Page 46 of The Road to Ruined

"I can't," I whisper. "You'll have to make me." I pause, kissing him, sucking the skin into my mouth. "I need things—I told you that." I move the hand resting on his chest upward, over his shoulder, then over his neck and into the hood, and I thread my fingers into soft, thick hair, maybe a couple of inches in length. "It's not a big deal. I like the way you taste and feel. I bet you'd like the way I taste, too."

"Teagan…" he growls, squeezing my arm harder. His other arm tightens around my waist and I brace myself, certain he's about to throw me onto the ground, but he doesn't. He pulls me into his lap, gripping my ass with both hands and grinding his erection into me while I lick and suck that space on his neck. I rock my hips, rolling my pussy over his hardness while gripping his hair in my fist, and bury a moan against his skin. He groans and his hands move to my shoulders, pushing me back.

The room is dark, but I can still see his dark eyes looking back through the holes of the mask and into my own. I lean in, resting my head against what would be his forehead if he weren't wearing it. "Don't hurt me," I say, looking deep into his eyes. "Don't be mad at me—I didn't do anything wrong." I wait for just a second, but he doesn't react. He says nothing, unmoving, and doesn't break eye contact.

I wrap my hands around the back of his head, and say softly, "I'll take what I want just because I can if you'll let me. It's poetry. This is me when I'm the most myself. Do you hate it?"

He's silent, staring for a moment more before breaking eye contact. A hand tightens around my throat.

"Don't!" I hiss through clenched teeth. "Don't hurt me. You're all I've got."

He pushes me off of him and stands, leaving me on the floor again.

"Crawl," he growls.

"What?"

He raises his foot and kicks me in the shoulder, knocking me flat onto the ground. "Get on all fours and crawl to the fucking bedroom."

"Stop fuckinghurtingme!"

Bone Saw takes out his knife. "Do it now, or I slice your boyfriends' initials off your chest."

I push up onto my hands and knees and do what he says, my cheeks burning red as I crawl to the bedroom. He follows closely behind me and when I cross the threshold, I hear him unbuckling his belt.

"Take off your clothes," he says. When I start to get up from the floor, he stops me. "I didn't say stand up, did I?"

I don't answer, reaching for the hemline of my shirt.

"That wasn't rhetorical, Teagan," he growls.

"No," I answer. "You didn't say stand up. Sorry."

"Master,"he says, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dick out.

"Sorry, Master."

On the floor beside the bed, I strip down to nothing, then crawl to where he stands watching me, stroking his hard dick in his hand.

"Is this what you want?" I ask.

I take over, pumping him from base to tip. He says nothing as I expect him to, and I stay there, stroking him, the head of his cock centimeters away from my lips until precum leaks from thetip. I lick it clean, running my tongue over the head, sucking and teasing him while I work him with my hand. I feel his hand in my hair and he thrusts past my lips until the head hits the back of my throat. Eyes watering, I adjust and then begin to suck, bobbing my head on his cock, licking the length of him until it hits that spot at the back of my throat. Then, I reach inside his pants, cupping his balls with my other hand.

"Harder," he groans.

I squeeze my legs together as I tighten my grip on his balls, massaging and squeezing them with one hand while his cock jumps in my other hand and mouth. Bone Saw growls, grinding into my face, and I moan around his dick. He's going to come, and I want it—every last drop of it in my mouth. I look up at him with watery eyes, hollowing my cheeks around him while working him faster.

"Fuck, Teagan," he rasps. "This is where you belong—on your fucking knees, beneath me." He grips each side of my head with his hands and pumps into my mouth while I choke, the inside of my thighs now soaked. "My very own little monster, my personal fucking whore."

I swallow around him as hot cum coats the back of my throat. And when he pulls his dick from my lips and takes a step back, I'm sure he's going to leave me here like this—wet and unsatisfied, humiliated.

"Stay," he orders like I'm an animal. My cheeks burn red again. But we're all just animals, right? That's what he said. And Luca always said I was a good girl.

He picks up his belt from the floor, and then slowly walks around me, stopping behind me. I brace myself for what I think will be an impact, but instead, he pulls my hands behind my back and wraps them in the belt, tightening it until it hurts. Then, I'm plunged further into darkness when he pulls something down over my head.

With a tight grip on my arm, he hauls me to my feet and pushes me onto my back on the bed.

"Ahh!" I cry out as the belt buckle grates painfully against my spine. I shift my weight, trying to get it in a more comfortable position, but there isn't one.

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