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“Good.” A shiver raked down my body as he used one hand to take his cock out of his black sweatpants. He gave it a couple of strokes before holding it by the base. “I’m going to use your mouth now, pup.”

Never in the history of kink had the verbusebeen utilized more properly.

I gave him a nod before I tried to ready myself. The gag depressed my tongue. I wasn’t able to lick over the crown or tease his underside while controlling the pace he was going at.

Tony went slow, but I gagged anyway. The weight of his cock against my tongue was familiar, but the sensation was new regardless. Tony stilled for a second as I breathed through it. He went back to making me deep throat him right away.

My eyes smarted. He had a knack for making everything feel ten times more intense. It was an art, really. An infuriating, but extremely arousing, art.

“Relax your throat, pup.”

I glowered. What did he think I was trying to do? Obviously, I couldn’t say it, and my glowering only made him smirk.

I gagged once more before I got with the program of relaxing and breathing through my nose. By then, my eyes were already leaking tears, but fuck, I only had to look up at him and I stopped caring. He looked stupidly hot, with his jaw clenched, his nostrils flared, and eyes darkened by lust. I welcomed it when he cupped the back of my head, when he didn’t ease up,when he started thrusting in and out, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

“I’m going to start picking up speed now,” Tony said. “Okay, pup?”

I didn’t have a lot of room for movement, but I bobbed my head up and down.

I knew that I could tap his thigh to indicate green, but I didn’t want to move my arms. I didn’t want to make any big movements that would remind me I was more than Tony’s gagged pup.

“Good pup.”

Tony didn’t disappoint or take long to start fucking my mouth faster. I gagged again—less than before. He let up for two seconds until I had it under control, then went back at it again. I could feel the need building up between my legs, the urge to touch, to give in to the arousal consuming me.

I still didn’t move my hands.

Later, I’d try to figure out why I wasn’t trying to assert myself. Right now, I kept my eyes on Tony, let the tears stream down my face and the guttural sounds come out of my overstretched lips.

Every fiber of my body was on overdrive, not sure where to focus. Breathing was important, but so was getting relief. Losing myself in the psychology of submission seemed a top priority, too.

“Can you swallow, pup?”

I grunted. I didn’t think the sound was understood. Saliva dropped from the corner of my mouth to my thigh. I tried not to focus on it, instead forcing myself to do the thing I hadn’t wanted to do before and tap his thigh.

Only once for green.

My heart started beating faster as I got ready for it. The anticipation made my breathing shallower, my need greater.

Tony tugged the back of my head harder, almost yanking me while he thrust faster, deeper. The second his hips stuttered, I took a gulp of air through my mouth. It wasn’t smart, but it was instinctual. I couldn’t tell if it helped when he shot to the back of my throat, only leaving an aftertaste in my mouth.

He let up once he emptied in me. I choked.

Usually, I’d be closing my mouth, swallowing like my life depended on it. I did the latter, but it was strange when my lips remained stretched over the gag. Tony moved his hand to cup my jaw, massage my throat.

It soothed the ache some, but panic still settled. My throat worked furiously, fighting to get a sense of normalcy. The saltiness of his cock as he pulled out become more noticeable as it dragged out of my mouth.

And through it all, the arousal didn’t fade. Nor did the need to come—to have him make me come.

“Breathe through your nose, pup.”

The instruction was simple.

It helped.

My thoughts slowed slightly as I counted up to four.

I half coughed through the gag once there wasn’t something else keeping my mouth prisoner.