Their Captive

Declan makes a grab for my arms and pulls me off the bed while Trey moves the camera to where we’re standing at the foot of the bed. I want to say something, beg them not to hurt me, but fear is strangling me, robbing me of the ability to speak. I can barely breathe, and tears prick at my eyes. But I refuse to give them the satisfaction of begging, or crying on camera again. I might have done so yesterday, but I won’t today.

I glance over to Wes and Trey giving them one last pleading look, but they are stone-faced, their eyes cold. Declan’s large hands land on my shoulders and before I realize it, I’m being pushed roughly down to my knees. I squeeze my eyes shut and cry out knowing that my knees are about to hit the hard floor, probably crushing bones with the force of his hands. Except nothing happens. My knees never hit the hard, cold floor, instead they land on a pillow.

When I blink my eyes open once more, I find Declan gazing down at me. He pulls my right arm up and ties it to the side of the bed, while Wes does the same with my left. Again, I want to fight them, but what’s the point? They’ll just hurt me more, make me cry, and prove further that they hold all the power.

When they are done, Declan moves to stand directly in front of me. His crotch is at the same height as my face, and with my arms fastened to the bed, I know exactly what he is about to do. I know even before he starts to undo his pants and takes out his fully erect member.

My stomach clenches, but only partly in fear. I can’t help thinking about the shower this morning and how good it felt to pleasure him. But one fleeting look tells me this experience might not be as pleasurable as the one earlier. At least not for me.

My chest is heaving, my breasts bare and jutted out in front of me. Declan pinches my chin and tilts my face up forcing me to look at him.

“If you bite me, I’ll personally pull out all your teeth. Got it?”

I nod ferociously. I had no intention of biting him, but now I’m going to make an extra effort to keep my teeth away from his skin.

“Now be a good little whore and open your mouth so I can fuck your face.” He releases my chin and I open my mouth, my bottom lip quivering as he pushes the smooth head of his cock between my lips. He slides over my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag.

Tears well in my eyes, and I try to remember what he said earlier, that I should swallow with each stroke. But this is different, harder, and when he starts to really thrust into my mouth, I find it harder to breathe, to swallow, to do anything but let him use my mouth as though I know he would use my pussy. And shockingly I can feel the wetness between my thighs pool and the familiar tingle of pleasure in my lower belly mount.

Pleasure consumes me and all I can think about is his cock filling my pussy like he is filling my mouth. I imagine how he made me come with his finger this morning, how amazing it felt to come apart at his touch. For once he wasn’t cold, wasn’t as heartless as he normally is.

Seconds tick by and his thrusts grow wilder. Soon he’s thrusting into my mouth relentlessly, to the point of suffocation. Panic grips me, and I gaze up at him, willing him to stop. I grip onto the restraints and try my best to focus on my breathing. I can feel drool slipping out the side of my mouth and down my chin. But I ignore it, it’s nothing. I continue to stare up at him, pleasure overtaking his features as his cock hits the back of my throat, and a muffled gag slips past my lips.

I feel his hand cradle the side of my head and the touch is comforting and soothing all at once. It instantly calms me down and lets me concentrate on the throbbing between my legs. My wetness is dripping down my inner thighs as I feel his cock growing larger inside my mouth.

With a loud growl he flexes his hips and with one final thrust into me he stills and his warm and salty cum fills my mouth. He drags his thick member over my tongue slowly until his head is right between my lips. Cum and drool dribbling down my chin.

“Suck it clean like the dirty fucking slut you are, and swallow every last drop or else I’ll belt your ass,” he orders and I close my lips around the velvety smooth head and suck. His crude words only adding to the throbbing wetness between my legs.