The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(127)

She tried to plead around the invasion, unintelligible sounds, but he didn’t care. He was going to do what he wanted—and if she obeyed maybe he wouldn’t hurt her. Sealing her lips around his fingers, she traced them with her tongue, tasting herself and sucking softly.

“You’re going to have to do better than that with my cock in your throat, might as well practice now.” He thrust his fingers deeper, gagging her again, and she tried to pull at his hold on her wrists without success. “Tsk, tsk. Don’t fight me. Just accept it.”

Soft cries started to leave her lips as she struggled not to choke, swallowing the saliva that pooled in her mouth. When he pushed them deep again, she felt the wetness spill past her chin, and she was suddenly thankful for the cloak of darkness.

Ripping his fingers from her mouth, he wiped them on her cheek slowly, smearing the wetness across her face as he rubbed a thumb across her lips. “Good. On your knees.”

“Please don’t do this.”

He sighed and released her hands, grabbing her by the hair to force her to the floor in front of him, her knees bruising on impact. There was no point of reference in the room, but somehow she could still feel him towering over her, she could feel his eyes on her. “This wasn’t what I had planned, but since daddy dearest isn’t responding I need to send him some encouragement. It might as well be you deep throating my cock like the little whore you are.”

Flinching, she swallowed hard as she listened to him opening a zipper, desperate to avoid what she knew was coming. “Wait! The cameras aren’t even—” Just as she started to speak the little lights came to life around the room, eight red eyes watching her on her knees. “But, but it’s dark. This is pointless, they can’t—”

“Nightvision. Now open your mouth like a good girl. Make me happy and maybe I’ll give you something to sleep on other than the floor.” His fist returned to her hair and he pulled her forward, his cock brushing her cheek. “But, don’t forget, I already told you what happens if you use your fucking teeth.”

“What about the lights?” she asked anxiously as she reached up to grasp the base of his shaft.

“If you want the lights back, you better make me really happy after you made me chase you.” He jerked her head forward, rubbing himself against her in an unspoken command.

Her stomach roiled, and she wanted to shout at him, to tell him that he was the one who controlled the fucking lights and he could have turned them on and found her in an instant if he wanted to. He had been the one enjoying the chase, not her—no matter how her damn body responded. But, instead of screaming, instead of being brave, she parted her lips and licked at the head of him. He tasted like clean, male skin, the precum coating her tongue.

So normal for such an insane situation. Too normal. She squeezed her eyes tight, a ridiculous effort since she couldn’t see him anyway, but it made it easier to imagine someone else, someone kind as she slid him deeper into her mouth. Moving her tongue along the underside, she started a steady rhythm while she stroked him with her hand.

For a few minutes he let her control it, barely shifting his hips as she worked him in and out, the only response the low groans from high above her head. Then his fist tightened and he thrust, knocking her head back against the wall. He eased back for a moment, and then on the next forward movement he pressed into her throat, choking off her air. Her hands went to his hips, trying to push him back, but he slapped one of them away and growled. “Hands behind your back. Now.”

As if to make his point, he forced himself into her throat again, pinning her head to the wall so that she couldn’t breathe at all, and then he held still. It took everything she had to pull her hands from him and fold them behind her back, her lungs burning, but finally he eased out of her throat and she tore air in through her nose. She had enough time for a few breaths, and then he was face fucking her in deep strokes, giving her sips of air that kept her on the edge of panic, pleading wordlessly.

“You know your whimpers only make my cock harder, princess.” His voice was growling, but somehow amused, and she hated that she was whimpering and choking. Every hard thrust felt bruising, each time he held himself in her throat she whined low in her chest, uselessly begging for air. She couldn’t stop him, couldn’t fight him, and so as her head started to grow fuzzy, she relaxed and stopped struggling. It made it easier. It hurt less as he forced himself deep again and again, and he started to moan steadily above her. “Fuck, yes, now swallow.”

Another thrust and he held himself all the way in, her nose pressed to his stomach as he came in jets. She swallowed as fast as she could, her lungs screaming for air, her nails digging into her arms so she wouldn’t try to shove him away. Finally, he pulled back and she felt the saliva running down her chin and chest as she gasped and coughed.

“Good girl,” he crooned above her, and then the lights came up by a fraction. Enough to turn the pure black into a dull gray as she flinched and looked up at him. “Beautiful.”

Heat flushed up her chest, scalding her cheeks, and she tore her eyes away from that tawny brown gaze. The lower half of his face was revealed, the mask pulled up to just above his lips. “Ple—” Her voice cracked as she tried to speak and she had to swallow. “Please leave the lights on?”

He leaned down as soon as his pants were put together, holding her chin hard as he tugged the mask back down. “You want the lights?”