Page 11 of Beg for Death
Instead, I grabbed the back of his head and guided my cock into his mouth. The tip slipped between his thick, eager lips, and I shoved forward, groaning as I slid in deep. My hand fisted his soft hair, nails scraping across his scalp.
“Fuck yes,” I hissed. “Take it down deep, boy. Just like that. Swallow around it. Fuck yeah. At least that mouth is good for something.”
It was always how this went. Usually I killed, but it spiked me. I needed that come down, the release that I so desperately craved. My hips jutted forward. Felix gagged, his hands coming up to rest on my thighs, but he didn't push away. Clearly he had already learned that much. I jammed forward again and he cried out, his eyes watering.
“Yeah,” I moaned. “You gonna cry for me? Is that it? Cry for me, boy. Open those lips wider, that’s right. Damn, you feel so hot and wet around my dick.” I ground myself against his face until he came up for air, choking and gasping, a few tears streaming down his face. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked. “I know it does. I mean, look at you.” I waved a hand to his shorts. “You’re already soaking wet and hard.”
Felix took me down the back of his throat again as I pushed him down. He cried out, his eyes rolling as his lids fluttered. I caught the way his hand wandered down to his cock.
“Don’t fucking do it, stupid,” I growled. “You’re not here for pleasure. Your only job is to make sure my dick feels good!” I grunted. “Right there. Hold that pretty face right there,” I ordered as I grabbed his chin and the top of his head. I usedhim like a human fleshlight. Every suck, every whine, every whimper? Delicious.
“Fuck, fuck,” I panted as I yanked my dick free and started jerking it. I wanted to see his face painted in my cum. Wanting him to bathe in it. “Stick out your tongue. You want me to go get whatever bullshit you need, right?" I asked.
Felix nodded. “Y-yes, sir.”
“Then open your fucking mouth and stick out your tongue.”
The strangled sound that left his lips was music. I jerked myself harder, faster. He whimpered, the sound going straight to my dick.
“Beg for my cum,” I ordered. “Make me believe it and I’ll get what you need tonight.”
Felix’s eyes were big, pupils blown wide. “Please, please cum in my mouth,” he begged. “I want it.” He whimpered again, deeper this time. “Please cum in my mouth, Daddy.”
I paused for a moment. A second ago, I was just enjoying making him say things, knowing he didn’t mean it. But the way he said daddy? That shit felt real. My stomach clenched. I growled, yanked his head back and slammed my cock into his mouth. As it rammed down his throat, I fucked him harder and faster until I ended up shooting down his throat, unable to help myself.
Panting, I pulled out. My cum dribbled from his lips. Felix looked shocked and unsure. And then I watched as he swallowed my huge ass load with tears in his eyes.
Hot.
I quickly dispelled the thought. Grunting, I shoved my dick back into my jeans and looked at the state of the room. Finally, I cracked my neck, reached down, and grabbed Everettt’s collar.I gave Felix a glance. His face was red, and the word daddy was still hanging between us.
“Go in the room, shower, and sit on the bed,” I ordered. “When I come back, you tell me what you need, and I’ll get it. And Felix?” I asked as he started to scramble away. “This is the one and only time I’m doing you a favor.”
I turned from him and stalked toward the backdoor off the kitchen. As I dragged Everett to the underbrush and heavy trees, I looked at him one last time. Felix was already heading toward the shower, obedient as always.
My jaw tightened. I had just agreed to run an errand for a prisoner like this was normal. What the hell was wrong with me?
Chapter Six
Felix
The taste of my captor filled every inch of my tongue. His musky scent that was both alluring and dangerous was all I could smell. My throat was hot from his cum sliding down. I was hard and I wanted so badly to stroke my dick. I didn't even need long. I was ready to cum. Every nerve ending in my body was lit up like a bomb.
It's wrong.
I knew that, but the way he'd fucked my face like he owned me, like I was desired, burned through every single brain cell. His eyes had held that crazed look like a man starved. And it had been aimed all at me.
My heart raced while my head felt too light on my shoulders. I wanted him to do so much more to me. I was more than willing. The touch of another person was heady but the desire for the ecstasy that came from him was addictive. I licked my lips as if chasing more of his taste. Fear, pain, and pleasure was a mixture that had my toes curling.
I absentmindedly turned the shower on, twisting the knob to the right spot. It was sometimes the only warmth I really got. Istripped my clothes off, my shirt fell to the ground and I paused at the sight of red droplets on the light blue shirt. An eternity passed before I shoved my pants down without my captor around, I pushed my shorts down the chain. He’d take it off at some point. My breath hitched at the sight of more red spots. They were on my hands as well, less spots and more streaks.
Dread seeped into my veins as I froze in place.
What?
My brain refused to connect the dots as I twisted my hands over. It wasn't until I looked up in the mirror above the sink that everything clicked. My reflection stared back at me in horror. My cheeks were a deep red, my lips glossy, and my pupils blown. Blood was splattered over my face, the crimson colored spots standing out even more on my vitiligo spots. There were even some in my hair.
"What did I do?" I choked out.
