Page 10 of A New Year's Toy

“Yes.”

“Yes.” He nods in agreement.

Alistair straightens, grabbing a fistful of my hair to angle my head toward him. The minute I open up is the minute he shoves himself inside me, past my lips, my teeth, and down my throat.

“Fuck.”

His groan reverberates through his body and his dick juts even deeper into my mouth. He leans his free hand on the headboard, beginning the slow rhythm of harsh thrusts.

“Look at me.” There’s no refusing his demand. My eyes snap up to him. “Keep being this good, Nola, and I’ll let you come.”

I know all too well what being this good means. Aside from hollowing my cheeks and letting him go deeper, I dig into myself to the hollow place in my heart, where pain, submission, and being owned are merged.

Where one emotion topples the other, where it’s so overwhelming that my eyes tear up.

At the first sign of dampening in the corners of my eyes, his menacing voice turns approving. “My baby. That’s it.”

He pummels harder into me, his balls slapping to my saliva-coated chin. I gag on the sweet assault on my senses, and my lover grins.

“My sweet little student.” He pauses, pulling himself out to free my airway. “Come for me.”

Then he slams into me again. The moan I let out as I surrender to the vibrations on my pussy and Alistair’s dick fucking my mouth isn’t fully human.

Alistair reciprocates the sound coming out of me, and growls. I watch him, adoring him, licking, and sucking him.

I find immense pride and joy in being his human toy, but I continue to hurt. Another orgasm drums at my walls, behind my clit, between my ears. Coming now will involve a lot more pain than what I would endure from the torture of swallowing it down.

Alistair’s probing stare communicates he’s aware of the two tormenting options I’m facing. That he’s getting off on it.

He drags his dick along my tongue, rests it on my cheek, and jerks himself off. “Come.”

“No.”

“Yes.” His fingers drown deeper into the roots of my hair, pulling hard. “You’ll come for me. And you’ll do it when I say so.”

I flail my body left and right, attempting to get rid of the damn vibrator. Alistair’s knees lock me in, his hand pressing on my collarbone. A set of five fingers slide up to my throat, applying pressure on it.

“Whom do you breathe for?” he asks the question he likes to repeat.

The question I love answering. “You.”

“Then you’ll come for me.” The pressure of his palm increases.

My labored breaths are accompanied by the never-ending buzzing sound. Suddenly, I don’t hate it. I’m not in pain. I’m above all of it, thanks to the bliss that accompanies the reminder of being his.

“Do it.”

Alistair doesn’t promise me anything in return. Doesn’t say he’ll end it, that he’ll spare me. Yet through the strength he transfers to me, channels into me, I realize it isn’t necessary.

What matters is his ownership of me, this and this alone.

“Yes.” I part my lips.

He returns to pummeling into my mouth. Our eyes lock, and I give him what he wanted: my agonizing, insides-tearing, brain-flipping orgasm. I cry out onto his shaft, choking and sucking on him in the interim.

“Gonna come, Nola.” The grace of his thrusts wanes. He’s an animal; pure unadulterated desire flows out of him in waves. “Swallow every fucking drop.”

Without the ability to speak, I relax my jaw, even more, blinking at him once.

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