Page 44 of Justyce
Standing up slowly, because I know from experience if I get up too quick I’ll fall on my ass from dizziness, my legs move in slow motion toward the four-post bed. I’m so pissed off that I don’t even appreciate the intricate designs on the posts or the beauty of the bed. Fucking Justyce.
I sit on the bed awkwardly then find those tormented stormy hues that have haunted me since I was a teenager. I want to ask what happened to him after he made me leave, how he made what I saw disappear, but I don’t ask any of those questions. Instead, within me the viper is fierce and lashes out and the fight I thought was snuffed out comes back tenfold. All the rage, shame, confusion, embarrassment and lust buckets down at me like torrential rain and I snap.
Bolting upright, I point at him, seething. I need him to know that I won’t comply and be his subservient little whore.
“You’re a fucking coward, Justyce! Hiding behind daddy’s legacy. I don’t care what or who you think you are. To me you’re that same eighteen year old I once knew. That smirk on your face back then didn’t conceal the evil pumping through your veins or the blood coating your hands. You used fear tactics to drive me out and it fucking worked, didn’t it!” I scream at him, panting and feeling the mania thrumming inside of me like a damn pagan drum. He’s standing still, looking like a statue, but I don’t miss how tense he is or the twitch in his jaw. I need him to hurt like he did me.
“But that night you demanded I leave, threatening me like you did, it was never about me, it was about you. You were scared back then and you still fucking are to this day!”
I finish on a squeal because he moves quickly toward me, barely allowing a moment to react before his fist wraps around my hair and he’s pushing me to my knees. I wince as they crack against the hard floor. But my eyes never vacillate, they stay focused on his brooding pair.
“Open that fucking mouth of yours, Dark One.”
“No fucking way!”
Justyce rips at my hair, cranking my head back to the point I feel like my neck will snap. “We can do this my way or the hard way, your choice. I’m sure you’re dying to see what I have in that padlocked box?” he jeers.
Closing my eyes and gritting my teeth, I attempt to assuage the raging fury and fear bubbling up and threatening to rupture every cell in my body at the mention of the box. The fucked up thing is it intrigues me, and that alone scares the fuck out of me.
When I open my eyes to see a grinning Justyce, he knows he’s won. Shooting daggers at him, my mouth falls open. Maybe I can bite his cock off. The thought makes me smile a little when I imagine the agony I could inflict on this asshole.
“That’s better. Undo my belt, and don’t even think of biting my dick, Kenzi.” The intonation in his voice has a don’t-screw-with-me vibe, but it’s also filled with authority and a dose of lechery. I’m in a fuck load of trouble.
I bring my shaky hands to his belt and unfasted the thick leather straps then pop the button. Nervousness and anticipation bleeds through me, simmering under my skin like an annoying sibling. I’ve imagined this exact scene more times than I care to admit.
His hardness pushes against the placket of his jeans, sending an SOS straight to my core. I draw the silver zipper down and it echoes around us. This is it, this is the part where I pull Justyce’s cock from his pants and place my mouth around him.
Giddiness erupts over me, and I’m seriously considering having my head read if I ever get out of here, because I feel like a bipolar crack whore with my erratic moods and thoughts.
Justyce widens his stance, breaking me from my inner ruminations. Yanking on the belt loops, I pull down on his jeans and his cock springs to life . My eyes go wide.
Holy fucking shit balls. How the hell am I going to fit that in my mouth! His laughter snaps me out of the unsettling feeling coursing through my mind. Risking a glance up at him, I see his wide and knowing smile before my eyes dip back down to the one eyed monster in front of me. I have to assume he’s use to this kind of reaction with his cock being this big. I swear he has to be close to ten inches.
Leisurely he toes out of his jeans, then says, “Up here, Kenzi. I need to see those come fuck me eyes as I fuck that delectable hot mouth of yours.”
Arousal hisses throughout my body and starts a fire in the bit of my stomach, causing my pussy to tingle at his words. I peer up under heavy lids, aiming for the seductive blow job look and I’m unsure if I’ve pulled it off until Justyce groans.
I war with the smile trying to peek out because I don’t want him to know that I still see him, that I still know him regardless of the eleven years that has separated us. I’m still angry with him but I’m also turned on. What kind of fucked up karma is this?
“Hands behind your back, tongue out over your bottom lip and remember to breathe through your nose.”
An argument sits on the tip of my tongue but it’s trampled on by my overriding lust. It’s been one of my fantasies to have my mouth fucked, and I’ve c watched enough porn to know it turns me on.
Drawing my hands behind my back, I obey his instructions. My scalp tingles from his grip and it doesn’t lessen when he spits down on his cock and lubricates it from base to tip. I have a hard time keeping my focus on his eyes when I see the muscles rippling in his bicep from the corner of my eye as he strokes his cock. Watching Justyce is like having my very own spank bank playing on repeat.
I’m embarrassed to admit how wet I am, and he hasn’t even done anything sexual to me yet. The sticky wetness pools at my core and coats the top part of my inner thighs. I try to keep a passive face because the last thing he needs is more ammunition for that cockiness of his.
Justyce chews on his bottom lip while working himself and it’s slowly driving me insane. A grin tugs at his lips then he stills and brings his cock to my mouth. The smell of him envelops me. I need to taste him. I stay still and wait for him like I’m a god damn blowup doll, but he doesn’t ram his cock in my mouth. No, he traces it around my lips then cheeks and lets the humiliation wash over me.
I peer up and meet his darkened gaze. The lechery overflowing into his black pools are like a siren calling her prey from the shore. His jaw is tight and his body is rigid.
It’s brief, but I see something flicker through his eyes before he growls and rams his cock into my mouth without warning. My gag reflexes kick in and I choke. Tears run down my face instantly from the force of his cock sliding in and out, but I take it all. I won’t be defeated.
Abasement surges within and depravity blooms in my bones with my core dripping. This whole humiliation and arousal feeling is fucking new to me and I’m afraid to admit that I kind of like it.
“You’ll never know how many times I’ve dreamed of you on your knees while I fuck that sinful, filthy mouth. And fuck me it’s better than I could have ever imagined,” Justyce’s voice comes out hoarse and sounds like he has gravel in his throat. He looks manic, sexy, but definitely unrestrained.
“Those electric blues have haunted me for eleven years, eleven fucking years!”
