Page 54 of All Your Hate

I wish. “All I've figured out is that you’re a rich arrogant asshole that only thinks with his dick.”

“This won’t surprise you then.” He lets go of the wheel completely and unzips himself.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yell as I unclip my belt and lunge for the wheel.

Taking advantage of my momentum, he grabs the back of my head and forces me down onto his cock. I end up swallowing him as I scream.

He holds me there, his cock deep in my throat, making my eyes water and my gag reflex work overtime. I scramble for purchase on his legs to push myself up, but he keeps me firmly pinned down.

“Please!” I try to say, but only a gargle comes out.

“You must know these cars have cruise control. So I’m flattered you were lunging for my dick like that. I must have really built you up an appetite for it.”

Black shadows threaten my vision as I struggle for air with my throat closed around him. “Relax,” he tells me like it’s so fucking easy. “Let your throat open up and you’ll be able to take me.” One of his hands starts massaging my neck and it helps to loosen my muscles.

“There is an easy way to know when you’ve taken all of me. All you need to do is count each piercing as it enters your mouth.”

I manage to get some air in through my nose and it eases the discomfort of suffocating ever so slightly.

“I wonder how many of them used you like this. How many we need to make suffer for it? Should we kill them right away or drag it out? Make them think they have a chance before we end their pathetic little lives.”

“You’re crazy,” I gargle. My throat is burning now, his piercings rubbing uncomfortably inside my mouth and my jaw aches.

Running his fingers through my hair he strokes my head. “You’re doing so good, taking me like that. There’s only a few more inches to go.”

I try to push off him, but barely manage to move.

“Relax for me. Think of every brutal way you’re going to get your revenge on those who hurt you. Is it making you wet just thinking about it?” Now that he’s said that my focus goes to my pussy. From the heat I’m feeling down there I’m positive I am.

As my mind strays, my body relaxes and I start to count in my head. When I reach seven I know he’s all the way in.

I choke loudly and he says, “That sound tells me you’re loving this. Bet your little pussy is soaked. Now, am I really as bad as them? I don’t think I am. For starters, you’re fully conscious and I want you to enjoy this.”

It’s pointless trying to talk so I stay still and listen.

“Want to make another deal?”

Like I have a choice.

“Touch yourself. If you get yourself off before me I won’t take you straight back home.”

I want to say no and go back to my prison, but I also want to get away from him. As long as I’m not locked in that house I have a chance at freedom.

Awkwardly I reach inside the waistband of my sweats and slide my fingers down to my pussy. Fuck, I am wet. Not soaked, but still enough to be embarrassed and I’m glad he can’t see.

“I’ve needed this. It’s been a rough two weeks.” Finally, he lifts my head and I inhale a sharp breath. He doesn’t let his cock leave my mouth before he’s pushing me back down. “First my friend almost died, then I find out my father’s selling out the company that should be mine and now I have to listen to you calling me a rapist. It’s good to get some of that frustration out. I’m so lucky to have you to help me do just that.” His tone is gentle, not condescending at all. That makes it worse. I don’t want him to lure me into that false web of security he spins so easily.

The need to get my freedom back has me rubbing my clit faster. My arousal making it easy to slide my fingers back andforth either side of it. I pinch and massage myself like I used to do to get myself off. My fingers dipping in and out of my pussy with each long stroke.

I find my orgasm building quickly and it’s nice. All I can think about is the pleasure between my legs and the ache in my jaw as he holds himself there. Nothing else exists but my own orgasm and Bones’ cock in my mouth. A moan escapes me, humming through his cock and he hisses in pleasure.

Everything feels heightened and my whole body jolts as I come all over my fingers. “Good girl,” he praises as he massages my scalp. “Give me your fingers.”

I’m too lost in my orgasm to think about what I’m doing and I slide my fingers out of my pants, holding them up for him.

I feel his warm mouth enveloping them and he sucks with a loud moan.

He gets harder in my mouth, making my jaw hurt more, but he’s still not moving me. I’m just holding him there.