Page 46 of Savage Captor (Deadly Devotion #1)

Just last night, I was telling myself that I’d be smart and targeted in my approach with Monster.

That I’d play the game and find a way out.

But then, he had to push me over the edge this morning, and the fight I’ve been suppressing came out—all at once.

I can’t say I’m truly sorry for hurting him, it feels so damn good to make him bleed, but I can say that I’m extremely sorry I’ll now have to face the consequences.

But maybe… maybe I can soften the consequences by offering something up. Something that’ll gentle Monster’s fury. Give him something comparatively small instead of having him take a lot more than I can to offer.

“Let me make it up to you,” I whisper. “Please.”

His jaw remains tense, but Monster’s eyes light up with a vague sense of curiosity. It’s jaded and distrustful, but it’s there.

“And how do you propose making it up to me?” he asks .

Jesus, this is awkward. I’m going to have to ask politely to do something I really don’t want to do, and if I don’t perform to his satisfaction, I don’t know how Monster will react.

“Let me…” I trail off, unable to make my lips form around the words.

“Let you?” Monster echoes. “Let you what , Scarlett?”

Fuck it. Better to do this than subject myself to torture. “Let me kiss it better.” I swallow. “Please.”

Monster’s head tilts to the side as he appraises my offer. “You think a blowjob can make up for harming your owner?”

“I think I’ll do my very best,” I respond with a confidence I do not feel. I’d never even seen a dick outside of porn before Monster, but last night my innocence was taken from me. It’s gone, and there’s no use in bemoaning the loss—not now. I just need to endure until I can escape.

“That’s quite the promise.” Monster sounds dubious. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”

No, and I certainly didn’t want to start like this , but… “I’m a fast learner.”

“Let’s hope that’s true for your sake.” Monster must either be desperate for relief or desperate for a blowjob, because he drops his pants without further encouragement necessary, and climbs onto the bed.

I tense when I realize his intention. He’s not going to have me suck me off, he’s going to fuck my mouth.

While I’m bound in place, unable to stop him.

“Can you please untie me?” I ask, trying for my sweetest voice.

“No,” Monster says. “You can labor over my cock while staying in your position. I had a plan for teaching you how to suck my cock, Scarlett, but then you decided to get violent.” He pauses when he’s straddling my waist, and my breath hitches.

I try to mentally prepare myself, try to recall the porn I’ve watched over the last few years, think about what I’m even supposed to do. Suck it like a lollipop?

“I think I might like this as a punishment,” Monster says, shuffling up.

“You probably think you’re getting off easy, baby, and that would be a huge mistake.

” Did he just call me baby? “I’m going to fuck your throat.

It’ll probably hurt. You’ll get to breathe when I decide to let you breathe.

We’ll be done when I’m ready to be done.

Now, this won’t be anywhere as severe as I was thinking, but I think it’ll be enough to get the message across.

” He’s nearly hovering over my neck, now, and the imposing length of his cock bobs over my face.

Despite me kneeing his balls, he’s hard, his length standing at attention, swollen and engorged.

“Next time, I won’t be nice enough to let you off with a little throat-fuck.

I’ll tie you down, fill all your holes, and leave you to suffer for hours.

As long as it takes for me to calm down. ” He grips my chin in his hand. “Open.”

Left with no other option, I do exactly what he asked, trying and failing to give myself a mental pep talk.

Monster doesn’t waste time or tease me. He thrusts his hips forward, and immediately, his cock lodges at the back of my throat, igniting my gag reflex.

I haven’t eaten today so there’s nothing in my stomach to throw up, but Jesus, if I could I’d heave.

It stings, it burns, and the intrusion feels so unfamiliar, so uncomfortable, it makes me want to crawl out of my skin.

I try to mumble a plea around his cock, but Monster ignores it. He holds himself there, at the back of my throat, staring deep into my eyes. His grey orbs are teeming with satisfaction and the beginnings of pleasure.

“That’s a bad start,” he says flatly. “Tilt your head back and relax your throat. Open your mouth wider. This’ll go easier for you if you comply. ”

I can’t breathe, I can’t speak, and I certainly can’t protest, so I helplessly do as he asks, feeling tears of humiliation burn in my eyes. I’m tied spread-eagle to his bed, naked, completely vulnerable for him to use in any way he wants.

And that’s precisely what he does. Monster angles his hips, and slowly starts sliding deeper inside.

I can literally feel my throat stretch to accommodate his size, and god , it’s painful.

Not like the pain he’s inflicted on me before; it’s a new kind of pain.

