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Julian

I am so fucked.

She looks ambrosial in the way she’s all tied up, her skin bulging around the restraints—plump and ripe for the picking. I’m staring into her open mouth, and all I want is to stuff her full of my cock and the cum I’ve been saving up for her.

But this isn’t about my pleasure, and fuck Skylar for stealing it.

I’m supposed to be buttering her up and making her want us so badly she has no choice but to come to the Red Room. But seeing her like this, completely at my mercy…fuck, I just want to savor it.

Is that too much to ask?

I grab her hair, tilting her head back all the way so she’s facing the ceiling. What I wouldn’t give to take a picture of her like this as a permanent reminder of just how nasty she can get with a little bit of handling.

She wants it so fucking bad—she wants me —and Skylar isn’t here doing a fucking thing. Why should he get to reap the benefits?

I lean in close to her face, then gather some saliva and spit it directly into her mouth. As expected, she spooks easily and rears back for a second, but I slap the same cheek already bearing my bright red handprint .

God, she’s a vision like this—all open and wanting, glaring up at me with tears in her eyes. She’s pretending to be angry, but I don’t buy it because she’s also emitting this ravenous aura; she’s hungry for it.

Such a good girl for me.

I straighten again, then grab my dick by the base and line myself up against her open mouth. Her tongue dances around as if she’s trying to make room for me to fit, but it finally settles at the bottom of her mouth when she can’t find a better position.

Perfect .

Without any extra warning, I slowly slide my cock through her red lips. Her tongue is so wet, her mouth a reservoir of her own drool and my spit. I haven’t even made it inside an inch, but I already feel like I might blow my load just from watching her take it like this.

“Fuck, you’re such a sweet little thing. Can you take more, darling?” I ask.

I don’t actually care—this thing is making it to the back of her throat whether she chokes or not. I just know she won’t panic as much if she thinks she holds a little power.

I wait for the inevitable nod of approval before feeding her more, slotting the shaft right along her tongue as it slides further and further back. A groan I don’t mean to let out escapes through my own lips.

I could have ruined the whole thing earlier when I almost let her name slip. Luckily, I caught it before she could register what I said, but this girl is doing something to me. My brain feels like fucking mush when it’s just her and I.

Not so secretly, I was excited to find out she’s a brat. The broads I usually pair up with at Eden are all too eager to senselessly follow commands like robots.

There’s no challenge, no playing, no bark or bite. It’s like a bad porno with the gaudy moaning and shoddy connections. This girl is a fucking scientist; there’s so much chemistry happening in this room .

Skylar doesn’t understand her. He wants to inflict torture with no resistance, but forgets that half the fun lies in her attitude. She’s willing to take what I give her, but it comes with a price I’m happy to pay.

He loves to hate her and somehow gets pleasure from making her feel like shit. He wants her to cry over deranged insults and cheap shots to her self-esteem.

I want to see her cry in ecstasy, so overwhelmed with pleasure that she’s not sure she can handle more. I want her to be proud when she works through the things that scare her, only to realize she’s stronger than she thought. Like the way her eyes are bulging and tearing up right now with the head of my cock snuggly fixed in the back of her throat. She can’t breathe, she’s panicking, she’s terrified. But if I just pull back at the right moment…

She gasps for air, and I stroke the top of her head and wait until the color settles back into her face. Skylar will never give it to her, but encouragement and positive reinforcement are all she needs to keep going.

“Amazing. You’re such a good girl, but I’m not done with you yet. Get ready,” I whisper, running my knuckles along her cheekbone.

You can be dominant without being a prick about it. You can talk a woman through these things without needing to feel all-powerful. Me? I do it for that look in her eyes—so hazy and dream-like, but still eager to please.

She nods again, but instead of me having to feed my dick to her, she leans forward and takes it at her own pace. I let her do whatever she wants, curious to see how my little chemist makes magic when she holds the power.

She does not disappoint.

My cock slips back through the gag, and she swallows a few inches before pulling back to run her tongue along the head, giving extra care to the frenulum.

I wonder who taught her that.

A few weeks ago, I joked with Skylar about thinking she was a virgin. Obviously I was kidding, but nobody comes to Eden because they’re happy with their sex lives .

I can’t figure out why she’s single with tricks like this up her sleeve. What kind of man wouldn’t give the world to a woman who can work her tongue like that?

The pretty little thing continues bobbing for apples with my dick, and I’m so lost in thought, I don’t realize I’m about to come until it’s too late. Skylar is going to fucking kill me if he finds out I got off without doing what I came here to do.

I fist her hair with both hands and try to pull her off, but the little minx thinks it’s a challenge. She fights against my hold, sinking faster and deeper onto me before burying the head of my cock in her throat again.

She keeps it there for a minute—like she’d rather die from lack of oxygen than do anything else—then swallows around me, constricting my dick like a fucking boa.

I shoot my cum straight down her throat, releasing an embarrassingly pained moan that I’ll deny if she ever mentions. I have to rip myself from her mouth because she won’t stop swallowing, and the overstimulation is fucking killing me. Somebody taught this girl how to suck dick, and I don’t know why, but that idea makes me twinge with jealousy.

