Without saying anything, he stripped quickly, then straddled me, facing my feet and adjusting himself until the tip of his cock brushed my lips. He took it in his hand and teased me, smearing precum across my mouth. “I’m going to fuck your throat and you’re going to make it good for me.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
He stroked my cheek. “You’re taking this so well.”
My eyes stung. I was such a confused jumble of emotions.
“Open up,” he demanded. I did, and he pushed his cock into my mouth. I could do it. I could please him with my mouth. I knew I could, but he went too fast.
I gagged around him and struggled for air, but he kept going, working his hips up and down and pushing in deep as he fucked my mouth mercilessly. I wished my hands were free so I could hold onto his thighs. Those straining muscles would feel so good beneath my hands.
He pulled all the way out, and I sucked in as much air as I could, expecting him to thrust back in and block my throat. Instead, he reached for his cock and pulled it up out of the way. “Eat my ass.”
I’d never done that before, but I didn’t hesitate. I swiped my tongue over his hole, wetting him thoroughly, then I pushed into him. He tasted clean and earthy, and I loved the feel of his ass squeezing my tongue. He groaned, and the rough sound made me feel empowered despite my position under him. I kept going, tongue-fucking him until he pulled away.
“Open wide.” I barely had time to obey before he drove into my mouth, going all the way in one rough stroke. I choked around him, desperate for air, and struggled to free myself.
When he pulled back, he teased my lips with the tip of his cock. “It’s okay, cher. I have every intention of keeping you alive. I’ll let you breathe when you need to.”
Before I could respond, he lowered his hips, and I swallowed his cock again. He didn’t go so deep this time. As I sucked him, he bent over and took my cock in his mouth. In no time, I was right on the edge again, ready to spurt my load down his throat. How good would that be? I sucked him more enthusiastically, praying he would keep going.
He lifted off me long enough to remind me not to come unless he told me to.
I wasn’t sure I could survive it. He fucked my mouth with deep, fast strokes, and I had to concentrate to breathe. I couldn’t stop myself from fighting against the belt that held my wrists and arching my hips to try to drive myself deeper into his mouth. He held me down, refusing to give me anything more, refusing to let me come. When he’d said he would punish me, I’d never imagined this combination of incredible pleasure and painful denial. My cock ached, and I thought I might lose my mind if I didn’t find relief.
“I’m going to come down your throat,” he told me. “I want you to swallow every drop.”
I nodded, unable to speak. He lifted his head from my cock and wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing tightly and helping me hold back my orgasm. Then he pushed deep into my mouth over and over until he groaned, and I felt his hot seed pour out. It was all I could do to swallow it fast enough. Some still leaked from my mouth. Would he punish me harder for that?
When he’d emptied his balls, he slowly pulled himself from my mouth and let go of my cock.
I lay there, panting, trying not to think about how desperately I needed to come, and wondering how much longer he planned to torment me.
He reached for the belt, unfastening it and unwrapping it from my wrists. He lifted each of my arms one at a time, kissed my wrists, and rubbed them, working feeling back into my hands. “Can you move all your fingers?”
I nodded.
“Show me.” I did, and he smiled. “Perfect. Scoot down to the end of the bed and get on your hands and knees. Don’t you dare touch yourself or come.”
I struggled to make my shaky limbs support me. The room swirled around me. I wasn’t sure I could handle whatever he had planned. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
He picked up the belt and slapped it across his hand. Holy shit. Was he really going to…
25
Remington
I ran the smooth leather of my belt over Henri’s ass cheek. He shuddered and his hands slipped out from under him, bringing him down to his elbows. I liked the position even better, the way his back arched, making his ass stick out as if he was asking me to punish him.
When I’d found Henri in my office, I’d been truly angry. I was also shocked he had managed to learn so much about me in such a short time. I never played my cello for anyone but myself, and the song I’d used for my password was special to me because my grandmother used to play it all the time when I was a kid. It was one of my strongest memories from the time before I realized more concretely what our family did; before I realized that my parents were like business partners, but they felt nothing for each other; before I realized I was going to grow up to kill people. I wouldn’t give up my position now. The power was too addictive, but that music made me remember a time when I had my innocence.
How could I be okay with the fact that this man knew my secrets? He didn’t know the worst one, though. He didn’t know how I’d gotten myself out of that murder charge. I