Nothing about it feels good or even remotely enjoyable—every second of it is degradation wrapped in humiliation and topped with oxygen deprivation.

It doesn’t take long for my vision to start swimming and my head to feel a bit fuzzy.

Just when I think I’ll be lucky enough to pass out, Monster pulls back.

He doesn’t take himself out of my mouth completely, but he unblocks my airway, allowing me to suck in a precious lungful of air.

Before I can hyperventilate and beg him to stop, he grips my head with both hands, and slowly starts sinking in again.

This time, he goes a bit deeper, until it feels like a foot of his cock is shoved down my neck—but it’s barely even half his length.

I hope he’ll be done soon. He has to be done soon.

I already feel like I’ve been here for hours, even though it’s only been minutes.

Again, he holds himself in place. I watch his face, searching for any hints that he’s almost done—that this punishment, this torture is almost over, but I don’t see anything.

When I’m on the verge of passing out and my head grows even fuzzier, he pulls out, then pushes back in.

This time, it’s a little easier. I don’t know if it’s the half-awake, half-unconscious state he’s pushing me toward, or just my body realizing that submitting is the only protection I have right now, but it doesn’t hurt quite as much, and he can go deeper, pushing about three-quarters of his length inside me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and surrender, praying that it’ll be over soon .

“Good girl,” he says. “That’s it, relax . I’m going to get started now.”

My eyes flash open with shock. He’s going to get started right now? What was he doing all this time?

As if he can read my thoughts, Monster answers the question I’m physically unable to ask.

“Yes, Scarlett, I’m going to get started.

That was stretching you out and giving you some practice.

Brace yourself.” He pulls out, lets me take a few deep breaths, and then thrusts in—much faster than he did before.

He withdraws and repeats the gesture again, and again, and again.

My throat burns, my lungs scream for air, my head floats in a strange, unpleasant fog, and I’m desperate to be done with this already, but Monster is in no rush.

He sets a slow, even pace, but quickly picks up speed. After what feels like an eternity, I start noticing the lines of strain on his face. His jaw tenses, and a red flush colors his cheeks and neck. His eyes brighten, and his movements grow faster, jerkier.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re getting lucky, baby. I can’t hold back much longer.”

I don’t want him to hold back at all, but I can’t say as much.

Even despite the horrific discomfort, the pain begins to ease.

My throat relaxes even more, as does my mouth, and my vision grows blurry.

My body gets swept under a strange tide of muted feelings and sensations, until feeling his cock in my mouth starts to change from a trial to endure to something else.

Something strange. Not pleasant, exactly, but not terrible either.

My own surrender vaguely horrifies me, but I’m too far gone to do anything about it.

I let myself remain in the disconnected, strange state, because this is better than the pain that came beforehand.

Monster’s movements grow jerkier, faster, more erratic. I think I might detect a slight tremble in his thighs. I’m so desperate for this to be over with, I try to suck on his cock exactly how I would a sweet treat. Anything for this to be over and for him to be done punishing me.

“ Fuck ,” he says, louder this time. He shoves his full length inside, igniting my gag reflex again, and then I feel something warm pouring into my belly. His cum . His cock pulses, and I gag again, but I can’t get him out—he’s too far in and not going anywhere until he’s good and ready to.

Finally, finally it ends. He slowly withdraws. I inhale several deep, shuddering breaths, sputtering and coughing, trying to tamp down my heaving. Monster watches me struggle in silence for a few moments before shuffling off the bed.

“Since you were such a bad girl, you don’t get aftercare,” he says.

“Ordinarily, this is the time when I’d cuddle you and tell you that you did a good job, but you screwed up.

So, you’re going to stay in that position—bound, chained, immobile—for the rest of the day.

You can take the time to reflect upon your actions and your punishment. ”

I ignore the strange pang that hits my chest as he pulls on his boxers and pants, all business, not even bothering to look at me.

I feel… empty , somehow. Like I need something that I’m not getting.

Like I actually want to be cuddled, which is completely ludicrous.

I don’t. I only offered to suck him off to avoid a worse punishment, and even so, it doesn’t seem like I got off easy.

He’s going to leave me here like this. Alone.

Instead of any of the million protests that are hovering on the tip of my tongue, the words that escape me are, “You’re leaving me? Where are you going?”

I immediately hate myself for my words and my tone.

They almost sound like a plea for him to stay.

Monster pauses at the door, raking an impassive gaze over me.

“I have work to do and a meeting to attend. When I return, I’ll ask you why you’re being punished, and if you answer correctly, I might be in the mood to let you go.

Enjoy the thinking time.” He slams the door shut behind himself.