Page 49 of The Devil's Heir
"No, Sir—"
He cuts my words off by pushing his length into my mouth. "Take it all like the good whore you're going to be for me, pauper." He pushes in deeper until he hits the back of my throat and says, "That's it. Damn, no gag reflex? That's a shame. I want to make you cry for me."
The moment he entered my mouth, I relaxed my throat, just like Heath taught me, so I was able to take him initially. However, when he picks up speed and starts using more force, I can't keep up and he gets what he wants. Tears begin streaming down my face with each thrust.
"Ah, there they are—so fucking beautiful. Do you know you cry so prettily, pauper?"
I hum a response just so he won't get pissed, and he grins.
"Fuck, this mouth is so fucking sinful. I'm not going to last too long like this." He tears himself from my mouth, lifts and spins me around, and walks me over to the couch, where he proceeds to bend me over just like he said he would.
Jarek grabs the waistline of the leggings I'm wearing and yanks them down roughly, taking my panties with them. "Please, must you be so rough, Sir?"
A sting to my ass is all the response I get, or so I thought. It's not until he pushes his pulsing cock into me that he answers.
"I'll be as rough with you as I want to be. You will love everything I do to you, pauper—I can promise you that."
I try to at least get up on my hands, but he places his hand in the middle of my shoulder blades, pushing me down until my head is on the cushion. He doesn't need to tell me to stay because the moment he groans as he plants himself all the way inside me, I already know. He likes this position. My clit rubs against the rough fibers on the couch, making my breath hitch when I feel the tingle begin to elevate.
I must make little sounds because Jarek chuckles before saying, "You're more than welcome to come, pauper if you can get off by dry humping the sofa. Rub that clit back and forth while I fuck this pretty little pussy." He takes my hips and maneuvers us, so my clit does just that. "That's it. Be a dirty girl and fuck the arm of the sofa."
"Please, Sir…"
I'm not sure what I'm pleading for because this is embarrassing as hell, yet I feel my climax building the more he fucks me into the couch.
"Go ahead and beg me, pauper. It turns me on every time you do it. Tell me, though. Are you begging me to stop, or do you need me to fuck you harder?"
When I don't answer him, another sting streaks across my ass, and I cry out, "Harder, Sir!"
"And there she is—my good little whore."
Jarek fucks me like a madman about to serve a life sentence and never have sex again, but he does it so deliciously. He mumbles crude and depraved words as he pounds into me, and as for myself, I'm at the precipice, about to tumble over.
He surprises me and reaches down, plugging my nose and covering my mouth. His hot breath caresses my ear as he commands, "Fight for it, pauper. Fight for air and fight for the orgasm that's about to cripple every goddamn cell you have in your body—fight for it!" he growls out the last part as he slams into me repeatedly.
I start to struggle when I feel the burning in my lungs. Spots dance across my vision, and still, Jarek continues to fuck me as the friction between the couch and my clit builds to new heights. Just when I think I'm going to black out, everything happens at once. Jarek removes his hand as he roars with his explosion, and what feels like a bomb detonatingdeep inside my core has me squeezing his cock, and bucking back into him.
Jarek holds my hips down firmly as he continues pumping his seed into me. "Don't fucking move. Take it, Liliana—take it all!"
I turn my head into the cushions so the whole mansion doesn't hear me as my climax goes on for what seems like forever. I can barely catch my breath, never mind move, so when I feel Jarek pull out and then something being pushed back inside of me, I don't fight. I have no strength. Besides, I already know it's a plug.
"Keep it in for at least an hour, then you can remove it," Jarek states.
I can hear his belt jingle as he puts himself back together. I'm so ashamed of myself right now that I can't even look at him. It doesn't seem to bother him, though.
"How was your day, pauper?"
I blink when I hear the simple question, feeling the anger begin to form, but I keep it at bay and reply, "I met your aunt today." I pause when I hear it go silent behind me. "You may want to tell her she has no power over me because I won't have two of you telling me what to do. I do not answer to her…"
"And who is it that you do answer to?" he asks knowing fully well what my answer will be.
"I answer to you, Sir—only you."
"That's a good girl." He hums and drags a finger through my sopping-wet folds, bringing it up higher until it stops at my tight ring. "One of these days, pauper—I'm going to own this hole, too."
I whimper.
I don't want him to go there. I thought this was about procreating? There's no need for him to take me there, but that's a fight for another day.
