Page 16 of Resisting Isaac

He rights me, lifting me by my hips, then drags his tongue up my spine and bites my neck.

It’s not hard enough to break skin, but his teeth press deeply into my flesh.

If he turns out to be a serial killer, I might not even care as long as we do this until I die.

Another solid spanking but I barely feel it. My mind is spinning. Then I hear it.

My own voice. Begging. Pleading. Shamelessly.

“Fuck me. Please, please fuck me.”

A dark chuckle in my ear. Then I’m yanked upright by my bound wrists and turned to face him.

“Get on your knees.” No term of endearment, just the harsh command.

I’m dizzy with need, so I go down wobbly. But once I’m eye level with his enormous hard on, my mind clears.

I lean in to take him in my mouth, but he grips my hair and pulls me backward.

Frustrated and confused, I look up at him helplessly.

“Kiss me sweetly, spitfire,” he says softly. “Until I ask for more.”

This motherfucker. He’s toying with me.

That’s fine. I can give as good as I get.

I cannot wait until it’s my turn with the reins again. I’m going to ride his face and dick until he begs for mercy.

I do as I’m told, swiping my tongue out to lick his tip tentatively. His pre-cum is both sweet and salty at once.

He holds my hair tightly still, a slight tug at my scalp stinging in the most wonderful way.

I kiss his cock like I’m in love with it. Slowly. Sweetly. Then I swirl my tongue around the tip.

He groans and his grip on my hair loosens. I flatten my tongue and lick the underside of him from base to tip. Then swirl my tongue again. And suck only the head of his dick.

“Take it all in, baby,” he commands. “As far as you can go.”

I don’t have a gag reflex. Never have.

So I take him into my throat.

It’s his turn for his knees to buckle and it’s deeply satisfying.

Hollowing my cheeks and pulling back like I’m trying to suck his soul out through his cock, I let his dick free with a loud smacking sound.

“You okay, cowboy?”

He stares down at me like he’s seeing a mirage in the desert.

“Fan-fucking-tastic. Do that again. Just like that.”

I comply, but this time I pump him into my throat a few times, forcing my esophagus to contract around him in a swallowing motion.

The low guttural groan he emits makes me happier than it should.

When I turn him loose, he pulls me abruptly to my feet.