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“You want it in your mouth, Vicious?”
My head is nodding before the answer forms in my head.
“So fucking hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
One side of his mouth curves up.
“You’re just as addicted to my dick as I am to your pussy.”
He lets his cock go and grabs the dagger from my belly. With it in one hand, he helps me up from the bed with the other. He takes us over to a chair that’s in front of a large window and sits down. It’s a big chair with thick cushions and no armrests. He puts the dagger on the cushion beside him.
“On your knees.”
The floor meets my knees when I drop to them. Anticipation has my breath coming in erratic pants, and my heart is pounding like crazy.
“Open wide and give me that mouth.”
I do as instructed and he goes all the way to the back of my mouth with the first thrust. I expected it, and therefore was prepared for it, but I still choke and make gagging sounds. What I didn’t expect was for him to hold me there. My chin is pressed against his balls, my nose against his groin, and I can’t breathe. His firm grip in my hair pulls me tighter to him. I try to lift my head, but with my arms tied behind me, I have no purchase to push against him.
Through the fog in my brain, his deep groan barely reaches my ears.
Alarm bells start going off in my head, and my fight response kicks in. I try again to lift myself away when my lungs start to burn. I can’t even make sounds of distress since he’s wedged deep in my throat.
“Ahh, fuck, baby. That’s it. Swallow my cock. Work those throat muscles. Fucking take it all.”
I am working my throat muscles, but not to give him pleasure. It’s because I need fucking air and there’s none to be had. A wave of dizziness hits, making the outside edges of my vision blurry. I struggle against the silk robe around my wrists, wiggling my shoulders and trying so damn hard to yank my mouth off of him.
Just when I think all hope is lost, and I’m going to die with a dick in my mouth, I’m roughly pulled off him.
I suck in air over and over again like my life depends on it, which it quite literally does.
“Asshole,” I manage to wheeze out after I catch my breath.
Ryker chuckles. “You said you wanted it.”
“I said I wanted it, not that I wanted to die with it stuck in my throat.”
“Such dramatics, baby.” I grit my teeth, wanting to slap away the irritating smirk from his face. “On your feet.”
It’s difficult with my hands tied, but I manage to stand up. He grabs the dagger by his hip, and my eyes widen when he slams the end of it into the cushion between his legs. Jesus, he’s fucking brave. The thing is only an inch away from his balls. A minor miscalculation and he would have become a eunuch.
“Climb on, Vicious. I want you to ride it.”
I jerk my eyes away from the knife and stare at him. There’s no way he just said what my brain says he did.
“You want me to…”
“Sit on my lap and fuck yourself on the dagger.”
I swallow, and a nervous lump gets caught in my throat. My gaze drops down to the dagger impaled into the chair. Most of the blade is jammed into the cushion, but there’s still a couple of inches sticking out. Can I really do something like this? Do I want to do something like this?
I look back at Ryker, and his expression tells me I don’t really have a choice. He’ll force me on the thing whether I want it or not. The muscles in my thighs quiver, and my stomach dips and twists. The idea of being forced to fuck my dagger sends a shocking thrill through me.
With anxious jitters swarming my belly, I straddle his lap. His lips curve up into a sexy smile as his hands curl around my hips.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he rumbles in appreciation. “A good,naughtygirl.”