Chapter 152 Tired
TRIGGER WARNING; DETAILED SA SCENE BELOW. KINDLY SKIP IF YOU KNOW YOU WOULD FIND IT DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE.
CALIX
The gravity of my statement quickly sinks in. Her teary eyes are holding both pleas for mercy and defiance. She realizes now that she is not getting out of this.
Her lips trembly part, I hold her jaw to force her mouth open. Precum leaks out from the tip of my cock as I bring it closer to her mouth.
I hiss in pleasure when the head makes contact with her soft wet tongue. The guys hold her completely immobile while I push deeper into her hot mouth. She closes her plump lips around my girth, and I almost come undone right then. The pleasure igniting on every single nerve from my head to toe.
Fuck! It’s so much better than I imagined it would be. Dom leaves the room, perhaps he couldn’t handle the sight. Like earlier, I couldn’t care less.
Using both of my hands, I cradle her head between them and hold her in place. "Keep that mouth open and relax your throat."
Never breaking eye contact with her as I love how the room lights catches in them. I start fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts, noticing how she is closing her throat so I wouldn’t go deeper. I let her do that for a few minutes before I decide I want to go deeper.
"Open your throat," I demand, watching as more panic flickers over her features. She didn’t actually think I was just going to fuck her mouth with slow, lazy strokes, did she?
Her eyes are still giving me that pleading look through her lashes. Her pitiful whimpers around my cock a catalyst that is making me go insane with the sweet shivers of pleasure. She does as I instruct. A whimper passes her lips, and she lets her mouth fall open. For the first time since we started, she closes her eyes.
A part of me wants her to look at me, to keep that connection, but the other part is glad that I don’t have to see that desperate plea in the depths of her eyes. Plunging my cock deep inside of her mouth, I watch as she gags when the tip presses into her tight throat. The sight of her choking on my cock has my brain short-circuiting. My head falls back.
Gaawd, it feels so good.
I waited so long for this reality. The sight of her small mouth widening beyond its limit on my cock has me fighting to not be pulled towards climax. The way her tongue feels, her soft whimpers, the tears in her eyes. Her helplessness and the power it is giving me in return. Fuck. It’s like a drug I can’t get enough of.
I hold it there in her throat for a moment, watching as she struggles to take me before I pull back to let her breathe. I only give her a few seconds, and then I repeat the action, forcing my cock so deep that my balls are pressed against her chin. Still holding her face in my hands, I use my thumbs to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes as I start to fuck her face in earnest.
I was aware of Curtis holding up a camcorder and recording, just before the last thread of control I was holding shatters. I thrust my cock into her throat mercilessly. Over and over again, I shove myself into her warm mouth, making her gag at the intrusion. Thick spit coats my cock, dripping down onto my balls and her chin. Her eyes squeezed shut once again, probably wishing for this to be over. Little does she know, we have just begun.
Everything around us fades away, and all that’s left is her and me. The sound of her gagging mingles with my pleased grunts, and I can feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine as my blood starts to overheat. I thrust into her one last time, then hold myself there at the back of her throat. I come so hard stars dance across my vision. My climax seems to go on forever. When it finally ends, and I pull out long after making sure she swallows every drop of my semen, she immediately sucks in large amounts of air, her panicked breathing filling the space.
She wouldn’t have been choked to this extent if she hadn’t tried to resist at the last minute. I let go of her face, the guys released her arms. She slumps backwards, almost doubling over, her hand on her throat trying to get her breathing under control and coughing furiously and trying to retch up what she was made to swallow. My conscience roars to life as I look at her small body shaking on the floor. But I block it away. She does deserve this. Curtis goes close to her with his camcorder, telling her to smile as he records.
Her face pales when she sees that she is being recorded. She looks back at me in despair, as if she wanted me to tell him to stop or perhaps grappling at the belief that it is only a nightmare that she would soon wake up from. Her hair is disheveled, face messed up with tears and all sorts of emotions. "You’re not human at all. You’re worse than an animal." She utters out chokingly.
"That mouth isn’t tired yet? Then come do a bit more work." Why would I mind a second round of bliss?
Her look changes to a venomous one like she would kill me right now if she could. "Go to hell! That’s where you belong you demon!" She spits just before she takes off running out.
Her words make me smile.
Go to hell? Of course I will.
I have never believed nor have any hope for paradise. That is the amazing thing about not being religious. You know exactly where you are going. But even in the fiery pit Gweneth, you’ll still be my pet.
"That seemed quite too much for her to take." Lucas comments. "Rex will not be happy about this."
That reminded me about why I had chosen to do it now. Rex would be discharged later from the hospital, and by then I would be on a flight to Chicago to start my mission. He would indeed be mad about her, but what can he do? A deal is a deal. "Did you get all of it?" I ask Curtis. I would be enjoying myself and getting more blackmailing tools to chokehold her along with it.
"You bet I did." He snickers.
"Send it to me later and then delete it." I notice she had ran off without her bag. And I tell the boys to go give it to her after paying them a bonus for the job well done in bringing her to me.
GWENETH
I practically threw myself into the restroom slamming the door shut behind me. I hunched over the sink trembling violently as I turn on the tap and start splashing water on
my face and rinsing my mouth of the slimy, disgusting substance. Some part of me is refusing to acknowledge what it is. Still wanting to think that I wasn’t just violated and degraded in the worse possible way ever. My stomach churns so fiercely, I puke my guts out into the sink.
Lunch, little bit of what I had eaten for breakfast. Even my enzymes and bile juice.
The taste of that thing still has not cleared off after all the mouth rinsing.
Seeing my own reflection in the mirror facing back at me broke me even more, especially when I remember how happy I had been a while ago about the competition and then with Maverick. A separate kind of despair crashes on me just then, realizing that I might have been betrayed once again.
That orange juice had been spiked. But I do not believe that Maverick did it. He must have been threatened by Calix. Maybe he wasn’t even aware.
I can’t tell what hurts more. That I might have been betrayed by Maverick or how I was just assaulted by Calix? I went into one of the stalls, locking it behind me so one more person would not see me crumbling aside from the two who had come in and left. I did not have the strength to hold myself to a sitting position on the covered toilet seat. I sat dejectedly besides it,
crying my eyes out. My heart wrenching, the pain burning deep into my soul. Asking the same question that I have been asking myself since the day I had encountered him. Why is he so cruel to me?
What had I done to deserve such cruelty? I’m so fucking tired. Tired of this school, I’m tired of the bullying. And I’m fucking tired of life itself.