Page 19 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

Alley

One hour before

I hit the bed post for the billionth time and go crashing to the unforgiving floor. This time I actually hit my head. Even with a day’s rest, if that is what you want to call it, my body still felt battered when the guard dragged me in here.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” he spits as I try to pick myself back up.

“I can’t, my nose is in my way,” I laugh, spitting the blood on the ground. “You should tell me if it does tricks.”

Seriously Alley!

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!

“Knock it off,” He growls in my face.

Dragging me up by my hair, he wraps his hand around my throat.

I’ve lost count of how many times that has happened to me in the last 72 hours.

I get that it’s supposed to be a power move to show dominance and how easy it would be to snap my neck or strangle me, but for the love of God choose something else. He is ruining one of my favorite kinks!

“Or what? You’re going to kill me Nik,” I taunt, because I apparently don’t know when to stop.

“There are worse things than death, Butterfly,” he grinds his teeth.

“Yeah, being stuck in this room with you seems to be at the top of that list,” I choke.

“Trust me, I am better company than most,” he smiles and releases my throat but his fist still holds my hair hostage.

I’ll chop my hair off before another one of them gets a chance to keep pulling it!

I thought you like your hair being pulled.

Shut Up!

“Which one of your brothers are you referring to? Vaughn,” I snark.

He just throws me back into the post as an answer.

I am so tired of being a damn rag doll, so as he approaches I lunge at him.

I can only get so far with my ankle chained to the bed but that doesn’t mean I am not going to try.

I wrap his legs in my arms and use the little strength I have left to lift them from under him.

His back makes a loud thud when it collides with the floor, giving me a chance to crawl on top of him.

I push my thumb nail into his eye socket and he roars in pain.

Hurts doesn’t it asshole.

It’s a short-lived victory, because he throws me off him by my hair causing me to land on my already bruised right side. The tears start to spill over my lower lashes; my body is so beat up that I can’t hold them back. I am just so tired but I can’t stop myself from fighting.

Nik wraps a belt around my neck, using it to pull me to my knees.

He’s pulling it so tight, it’s cutting off my air but also pushing into the bruises around my neck wracking my body in a numbness I have never felt before.

I try to get two fingers in between the leather and my neck but it’s futile at this point. The bastard is only pulling it tighter.

The tears are just streaming down like little rivers at this point, but I am beyond pissed and in pain to even care. He starts to unbutton his cargo pants pushing them down with his boxers. He is ridiculously hard from all this fighting.

Oh fuck no! This is not happening.

He is big, at least bigger than I thought he would be.

I was actually hoping that he had a micropenis, but I couldn’t get that lucky.

If I had to compare his outrageously large penis to an object, it’s almost the size of a one liter bottle of Coke with a deep shaft reverse prince Albert piercing.

I know I have a big mouth, but there’s no fucking way that’ll fit.

“Open.”

Absolutely not going to do that!

“Either open or I will make you,” he gnashes, but I still refuse.

The belt is tightening so much that it causes an involuntary reaction to open my mouth and try to suck in air.

He rams his dick past my lips, hitting the back of my throat and pushes further down.

Thank goodness for no gag reflex, or this would be a lot worse.

Nik loosens the belt while letting out a groan.

He makes no move to pull out, just holds his position.

I try to breathe through my nose, but he pinches it shut with his fingers.

Fucking bastard!

On instinct, I try to push him off. My fingers dig into his thighs trying to cause pain to get him to back up at least a smidge, but he stays still looking down at me.

With that not working, I try to close my mouth and bite his dick off.

He retightens the belt causing my vision to start to go black and my body starts to feel like I am floating.

That’s when he releases the belt and pulls out to just the tip.

“Bite me again, and I will suffocate you on my cock. Then when you pass out, I will have my way with your body. Is that clear?”

I nod my head in response. I am not giving in, I just don’t want to wake up not knowing what happened while I was out. That is not my kink.

“Good Butterfly.” He gently wipes the tears from my cheek. “Now suck.”

