Page 42 of My Turn

Dipping my chin, I kept my eyes on my chest. Every time he moved forward, his head pushed through the top of the gap. It glistened with blood and precum. When he paused, I had a bad feeling about what was coming.

“Taste it.”

My lips trembled as I leaned down. As quickly as I could, I brushed my tongue over his swollen tip. The salty and metallic flavor made me gag and when he thrust forward a little more, he slipped between my lips.

“Stay there and keep your tongue out.”

I forced myself to keep my eyes open as he continued his movements. He sped up, his dick disappearing, then sliding over the tip of my tongue repeatedly. As the minutes dragged on, I began to wonder if death would be a better alternative than what he was doing.

My own hips jerked from the painful overstimulation between my legs. It was torture. I was stuck in a horrible place between nearly coming again and wishing I could cut out the nerve endings. Ithurtand yet, I could feel my arousal still dripping out of me.

Finally, he thrust forward hard and stilled. His cum shot onto my tongue and even though I wanted to close my mouth, I knew it would only get me in trouble.

When he pulled his dick out, he shoved three fingers into my mouth. He swirled the blood and cum mixture into my tongue, then pushed them to the back of my throat. I gagged and turned my head. After I swallowed, he released me and got to his feet. If I thought it was over, I was a naïve idiot.

He grabbed onto my hair and twisted it so that I was facing him. Standing beside the bed, he nudged my lips with his dick. I wasn’t going to suck that thing. He’d already used me enough.

“Open,” he demanded. I shook my head and he tightened his grip, making my scalp burn. “You didn’t choose, so you get both.”

Reluctantly, I parted my lips, expecting him to start fucking my mouth. The first thing I became acutely aware of was something hot. For a second, I thought he was cumming again, but it kept going. The taste registered next. It was slightly salty with a bitter tone to it. I tried to dislodge from his grip, but he held on tightly. He squeezed my jaw to keep my mouth open as he continued to piss into it. I choked on it, spewing some of it back out. When he was finished, he held my mouth shut.

A fresh wave of tears flowed down my cheeks. Knowing I didn’t have a choice, I swallowed it, which triggered a series of gags. In the middle of nearly throwing up, he filled my pussy with his fingers. There had to be at least three and with everything going on down there, he didn’t meet much resistance, even though I didn’t fucking want this.

“Show me how pretty you scream after swallowing my piss and cum.” He straddled my legs, bracing a hand beside my head as he continued to pump in and out. “Do you think I can make you drench me, Alana?”

“No,” I cried.

“Tell me that you want me to make you cum.”

“No!”

He secured a cover over my eyes again, then curled his fingers. A choked sound escaped my throat unbidden. My body grew hot as something deep inside of me felt like it was twisting, winding me up so tightly that I worried when it crested, I would completely break.

“Mm,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet. Listen.”

I didn’t have to listen. It was all I could hear aside from the blood pulsing madly in my ears. The room was filled with the sound of his fingers fucking me and the wet squelch of my pussy accepting his touch, begging for it. I’d never been this wet and it was so fucking wrong.

Erebus wrapped his fingers around my calf and pushed my leg upward. He pumped harder and faster, forcing me into my orgasm. My back arched off the bed as the band in my lower stomach snapped and shocks traveled outward in every direction. My pussy gripped him so tightly, it was painful for a moment. When he pulled his fingers free, I felt liquid rush out of me. He dropped to his elbows and sealed his lips over my entrance, fucking drinking from me like I was the fountain of youth.

Who the fuck was this man and why was he doing this to me?

Immediately after, I rolled onto my side and curled up in the fetal position. The electrical current between my legs shut off, which helped me to think more clearly.

His breath rustled my hair before his lips pressed against the skin behind my ear.

“You’ve been marked by me. Now, you’re mine. And I’ve been marked by you. That makes me yours.”

Tearing off the blindfold, I tried to turn so that I could catch him without his mask on, but there was a sharp prick in my neck. My body went limp and it only took a few moments for my eyes to fall shut.

*****

When my eyes opened, the room was blurry. There was sunlight coming in through the window. The blinds were open, which was weird. I distinctly remembered making sure they were closed before I went to bed.

I sat up quickly and put a hand over my lips. One would think my mouth would taste horrible, but it was… fresh. I realized myhair was slightly damp and when I sniffed it, the scent of my shampoo was strong.

He bathed me and brushed my teeth after he drugged me. What the actual fuck?

Looking down, I saw that the sheets had been changed. I jumped to my feet and started studying the space. Everything else looked the same. The hooks were still in the ceiling, but there was no rope. Those, the red rims around my wrists, and the cut on my palm were the only things that actually solidified that what happened last night was real.

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