Page 48 of Scream Little Sister

Justin loosens his tie and prowls toward me. “Since you don’t want to apologize with words, you can with your mouth.”

My jaw falls open, and I scramble backward. “We can’t do anything until we’re married.”

“Says who?” He snatches my arm, his fingers digging into the tender flesh.

“My father,” I stammer.

Shadows creep over Justin’s features. “Your father doesn’t give a fuck, but he won’t know about this. Kneel.”

I shake my head and slap the hand gripping me. “I’m not sucking your cock!”

Justin throws his head back and laughs. “You think you have a choice?”

My pulse thunders in my ears, drowning out my voice as I fight Justin off. He swats my hands mid-air, then shoves me against a stall with a growl.

“No!” I scream.

Ignoring me, Justin forces me onto my knees and keeps a hand in my hair to hold me in place while I struggle. My heart palpitates, and a cold sweat breaks out on my skin as he undoes his pants with his other hand.

“I told you, I’m not sucking your dick!” Tears sting my eyes, and I suck in ragged breaths as a panic attack rises until it’s choking me.

Justin’s four-inch, pencil-thin erection springs free from his pants. Pre-cum leaks from the circumcised tip, and he smears it with his thumb while guiding it to my mouth.

I jerk back and shove his thighs. “I’m not putting that thing in my mouth.”

“You had your chance to apologize.” Justin’s fingers tighten in my hair, and he jerks me forward until his dick rubs against my closed lips. “I gave you enough time, and you decided to keep your mouth shut. You need to be put in your place, wife, and I’m more than willing to do the work to make you submit to me. Now open your filthy mouth and suck.”

The tears blur my vision as I glare up at Justin. He stares back down at me, seeming bored, but his eyes speak the most. They’re full of hatred, lust, and an emotion I can't put my finger on. He still looks at me like I’m an object, with no trace of regret or hesitation.

Justin’s nostrils flare when I keep my lips pinched shut. He releases his erection and pinches my nose. I push and scratch at his legs, digging my nails into his exposed skin as much as I can.

The only reaction I get out of him is a hissed breath and a muttered, “Stupid slut.”

My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen. Any second now and I’ll have to open my mouth to breathe. Justin will take advantage and shove his tiny penis into my mouth.

What did I do in life to deserve this?

No one heard me yelling. No one has knocked on the door to check on us. No one cares about me. Now I’m about to be raped, and even then, no one will care to help me.

With the remaining fight I have left in me, I open my mouth and sink my teeth into Justin’s cock. He bellows and jerks away from me, his hand disappearing from my hair. I dig my teeth into the sensitive skin, refusing to let go.

“You little bitch!” he roars, and punches the top of my head.

I grunt and fall backward, black dots creeping into my vision. My skull throbs like a heartbeat, and my back arches as fire radiates to my shoulders.

Justin stumbles back and cups his groin. “You fucking bit me!”

Ignoring the pain, I leap to my feet and dodge him as he makes pathetic noises while checking his manhood. I unlock the door and run out of the bathroom, ignoring him as he calls my name. I duck my head as I run through the restaurant to the front door. Tears stream down my cheeks, making it hard to see, and I nearly run into a table.

“Madison!” Justin yells.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.

I peek over my shoulder, curious how close he is. My eyes widen. Justin storms through the restaurant, ignoring the stares we’re getting from the waiters and patrons. His body language screams murder, and I’m certain he plans to do far worse to me than shoving his dick in my mouth.

I bolt out the front door and into the cold morning. The cool air refreshes my overheated skin. I widen my strides as I run from Justin, who’s hot on my heels.

Someone help me.