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Isaac

I was being an asshole and I knew it, but I was pissed the fuck off. I’d opened up to Tovah, exposing vulnerabilities I never even looked at myself, they were so painful, and she couldn’t be bothered to match me with her own secrets. For all I knew, she was storing them away for some future exposé on me. I had let my guard down and forgotten I couldn’t trust her.

So even though I saw the hurt in her eyes for telling her she was useless beyond her holes, and even though part of me hated myself for it, at least I could make her feel something.

And I wasn’t going to deny how hard my cock was, seeing her kneeling there in front of me with helpless rage in her eyes. Dinner had been torture, listening to her moan as she ate the food I’d made for her. I’d never known how sexually satisfying feeding someone else could be, but watching the food disappear between her lips, watching her enjoy it, knowing I’d provided for her, that she was no longer hungry because of me —it appeased the monster inside me. I’d taken care of her. Served her.

And now she was going to serve me.

Scanning the kitchen, I spotted a dishtowel. I walked behind Tovah, making short work of tying her wrists together.

“Isaac!”

I ignored her, walking back around to face her and slowly unzipping my jeans so she got the whole show. I pulled down my boxer briefs and revealed my cock in all its hard, desperate glory. I felt pretty damn beastly right now, my cock so excited to finally get off in one of her warm holes and test out the object of its desire’s tight throat for the first time. Edging her all day had kept me on the edge too, but the best things took patience, and my patience was finally going to be rewarded.

The first time I’d touched her, I’d been afraid of how out of control she made me feel.

But she’d already changed something within me—because now I relished it.

Fisting it in my hand, I slapped my cock against one of Tovah’s cheeks, than the other, leaving a trail of precum on her skin, painting it over her lips like a white, perverted gloss.

“Open,” I ordered her again, my voice deep with desire. “And remember, no teeth.”

Glaring at me, she opened her mouth in a small “o.” It wasn’t wide enough for how thick my dick was, so I leaned down, hooking two fingers into her mouth and pulling it wider so I could slide my cock into the open hole.

“Isaac,” she tried to cry out, but my cock plugged her mouth and blocked the sound, so it was just a faint garbled protest.

“Fuck,” I groaned, the heat of her mouth practically doing me in like I was a teen getting his first blowjob. “Suck,” I told her.

Closing her eyes, she sucked. It was sloppy, and, if I didn’t know better, unpracticed. But maybe she was just messy.

Something about the seeming inexperience was a huge turn on, though. I could pretend that she’d never sucked a cock before, and I was her first. But sucking with her eyes closed wasn’t working for me.

“Eyes on me,” I barked. “I want to watch your humiliated helplessness as you lick and suck me, little snoop.”

Her eyes popped open, and yeah, there was the hatred I expected in them, but also the need I’d wanted as she bobbed her head, licking the shaft and sucking the crown, her hesitant movements hotter than the most confident blowjob I’d ever received. I let her stay on the shallow end for a bit, the feel of her tongue and lips against my cock a heady experience I’d only fantasized about a million times.

“This turning you on?” I groaned, watching her as she rubbed her thighs together. “Being helpless, wrists tied, forced to lick my cock? Probably freeing in a way, because you don’t have to admit how hungry you are for it. You can pretend you don’t want this, but we both know that’s a lie. But then you’re a good little liar, aren’t you?”

She tried to say something that sounded like fuck you —or would’ve, if my cock wasn’t effectively gagging her.

“Oh, this isn’t enough for you? Well don’t worry, there’s more where that came from.” Keeping my fingers hooked in her mouth, I grabbed the back of her head with my other hand, forcing her forward on my cock, until I hit the back of her throat.

Her eyes got wide and teary and she tried to shake her head, but I held her still, tilting her chin at the perfect angle, pulling out, and thrusting back in, slowly, so slowly, so that I sank, inch by perfect inch, into her throat.

“Holy fucking shit, who knew this tight little throat would feel so sweet squeezing my fat cock? I was right, wasn’t I? You were made for this. Your mouth, your throat, all of you was created to be my little plaything and make me feel good,” I rasped, my voice dropping several octaves from how good she felt.

My balls hurt from the need to come, which I was going to stave off as long as I could. Pulling out slightly, I thrust back in, pulling out and then shoving back in again, setting up a fast and brutal pace until I was blatantly fucking Tovah’s face. Tears ran down her cheeks as she gasped for air every time I withdrew, only to shove deeper, holding still so her nose was pressed against my base.

“That’s right, choke on my cock. You’re lucky I’m letting you breathe at all.”

She moaned around me, like the idea of my stealing her air turned her on even more.

Fuck.

I was close.

I slowed down, not wanting to come yet. I wanted, no needed, for this to last as long as possible. It wasn’t only how good her throat and mouth felt. It was the way our eyes had locked on each other, the connection making my heart race in my chest. She might absolutely loathe me, but in this moment, she was mine, trapped by my hands and my cock and unable to look away.

“I own you,” I told her harshly. “Not just your mouth or throat. I own all of you, amore mio. How does that feel, bella ragazza, knowing you’ll be owned by me forever? Possederò la tua anima proprio come tu possiedi la mia.”

Amore mio. My love.

