Take Me With You(24)

I bite my lip as tears roll down my cheeks. Fuck, Vesper, keep it together. But keeping it together requires energy I have to conserve. The man watches me cry. He licks a tear, like my sadness sustains him. “I'm gonna fuck you with my mouth. I'm gonna make you cry, but not like this. I'm gonna make you cry for me.”

He lowers himself along my trembling body, grazing his teeth against my skin, alert to his touch. His skin and mouth is warm and forgiving compared to the harsh concrete. He sucks on my breasts and my hips swivel. I tell myself it's resistance, but it's also like he's pulling some sort of trigger that I can't control.

I open my mouth to object, but instead, short, tense breaths escape. I shake my head no, but he doesn't see; he is entirely fixated on the rest of me—my body, my skin, my taste, my breasts. I am entirely coveted. I realize he's starving too, consumed by hunger so deep that he can't control himself. A hunger he will do anything to sate. He's been watching me. Craving me. The hunger intensifying so that it's all he can think about. Just like starvation, until you've felt it, you can't understand the things you'd do just to get a taste.

He bites my stomach, hard enough for me to flinch. I hold in my whimpers. I don't want to give him a reaction.

“I know so much about you, Vesp,” he breathes into my pelvis as he works his way down. “So many things. But watching you was never enough. Now I'm finally going to be able to taste the flavor of your pussy when you come on my mouth.” His perverse words burn through me like shrapnel.

I reach down to push him away just as his hot mouth hones in on my pussy, but my hand claws on the top of the mask.

“Don't even fucking try it,” he says, pinning my hand down to the side.

I wasn't.

He makes gentle strokes with his tongue, his masked head weaving as he makes good on his promise to taste me.

I writhe around him, fighting the swelling sensation his mouth brings. My mind resisting what my body wishes to grant: Pleasure. Relief. Comfort.

I am still Vesper.

My squirming only makes him work harder, finding my clit with his tongue, massaging it, his lips suctioning softly. It only takes seconds before I am gasping for air, my body contracting every muscle in anticipation for a release. But he stops just seconds before, leaving me breathless and enraged. I had accepted the deal, I had prepared myself for what was to come, and now he was pulling away, leaving me wanting. I am not supposed to want this.

“Tell me you want me to make you come.”

“No,” I protest through clenched teeth.

“Your pussy is flushed and open. I can smell it. Taste it.”

“Fuck you,” I say.

“You want to be a stubborn little bitch, fine by me,” he says, pulling away and kneeling in front of me. “Get up and suck my cock.”

I give him a snarl befitting the animal I have become.

“Sounds like you don't want to eat,” he adds sardonically.

I've come too far in this whole twisted deal to be left empty handed. I know what is to come, but I protest with stillness. He grabs me by my hair, pulling from the roots, onto all fours.

“Earn your fucking meal, Vesp.” He says it like he knows me. He thinks he fucking knows me. But he's nothing more than a twisted voyeur. He sees what he wants when he watches, not what really is.

His cock awaits at attention inches from my face. I could bite it. But that's just a fleeting thought. I want to survive this, not get my head bashed in by this freakishly strong psycho.

“Take it in your mouth.”

My pussy throbs, begging for the fulfillment it was promised as I trepidatiously purse my lips around his wide shaft. “Take it all the way, Vesp,” he rasps, pushing his hips so that he hits the back of my throat. I gag, which prompts his acerbic chuckle. He pulls back and then in again. Out and in. Out and in. Fucking my mouth.

“I bet Carter never fucked you like this,” he mocks. “That little bitch.”

Tears leak from my eyes, but at this point, I can't tell if it's from choking or despair.

“Your ass from this angle…fuck, Vesp.” Underneath his intensely throaty voice is the soft hum of relaxed pleasure.

I peer up, remaining on all fours, like an obedient pet, as he takes my mouth for his pleasure.

“One day I'm going to fuck that ass and watch my cum drip out of it. And you'll be begging for it.”

I want to clamp down so badly, especially as my jaw tires. But I battle through. I need the spoils of my efforts.

He's all rippled muscles, and sweat, and filth. Eyes that reveal no soul or depth, clear as a demon's. His round lips framed by black fabric. So many times I imagined a version of this as Carter was inside of me, never thinking it could be a reality. Thinking I was safe from my own twisted fantasies.

He groans, extending his neck and hips, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Your fucking mouth,” he grunts, pulling out and gripping his cock in his calloused hand, pulling my hair to angle me upwards. He jerks faster and lets out a deep groan as he comes on my face, neck and breasts.

I don't fight him, it's far too late for that now. He cleansed me, and now he's dirtying me with his cum.

“You look fucking beautiful,” he moans. It's not sarcastic or mocking, he says it the way a man would after his girl has made herself up. “Lick your lips, Vesp,” he orders, still holding his cock and my hair.