll, and nothing I do will stop him from wanting me in this exact position. Submissive. That’s what this is about. The desire to dominate. I can see it in his eyes, the sheer frenzy at the sight of me beneath him while I’m sucking his dick. It’s the idea that turns him on, not the act. And I was the one who handed it to him on a silver platter.
I should’ve thought about it before I said yes and let my desire to be free trump my rationality. Should’ve known this is what he’d make me do in return for a small escape into reality.
I gaze up into his pristine eyes that command to be watched and don’t look away. I want him to see what he’s doing, for my shame to reflect in his eyes and unravel him from the inside out.
But all it does is entice him even more.
He thrusts and thrusts, and I can barely stay in control. He goes so far down my throat that I can’t breathe, and my gag reflex causes my eyes to prick with tears. Every time he pulls out, I suck in the air, only for him to go back inside again. My mind reels from the savagery I can’t escape … and from the way my pussy thumps from arousal.
A loud groan escapes his mouth, and suddenly, a hot load fills my throat. I try to gasp but suffocate on his seed instead. I cough and heave as he pulls out and leans forward. His cum drips down onto the floor and all over my dress.
“You were supposed to swallow that …” he murmurs, lifting my chin so he can look at my face that he made filthy. A wretched smile appears in front of me. “Bad princess.”
I can taste him on my tongue, feel him inside my throat.
He came inside me, and now my pussy can’t stop clenching, and I fucking hate it.
Until Easton grabs another cinnamon roll and wipes it on my mouth, rubbing his cum all over it. Then he shoves it into my mouth, and says, “Now … eat up.”
After staring him down for a few seconds, I take a quick, shallow bite and swallow it down. His cum doesn’t taste revolting. In fact, it tastes more like some kind of strawberry dipping sauce. As if he meant to serve these cinnamon rolls like this all along.
“Now … clean yourself up,” he says, zipping up his pants.
“And then I’m free?” I say.
He narrows his eyes at me while undoing the belt around my wrists. “Perhaps.”
What? Did he just …?
My blood curdles.
“You said I could go outside,” I say through gritted teeth.
He grabs a tissue and holds it in front of me. “Maybe. If you continue to behave.”
I attempt to snatch the belt from his hands, but he takes a step back in response.
When he turns around, I yell, “No, this was the deal. You got what you wanted, and I’d be free to go outside!”
“Only good girls get rewards, princess.” He walks out of the dining room without even looking back.
God, I fucking hate this man.
Chapter 21
Charlotte
This mirror in front of me is my greatest enemy right now. I’m brushing my teeth over and over again, trying to rid myself of the memory of him. But no matter how many times I rinse under the faucet and scrape my gums with the bristles, I can still taste him in my mouth. That delicious strawberry taste that I know damn well isn’t fucking strawberry.
I should’ve known that fucker wouldn’t keep his promise. I thought he could be a gentleman, and he would honor his deals like he does when it comes to his business, but that was foolish of me. All he wants is to use me and break me, and he succeeded.
That son of a bitch blatantly took my mouth and owned it as though it always belonged to him. And I freaking let him like it was no big deal. Hell, I even participated by fondling myself right in front of him. The chance of being caught didn’t stop me. No, I was blinded by my desire to be free and subsequently lost the game.
That won’t happen to me again. No way am I letting him win again.
I should’ve bitten down his dick when I had the chance.
I keep brushing my teeth, trying to think of a solution to my situation.