Bella ragazza. Beautiful girl.

Possederò la tua anima proprio come tu possiedi la mia. I’ll own your soul like you own mine.

I barely knew what I was saying. I’d switched to Italian and absolute nonsense was pouring out of me, words I’d take back if I had any real awareness of how I felt. I couldn’t be blamed, not when her throat was squeezing my cock so damn tight, like a fucking vise, and not when her eyes were a dark, passionate, angry and lustful brown, filled with tears and wet like her pussy must be by now.

I inhaled, trying to force myself not to come, shoving my cock in impossibly deeper, gripping her wretched pink hair tight in one hand so she had to take me. She spluttered and choked, unable to breathe, trying to pull away, but with nowhere to go. The monster, angry at all she’d made him feel, leaned into his evil inclinations, pinching her nose closed with his free hand so she couldn’t breathe at all. A dazed shock filled her eyes and I realized she was about to pass out with her throat closed tight around my fucking cock. I’d never had this much control over anything or anyone, but my girl was about to black out because of my cock and fingers, and the knowledge won against the effort not to come.

With a groan, I released her nose and hair and withdrew my cock from her throat. She gasped, falling backward, but I was already coming all over her hair and face, shooting lines of white cum across her forehead, closed eyes, nose, mouth, down to her chin and neck, until she resembled an absofuckinglutely filthy toaster strudel.

And I wanted to eat her just as badly.

Falling to my knees, I crawled over her, pulling her legs free and descending on her soaked cunt, sucking her clit and stabbing my tongue inside her pussy until she came all over my face with a desperate, exhausted cry.

Fuck.

Catching my breath, I stuffed my cock back into my jeans and zipped them closed.

“Isaac?” Tovah searched my gaze, seeming worried and vulnerable. I’d never owned her more than I had in that moment, tied up and naked, exhausted and trembling, face covered in my cum. I relished my possession, as much as I did her soft uncertainty. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was looking for reassurance that she’d done a good job. And she’d done an excellent job, but I couldn’t tell why she seemed so shaken up and needy. I just knew I fucking liked it. Seeing her like this made my cock begin to thicken all over again.

A thought occurred to me, awful and inspired. Grabbing my phone, I unlocked it, snapping a few photos of her as she stared at me, confusion turning to cognition, and then all-out rage.

“Did you just take pictures of me?! Like this?!”

I shrugged, putting my phone back in my pocket.

“Spank bank material,” I explained, giving her the full-on Dr. Dimples.

“Isaac Silver, I’m going to kill you,” she seethed.

I tilted my head. “Are you? Or are you going to do exactly what I say , unless you want these photos emailed to Veronica’s and Toby’s inboxes—along with the rest of campus.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Want to test me and see?”

I was lying through my teeth, of course. No fucking way would I ever let anyone see her looking like this. No, Tovah Lewis, naked and covered in cum, was an image for my eyes and cock only. I’d kill anyone else who even tried to imagine it. She didn’t need to know that, though—not if it hurt her. Not if it kept her in line.

You’re being a real asshole, Silver , my inner voice said uneasily.

I ignored it. I’d given the monster full control.

Still, I walked behind her, untying her wrists and checking for any sign of strain. Her right wrist was still red and chafed from the handcuff the night before, and seeing it made me want to punch someone—myself, namely. I’d ordered a new set, leather and fur-lined, so she’d be comfortable when she was chained to me. They were arriving later this week. Tonight, I’d bandage her wrist after she showered so she could heal. And try to ignore the fire in my chest—guilt from knowing I’d caused her physical harm.

It was truly insane, how one second completely humiliating her turned me on, but the next, seeing that I’d caused her pain made me want to shove myself into the boards. Being around Tovah was like being on an emotional rollercoaster. Even though I knew the right choice was to exit while I still could, all I wanted to do was to hang on tight and enjoy the ride.

Tovah jerked away from me, rising to her feet and tossing her cum-covered hair. Unsteady, but still somehow defiant.

“I’m showering,” she said. “And then I’m sleeping in the guest room.”

I laughed. “You’re not very good at your job, are you? Did you fact-check with your source? If you had, you’d know your sleeping arrangements hadn’t changed." Turning serious, I stared down at her, noting the way her nose stud winked in the light. “You’ll sleep with me, chained to me, every night, until I’m done with you. There’s no negotiating or getting around it, Tovah Lewis. You belong to me, and you better start acting like it.”

She shook her head. “I’ll fact-check you in the balls,” she tossed over her shoulder as she turned down the hallway and headed up the stairs.

Laughing, I followed her. “Oh, and we’re going to dye your hair back to its original color,” I added. “I brought all your hair dye boxes from your apartment. I’m sick of this pink.”

At the foot of the stairs, she stilled, turning to me, fear muting some of the defiance in her eyes.

“I’ll dye my hair any damn color I choose, Isaac Silver. Get this: You may control me sexually. You may even be able to humiliate me publicly. But I decide what I do with my hair.”

I whistled. “We’ll see about that.” Slapping her ass, hard, I added, “I’ve never seen a girl dye her hair before. Sounds fun.”

“Fuck you.”

I laughed again.

“Patience, little snoop. Patience.”