Page 12 of Asphyxia
“So are you going to tell me who you’re fucking, or are you taking that to the grave?” Dean started with a wicked grin.
I knew he would be overly curious to know who I was sleeping with, especially after I admitted that feelings were getting involved, but I wasn’t sure if now would be the right time to tell him that it was Madison.
I pulled two beers from the fridge and popped the caps off as I approached the back of the couch where Dean was comfortably seated facing the TV.
“You’ll know soon enough. I need to figure a few things out with her before I say anything more.”
“Not like you to keep your flavor of the week—or month—a secret.” He pointed out as I handed him the bottle and skirted around to take my seat next to him on the sofa.
“Try months, with an s, and as I said earlier today, she’s—”
“Yeah, yeah, she’sdifferent, and you’re catchingfeelings.” Dean mocked, rolling his eyes as he drank his beer. “It’s strange to see you contemplating actually having something more than just a woman to come on your dick and leave.”
“As I said, there’s just something about her.” I shrugged, staring at the Call of Duty multiplayer lobby, which acted more like a screensaver on our TV.
“I need that…” Dean sighed after a few minutes of silence, and I arched my brow at him. “A woman who drives me to be better instead of pointing out all my flaws and issues, making me feel as though I’ll never be good enough.” He stared down at the bottle that rested on his thigh.
I could see him internally struggling to move on from Amber. Even after a week, he still couldn’t find the strength to let her go.
I tried my hardest to cheer him up and keep his mind from going dark and twisty, but I could only do so much.
Here was my best friend spiraling into a state of depression because of a girl, and here I was, swooning over a woman I couldn’t have just yet.
What did I know about grief? Who was I to tell Dean what he did and didn’t need?
Chapter 7
Madison
Ifoundmyselfbentover Adrian’s desk for the third time today with my hands tied behind my back and face buried in the stack of papers he had been working on before he felt as though I needed anattitude adjustment—or at least that was what he was calling it now.
Any time I didn’t fit the mold he was pounding me into, this was my punishment—fucking me into submission—and today I was all sorts of disobedient.
I purposely wanted to push my limits with Adrian, to see precisely how far I could go before he decided I wasn’t worth the effort and just killed me instead. A dark thought that crossed my mind more times than I’d like to admit.
His hand wrapped in my long hair before he pulled, yanking my head as far back as it would go without snapping my neck like a twig.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Was he worth it?” He hissed besidemy ear with sheer malice, his fist twisting tighter until it felt as if my strands were coming out from the root.
“Fuck… you… Adrian.” I seethed through my heavy pants, not giving him an inch.
My cunt had already been fucked raw, so there wasn’t anything left to take from me at this point. I had been in so much pain that I turned numb.
Adrian wouldn’t let me come for over a week, and I had grown fed up with his sick form of torture, so instead of begging him to let me come like he always wanted, I went out and found someone who would—multiple times at that, and Adrian wasn’t too fond of my willingness to find release elsewhere—to come around a cock that wasn’t his.
“Gladly.” Adrian roughly ripped me from his desk, papers flying across the room as he forced me down onto my knees before him. Tears were already threatening to flood my eyes, but I wasn’t ready to give in to him just yet. “But seeing as your greedy cunt has already had its fill for the day, I’ll fuck your mouth instead.” He tilted my head back at an angle before lining his already hard cock up with my lips. “Open wide, Madison. Let me see that pretty little throat of mine.”
His.That was all I was to him—his fucking property. Adrian didn’t share his things, and I was no exception; if only he satisfied me instead of leaving me dangling off the edge of a climax-cliff day after day.
Adrian harshly filled my mouth; his tightening grip was my only warning not to bite down. He knew I wanted to, and that was what made this even more gratifying to him—knowingthat no matter what, I was still just his little cum slut, taking whatever he was giving me.
I gagged as he pounded the back of my throat, shoving himself as far down as he could before pulling back completely, a mix of pre-cum and drool coating my chin. I didn’t need a mirror to see just how much of a dirty whore I looked in my current state.
A few more deep thrusts and Adrian had released himself down the back of my throat, filling it with his white-hot rage before pulling out and letting the rest fall to my chest.
I whimpered as I choked on his cum, swallowing so I could breathe easier, my head hanging in shameful defeat as I felt the urge to vomit the contents of my stomach on the floor.
Adrian gripped my slimy and sticky chin, angling it to face him as he crouched in front of me. My watery eyes met his, and I could feel them burning with my deep-seated hatred for him.