I hollow my cheeks and do as I am told. This time around he starts to slowly push in and out giving me time to adjust to his size, but to be honest I don’t think I could.

Especially with the belt still around my neck, but not tightened to the point of strangling me.

It gives just a little pressure for warning.

I let my tongue explore the silky skin of the shaft while trying to suck at the same time.

The piercing slides across the roof of my mouth with each thrust. It’s a strange sensation, like the stud is tickling the top but not like funny ha-ha tickling, more sensual.

Like if someone was to take a feather and run it down every sensitive area of your body.

The combination between the pulsing of the bulged veins on his shaft and the piercing, has my arousal seeping through my underwear.

I start to tease the opening as he pulls out. The taste of precum explodes on my taste buds. Even though I am not a fan of it, I still moan around his cock and let my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Fuck,” he groans while simultaneously slamming his oversized cock down my throat.

Nik starts setting a grueling pace that I cannot keep up with.

He places his hand on the back of my head, twisting my hair in his fingers, holding my head in place as he fucks my throat.

I would love to say he was only fucking my mouth but the coke bottle dick is nearly lodged down my throat.

I have no choice but to kneel there and take it.

His head falls all the way back and the most sensual sounds rumble from his chest. It echoes throughout the room, encouraging my arousal to grow. I get so wrapped up into the scene that I add my moans to his and clench my thighs together to relieve some pressure.

Instead of being a gentleman, and cumming down the back of my throat, he pulls his dick to the center of my mouth. Ropes of warm salty fluid spurt onto my tongue as he pulls completely out. Once his dick slides past my lips, he slaps his hand over my mouth.

“Swallow,” he orders. “I want to watch you taste every last drop.” His grey eyes are lit with excitement. I force myself to make my throat bob, only swallowing a little of the cum.

Please don’t do what I think you’re going to do!

Now I am no spitter because I hate messes, but my next move would say otherwise. I just can’t let him think he has tamed me. It’s fun to watch the smug victory be smacked off his face. Just like with Baron, I will enjoy this and berate myself later for my actions.

“Good G-” He starts to say as he removes his hand. Before he gets to finish his bullshit praise, I spit his load in his face.

“How about you taste every last drop,” I smile.

He throws my head into the metal bedframe and my world starts to spin as I collide with the floor again.

I may have made this worse.

YOU THINK?

GODDAMMIT ALLEY!!

I hear the zipper of his pants and him starting to shout into something. It’s the walkie talkie on the dresser but I’m just guessing at this point. The pressure of the cuff around my ankle disappears.

“Remember, we have you for the next nine years of your pathetic life and I will make you regret every moment of this, Alley,” Nik angrily whispers. I am not sure when he moved to hover over me.

“Think that is the other way around,” I cough, rolling on to my back and trying to swat at his stupidly handsome face.

“We’ll see about that,” he whispers against my lips while pinning both my hands. To be fair, the start of our day was me slapping him when he got in my face so I can understand some of his need to restrain me.

I impulsively nip his bottom lip teasingly.

I was trying to get him to knock me out but to my surprise, he kisses me.

I feel wet droplets of the cum and saliva drip onto my cheek, but it doesn’t stop me.

I raise my head slightly off the ground to kiss him back.

He increases the intensity of the kiss while deepening the kiss by wrapping one hand right under my jaw and slightly tilting my head back.

The other hand slides down my body until his hand slips under my shorts and underwear.

“So wet, my little Butterfly.” Nik breaks the kiss smiling. I bite my bottom lip as more tears fall from my bottom lashes. They are more out of embarrassment than anything else.

He moves his knee between my legs, spreading them.

With some slight readjustment he starts slow circles around my clit while simultaneously pushing one finger at a time inside me.

He adds the third finger and spreads them causing me to gasp from the sudden stretch.

He uses that opportunity to latch back onto my lips and invade my mouth.

I mean I’ve been kissed before but only a select few have kissed me with so much possession and dominance that my mind has gone blank. I can’t help myself but to give in and kiss him back with the same enthusiasm.

What the fuck is happening?