Page 63 of If You Dare

One hand stays on my shoulder, keeping me in place, while the other opens his belt buckle.

I swallow as he slowly pulls the belt free from the loops before snapping it in the air like a whip. I flinch, but I’m immobilized beneath his heavy hand. He wraps the belt around my neck, tightening until it’s a cool, unyielding leather collar around my throat.

He steps back, the slack bit of his belt growing taut between us. I drag air down my windpipe while I still can.

“Come here,” he commands. I start to stand, but he shakes his head. “No. Crawl to me.”

“What?” I can’t have heard him right.

He snaps the belt, jerking my neck forward and my hands smack the thin carpet beneath me. “Crawlto me. Now.”

Reluctantly, I obey his command, the act demeaning and humiliating until I dare a glance up at him. Through the mask, lust brims in his eyes.

I stop crawling when I reach his feet and remain kneeling before him.

He reaches for his zipper. “I told you to keep your mouth shut. Now you’re going to find out exactly what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

“Wes, please,” I plead, heart thundering.

“Open up, baby.”

I keep my mouth clamped shut. This isn’t love or pleasure—it’s punishment.

He gives the belt a hard yank. I gasp, mouth opening involuntarily as his belt squeezes my neck.

Wes rubs his rough thumb across my bottom lip. “Good girl. Keep it open or I won’t let you breathe.”

His hand moves back to his jeans, and his thick cock springs free, long and hard for me.

My mouth goes dry. He’s even more glorious than I anticipated. There’s no way I can fit his entire length in my mouth. His tip is wide, a bead of pre-cum already waiting for me. The long, thick vein on the underside of his shaft protruding.

Every inch of him is intimidating.

His free hand cradles my face. Almost tender. Almost a lover’s caress. “I’m going to fuck your face now, little flower.”

He rubs his tip across my lips, still open at his command. My arousal leaks between my legs. Part of me wants to return the pleasure he gave me, another wants him fucking my pussy so I can come again.

“Beg me,” he growls.

“What?”

“Beg me for my cum. Beg me to let you swallow.” He’s growing impatient, pumping his cock in front of my face in long, luxuriating strokes and pulling on his belt.

“Please,” I whisper, dropping my gaze.

“Eyes on me,” he snarls, yanking the belt so I’m forced to meet his gaze. “Please what?”

“Please...let me swallow your cum.”

“Anything for you, little flower.” The murmur would almost be sweet, romantic, if he didn’t have me on my knees with a belt around my throat.

He slips the tip of his already-throbbing cock past my lips and groans, the hot, smooth skin dragging along my tongue. My jaw already feels the stretch around the girth of him.

“Ohfuck, baby. That’s it.”

He eases in slowly, and I grab onto his thighs, knowing any attempt to push him will be fruitless. His taste is salty on my tongue, and when my eyes travel up to his face, the panic vanishes.

His piercing blue eyes are glued on me, and I’ve never felt more desired in my life. Suddenly, I don’t care if he’s rough with me. If he takes what he wants. I want to give him the same pleasure he gave me. Want to show him that he’s not the only one with power.

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