Page 23 of Cruel Love
He hummed before taking another mouthful of whiskey.“Guess I’llhave to keep fucking you then, Mouse. Let’s hope you have better luck next month.”He smirked maliciously, sending a shudder down my spine.“On your knees, Willow. Crawl to me.”
Hesitantly, I lowered myself to my knees, obeying him as I crawledacross the room, reminding myself that to make my life easier, I just needed to keep him happy. His eyes tracked me as I moved closer. The collar around my throatseemed to burn into my flesh, reminding me that it was there, and I was nothing but his pet.
When I was halfway to him, he unbuckled his pants, shifting in theseat so he could pull out his hard length.
“Let’s see if your skills have improved, Mouse. Suck my cock.”
Trying to remember what I’d learned in the books I’d studied, Icrawled the rest of the way to him, sitting up on my knees when I reached him, and finding the tip of his cock glistening. Despite hating James, I was determined to please him if it meant hewouldn’t be rough with me the way he was before, and I had to hope that if I pleased him, then he would reward me for my good behavior.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft, I lowered my headand licked the tip of his cock, the pre-cum tasting salty on my tongue. James hissed, his hands tightening on the arms of the chair, his whiskey now abandoned on the table.
Pulling up images I’d seen in the books to the front of my mind, I swirled my tongue around the head, making sure my grip around his base was firm. I parted my lips, and lowered my head, taking his swollen crown into my mouth, while bringing my hand halfway up his cock until it met my mouth.
A growl of appreciation rumbled from James’ chest, one of his handslanding on the back of my head where his fingers tangled into my wet hair. I braced myself, preparing for James to take control and start roughlyfucking my throat, but he didn’t.
Instead, he allowed me to slowly slide up his length, before taking him to the back of my throat again. I repeated the action several times, teasing him with a flick of my tongue on his tip each time I moved my mouth to the top of his cock, just like the books had instructed.
“Christ, Mouse. Either you’ve studied those books from cover tocover, or you’ve been practicing on one of my men,”he cursed, his fingers tightening.
I popped off his length, panic rushing through me.“No, Mr. Carter.I…I haven’t seen anyone besides Edith. I read the books because I wanted to please you.”
He held my gaze as if he were silently assessing if I was beingtruthful. When he nodded once, I lowered myself again, taking him deeper into my throat, and stopping just before he hit my gag reflex.
A wave of pride flooded me when I looked up at him from under mylashes. His head had fallen back, and a look of pure ecstasy had washed over his face.Hope bloomed in my chest that he really would reward me, and I wasall the more determined to please him, excitement building in me that I was going to be rewarded.
As I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft, swirling it around the tipand over his slit, a strange throbbing began between my legs. It was a throbbing I’d felt before but had never dared to do anything about.
Surely, this wasn’t turning me on?
Horror creeped in at the realization that my core was growing damperthe more I licked and sucked James’ cock, not helped by the small needy groans he was eliciting. I subtly squeezed my thighs together to try and stop whatever wasbuilding inside me. My traitorous body had clearly not got the memo that I didn’t want to do this. Him making me do it wasnota reason to get turned on.
James’ other hand landed on my head, both hands now gripping myhair as he guided me up and down his length at a pace he wanted. He wasn’t as rough as the last time, but the more I bobbed my head up and down, the faster his hips began thrusting up in desperation for more.
“Fuck, Mouse. You really have been a good little whore, learning howto take my cock down your throat to please me,”he panted, his thighs tensing.
Tears began streaking down my cheeks as he wrapped my hairpainfully around his knuckles so he could hold me in place and fuck my mouth.
“I’m gonna come down your throat, Mouse. It’ll be your reward forpleasing me,”James grunted.“For being such a good girl, I’m going to feed you my come, and you’re going to swallow every damn drop.”
Disappointment crashed through me. I’d hoped my reward would besomething I wanted, like my journals, or to go outside, not swallowing James’ semen.
I should have known not to get my hopes up.
“Fuck, Willow, I’m coming,”James said, holding my head still as hethrust one more time.
Warm, thick liquid hitting the back of my throat took me by surprise,and I began choking on his come. Quickly composing myself so I wouldn’t disappoint James, I swallowed his release down, licking my lips to make sure I got every last drop.
Surprisingly, he didn’t taste terrible.
James pulled out of my mouth, his cock still semi-hard as he stareddown at me, satisfaction shining in his eyes. He reached forward, making me flinch when his hand came out to swipe the saliva that had gathered on my chin before he sucked his thumb into his mouth.
“Good little student, aren’t you, Mouse?”he said, standing.
He didn’t tuck himself back into his pants, instead offering me hishand. Reluctantly, I placed my hand in his as he helped me to my feet, stunned by his act of kindness.
Of course, that was short-lived.
“I’m not finished with you yet,”he whispered, his eyes lighting up withmalice as he dropped my hand.“Turn around.”