“That…” I can’t catch my fucking breath, but I regain composure enough to grab her by the chin and force her look up at me. “That deserves a reward.”

After tucking myself back into my jeans, I go to the cabinet to grab something before kneeling back at her feet. The proud look she had on her face is instantly replaced with one of confusion, but she lets me feed her feet into the loops of the sling anyway.

With every rising inch of the restraint up her legs, I plant little kisses in its wake until I’ve made it to the thick of her thighs. When both loops are in place, I command her to lay down on the bed.

“You’re doing such a good job,” I praise. “Just remember to breathe. You can handle it. Can’t you, darling? ”

She’s hesitant but stays committed to the bit, nodding like the obedient slut she wants to be. When she leans back, I use the sling base to push her knees up towards her head and secure it around the nape of her neck.

I had to do it when she wasn’t expecting it so she wouldn’t fight against the restraint, but the yelp she squeaks out in surprise is totally worth it.

Now this is an image to hold on to for my dreams. She’s bound and gagged with her pretty pussy on full display for me. She’s shaved without a hair in sight, and though it’s not really my preference, I respect a lady’s choice.

I can tell how much she loved me fucking her mouth, just from a single glance. She’s soaking wet, so I tease a finger over her pussy to collect some of the moisture before sliding it inside her.

Her deep moan is enough to spur me on, wondering what else I can unveil from her perfect lips besides the drool pouring from the corners of her mouth.

I lean forward and run my tongue along her tight ass, eliciting a very curious reaction indeed. Her hips shimmy around, but she can’t go far because of the sling keeping her spread for me. When I peer up through her open thighs, she looks embarrassed.

I can’t for the life of me understand why. What’s the big deal?

I collect a pool of spit on my tongue, then carefully drip it off the point until it falls on her ass. With the same finger I used in her pussy, I spread everything around to get the area nice and wet.

She hasn’t seemed to have realized yet that her whines only send me into a frenzy, so when I hear her squealing, all bets are off. I slowly insert my finger, wiggling it back and forth as I sink it in further. Now her hips are really squirming, but I use it in my favor. When I start licking her clit, she gasps through the gag and clenches her eyes shut.

I don’t like that one bit.

“Open your eyes, now,” I command. “You’re going to fucking watch when I make you come.”

She obeys, but when she looks at me, all I see are tears .

It’s not enough for me to stop, though. I hold her stare while I dance my tongue across her clit, alternating between long, continuous laps and quick flicks. She’s so wet, a steady stream of her arousal runs right down to pave way for my finger still working her ass.

She’s getting close—I can tell by the way she’s trying to buck her hips and chase my tongue, no longer embarrassed by what I’m doing to her.

Seems like the perfect time to stop.

I may be having a blast, but if I abandon the purpose of tonight’s visit, Skylar will be writing my obituary by morning. Not to mention whatever he’ll do if he finds out I came in her pretty little mouth.

I don’t find immense pleasure in hearing her angry sighs when she realizes I’m about to do this to her again , but the choice is hers this time.

I sit up, getting to my knees as I reach into my back pocket. “You asked why the Red Room matters so much, and why I want to have you there.” She eyes me curiously, but the color drains from her face as soon as she registers the object in my hand. “You wanted to know what I could possibly do to you in there that I can’t do here.” When I eject the blade from the knife handle, the screaming starts.

“Oh..cuh..oh..uh. Oh..cuh..oh—” she tries to beg, spitting fragments of her safe word through the open-mouth gag.

She was right; it does sound funny.

“Relax. Just fucking…” I jump off the bed and snatch her panties from the nightstand before stuffing them into her mouth. I keep the palm of my hand pressed against her lips while still giving her enough leeway to breathe through her nose.

Her eyes, once drunk with pleasure, now cut through my heart.

Repositioning myself between her legs, I try not to meet her stare, but she’s watching me like a hawk. I tip the blade to the skin of her inner thigh, pressing lightly enough to leave an indent.

“Say you’ll come to the Red Room,” I say, though it sounds more like I’ve switched roles and resorted to begging .

She shakes her head violently, still screaming through the fabric.

Fair. I couldn’t have expected anything less .

“Settle down, now.” I dig the knife a little deeper into her flesh, being careful not to break the skin. She turns to stone—aside from her heaving chest as she hyperventilates through her nose. One last time, I demand, “Say you’ll come.”

I can see her mind working as her eyes flicker between each of mine, no doubt searching for the answer to why I’d do this to her.

She doesn’t need to know why. Not yet.

When she nods her head reluctantly, I know it’s probably just to appease the psycho breathing like a madman on her pussy. There’s something else, though.

A new calm washes over her features, and a softness returns to her eyes when she drops her legs to relax over my shoulders. I don’t know if she just gave up or entered her subspace, but I’m glad to know she’s thinking about it. If she took the time to consider what I’m asking, she might understand and even enjoy it.

She just has to try.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going to make you come your fucking brains out.”