Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Popping a piece of candy into his mouth, he sucks on the button and utters, “Yeah, about that. I don’t do well with being threatened. And I definitely don’t take orders. But you’ll learn all this. Eventually. I get that I know you better than you know yourself, but there’s a few things you should know about me. And I’ll make it easy for you.” Mimicking my pointing to my fingers, he points to his index finger. “Number one, you’ll be here because you want to be here, not because I forced you. Ever.” Pointing to his middle finger, “Number two, this closet is yours, and I expect you to use whatever is in there, down to your drawers.” Pointing back to his index finger, “Number three, you’re so fucking hot when you get worked up that I would really like for you to suck my cock. And when I say I would really like that, I mean suck my cock, Lexi. Now.”
Pressing my legs together tightly, my core clenches.
I totally want to. “I don’t want to.”
His lip twitches, and he steps forward into the force field I’ve erected around myself. Lifting his hands, he spans them at the sides of my neck, halfway through my hair and says quietly, “I won’t tell anyone. I know what turns you on, babe. Don’t deny yourself. I’d hate that.” Removing his hands from my neck, he takes care as he removes my mask, and when my face is finally exposed, his eyes crinkle at the corners as I’m suddenly pushed down to my knees in front of him. With both his hands at my shoulders, he utters, “You needed a push in the right direction. Now let’s see if you can bring me to my knees too.”
Challenge accepted.
My brows furrow in agitation. I work on his belt and when it’s free, he slides it out of the loops of his pants and begins to fasten it around my neck.
I know this shouldn’t turn me on. I know this is wrong in so many ways. But I want it so damn much. There’s a part of me that wants whatever Twitch is offering, no matter how fucked up.
Popping the button and lowering his zipper, I part the opening and bite my lip when I see the thick, pierced semi-erect shaft at eye level. When the belt around my neck is pulled a little too tight, I look up at him with panic in my eyes. His eyes speak to mine. They say I’ll look after you. Or at least, that’s what I want to believe they’re saying. They could be saying I want to choke the life out of you for all I know.
As soon as it’s fastened, Twitch wraps the length of the belt around his hand and pulls gently. The pressure on my neck is alarming and uncomfortable.
So why am I dripping wet?
He catches my intake of breath and smirks.
He knows. He always knows!
The smirk fades, his hooded eyes darken, and he orders, “Make me hard,” then pulls on the belt, forcing me forward into his crotch.
Not wasting a second, I wrap one hand around his hardening dick and guide it to my mouth, careful not to gag from the balls of his piercing. As soon as my tongue touches the sensitive underside, he sighs, “Yeah. That’s it.”
Pulling the belt closer to his side, it forces me closer to him, which in turn pushes him deeper into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I work him with my mouth. Squelching noises echo in the large room. Suddenly, I’m pulled too deep and I gag. My eyes snap open.
His eyes bore into mine as he keeps his length far too deep. “Eyes on me. Don’t make me tell you again.”
Clenching my throat around him, my eyes water and I nod vigorously. Pulling out of my mouth completely, I gasp in a breath, saliva dripping down my chin in a most unattractive way. He cups my cheek affectionately, “Good girl.”
Not giving me a second to get my breathing under control, he drives himself back into my mouth. But I’m slightly freaked. I don’t want to be gagged again.
Twitch must sense this because he states, “You do what I say and that won’t happen again.”
I guess it’s beneficial for me to listen to him then.
There’s something about having your choices taken from you that is equally liberating and frightening. Handing over control to a person is a big deal. A showing of trust. And sometimes, I would like to be taken on a ride rather than drive.
Blinking rapidly, I look up into his soft brown eyes as he slowly but deeply works my mouth. At this very moment, all I can do is take him in. White shirt, ripped and paint-splattered, mouth parted, eyes hooded in bliss, his filthy face looks almost angelic as he relaxes with every stroke of himself into the wet heat of my mouth. I could watch him all day long. Then his eyes close and he tips his head back in pleasure; the muscles of his neck tense a moment before he swallows hard, the inked artwork there seemingly coming to life with every movement of his throat muscles.