Indentured by Lacey Kane Read Free Book Online Page B

pain-inflicting badass and the soft, sensual lover was throwing me for a loop. I couldn’t get my bearings. Especially not with the throbbing pain in my knee-caps, the near-constant churning and cramping and aching in my sex and ass and breasts.
    “You exist to please me. You will do so by allowing me use of your body in any and every way I see fit. If I wish to fuck you, I will fuck you. If I wish to punish you, I will punish you. If I wish to deny you pleasure while taking my own, you will be denied. Is that understood?”
    “ Yes, Sir,” I somehow managed to say, though I would have rather told him to go fuck himself.
    “Excellent. Now, as a reward for doing so well today, you may suck my cock while I watch the news.”
    Sucking his cock was supposed to be a reward for me ? He seemed to have that backwards.
    He reached beside him for the remote control and flipped the TV on without waiting for me to get started. I was half tempted to bite him, but that didn’t seem like such a great idea, considering I was tied up and he had an entire penthouse full of torture devices at the ready.
    Glaring at him the whole time, I stretched my head forward and opened my mouth, seeking the smooth, bulbous head of his cock. He didn’t help me in the slightest, focused instead on sorting through the on-screen guide to find his program.
    It took me a minute, but finally I was able to reach his dick. I used my tongue to change the angle of it so I could more easily blow him, even as some newscaster was talking about a sex trafficking scandal in Hong Kong. Ha ha. Hong Kong. I wanted to scream out that it was taking place right under their very noses, but what good would that do?
    As I wrapped my lips around his cock and moved it deeper inside my mouth, I had to marvel at the size of it. I’d only thought it was huge when he deep throated me at the auction. Whatever that shot was, it worked better than I ever imagined.
    That thought led to some very unpleasant other thoughts about the shots he’d injected in me and how effective they might be.
    My lips were nearly forced to stretch to accommodate him, and after only a couple of minutes of back and forth, up and down, licking, slurping, sucking action, my jaw hurt from being forced open so wide.
    I let out a little inadvertent moan from my discomfort.
    He shifted his hips closer to me and put a hand on the back of my hair, pulling me down onto him so far that my eyes watered. The head of his cock was bumping against the back of my throat, flirting with my gag reflex, and my instinct was to rear back…but the way he had me strapped in and with his hand on my head, that wasn’t a possibility. He couldn’t seriously expect me to take him into my throat again, could he? After he’d used that shot, and he was so big I could barely handle sucking him?
    Some obnoxious music from a commercial came on, like a dance club sort of thing, and he lifted his hips up off the chair to thrust into my mouth. I started to gag , unable to control my response, as he delved deeper into me. My jaw revolted against the attack and I accidentally bit down on him somewhat.
    His hand fisted into my hair and he jerked my head back so fast and hard my collar tightened around my throat. I gasped for air, and he slapped me hard across the cheek with his other hand.
    “No teeth.” Still, there was no emotion in his tone. “If you use teeth on me again, I swear to you, you’ll regret it. You will not enjoy your punishments, slave.”
    I was crying and still trying to catch my breath when he slammed his cock into my mouth again and started thrusting with all the fury that was lacking in his voice. Both of his hands held my head down, and even though I gagged, I somehow r efrained from biting him again.
    “Swallow,” he commanded after several minutes of his incessant pace, finally slowing.
    I tried to swallow, working the muscles in my throat even though they didn’t want to cooperate. His head pushed into my