Page 90 of Skin In the Game (The BlackWater)

She gasped, feeling the pain. It felt more intense than the last time. Harder, sharper somehow. She glanced down and frowned. These looked different. They were different she realised and she looked up at him.

“These won’t vibrate. There’s nothing but pain with these.” Cole said and she swallowed knowing it was true. There was no wires this time, nothing but the metal digging hard into her nipples and shooting pain each time she took a breath.

He watched her for a moment and then he undid his trousers. She saw the movement and wondered how he was going to fuck her. He wanted to punish her so she knew it was going to be aggressive but he was always aggressive so she wondered how he was going to make this more so.

“Open your mouth.” He said and she narrowed her eyes looking at him.

She looked down, seeing his dick hard and waiting and she realised what he was going to do then. She’d never sucked him off, he’d never made any moves to let her and now she knew why. He used it as punishment, this was his way of keeping control.

“Accept your punishment Maddie. Open. Your. Mouth.” He ordered.

She looked back at him and opened her mouth just a bit, just enough to be compliant.

“Lick it. Slowly.” He said.

She did as she was told, leaning forward slightly and then she gasped as the movement sent a surge of pain through her nipples. He gave her a hard look and she glared back despite how much it was secretly turning her on.

She ran her tongue along one side and he didn’t react. She did it again along the other and again he didn’t react. It was like he was trying to prove a point she thought, trying to show that this wasn’t about sex, that this was about dominance. She wanted him to react she realised. She wanted him to be groaning, to be enjoying her mouth against him the way she enjoyed his against her pussy.

She realised in that moment what she needed to do, to beat him, to keep some control. She was going to lick him, she was going to suck him so much, give him the best god damn blow job of his life and turn what he thought was a punishment into something totally different.

She wrapped her tongue around him, slowly, lightly. She wanted to tease him, to make him want her more. She caressed his shaft, caressed the tip, flicking her tongue against him and Cole fought hard then not to groan.

She was into this he could see it. She was god damn loving it and if anything that infuriated him more because he wanted it to be about dominance, about control. He wanted her to understand that he was in charge but here she was asserting herself again,

He shook his head and grabbing her hair to yank her away and she frowned. He grabbed her face, holding her mouth one handed. He was going to control it, control every movement, every touch, every second of it.

She gasped feeling how tight he held her and as she breathed in hard the sharp pain shot through her nipples even more.

“Does that hurt?” He asked seeing her wince.

“Yes.” She said.

“Good.” He said before starting to circle her lips with the end of his dick. She opened her mouth more, staring up at him, her eyes locking with his and he could see even then that this was turning her on.

God she was infuriating he thought and he looked back down, back at his dick and plunged it into her mouth. He was going to show her, he thought, he was going to literally wipe that smile off her face. He kept his grip on her jaw, held her firm and started thrusting.

She groaned, feeling him sliding across her tongue, feeling him ramming into her mouth and tasting the hint of his precum. Fuck this was hot, she thought and then mentally slapped herself because she was turning into a complete slut, a complete whore for this man. Who even was she, she thought, because the old Maddie would never have let someone dominate her like this but with Cole it felt different, so different. So fucking good.

She groaned again and he felt it reverberating along his dick. She was still enjoying it, still loving it, he could tell. He thrust harder, more aggressively, and she groaned more. Fuck, he thought, this girl was going to drive him mad. He thrust harder still and she felt him ram right into the back of her throat and she choked pulling away hard from his grasp and trying to ignore the searing pain she got from her nipples.

“Did I tell you to stop?” He asked, seeing the momentary weakness and enjoying it.

She shook her head. Her mouth was shut. He tilted his head, his face full of expectation and she opened her mouth once more.

“Better.” He said and he thrust again.

Her tongue caressed him, teased him as he slipped in and out and though he held her jaw, though he controlled the movement he couldn’t stop it, he didn’t want to stop it. He was close then he knew it. He thrust harder, ramming into her again and she fought the intense gagging that came with every thrust.

“When I cum you’re not to swallow it.” He ordered and she looked up at him confused. “Keep it in your mouth. Hold it.”

She nodded slightly showing she understood and he grinned before thrusting harder again. This would be his moment, right here, right here he was going to show her who truly was in control, who truly was dominant.

He thrust, feeling himself cum, feeling himself releasing into her mouth and he clenched his hand around her jaw groaning.

He pulled out watching, checking that she hadn’t swallowed.

She stayed still, trying not to breathe, trying not to move because of the clamps, his cum warm and salty and covering her tongue. It was hard not to swallow. Hard not to just do it but she forced herself to focus. Forced herself to be obedient. This is what he wanted and she was going to give him this.

He did his trousers back up and walked away, picking up his glass of wine and sipping it as he stared at her. He was going to leave her like this she realised, leave her knelt like his god damn slave, with her mouth full of his cum. She felt her jaw drop slightly in shock and a little of it dribbled out. She shut her mouth quickly and went to wipe it away.

“Leave it. I want to see it dripping down.” He said and she glared at him. This was his moment, she knew it, this was how he was proving his point. She titled her chin up slightly whimpering at the pain from her nipples but looking defiant. Feeling defiant. If he wanted to see it dripping down her then fine, she was going to make it the best god damn view of his life.

He smirked watching her, enjoying his wine almost as much as the view. He took his time finishing the glass, watching as the drip traced down from her lips slowly.

And then he put the glass down and walked back to her.

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