by Marni Mann
“Tell me the truth.”
He kept my hips still, making sure I stayed right where he wanted me, taking me to the place he knew I couldn’t return from. There was so much pleasure in everything he was doing—how his exhales warmed my nipples, how the friction caused every nerve to ignite the most erotic pleasure, even how tightly he was gripping me.
“Tell me.”
I shimmied my arms out from under him and clamped my hands around his shoulders, my nails finding their way into his skin.
“Your body is telling me so much.” He kissed all the way up my neck. After each brush of his lips, he nipped the skin with his teeth. “Now, give me your voice, Kyle.”
Just as he reached my face, our eyes connecting, he rocked his hips back and thrust them forward.
“Oh my God!” I screamed. I didn’t have a chance to recover. I didn’t even have a chance to take a breath before he lifted me off the ground and held me against the wall.
His hands were on my ass, his fingers stabbing my flesh. “That wasn’t the answer I wanted.”
“I…”
“Tell me.”
With each pump, my back crashed into the wall, and my head rubbed against the cold concrete. I was squeezing my legs around his waist, but I didn’t need to. Garin wasn’t letting me go. He wasn’t going to let me drop. He was dominating my body with his weight, his power, his cock, and I could do nothing but lie against this wall and enjoy it.
“Tell me.”
He kept his eyes on me and leaned his head down, so his mouth could flick my nipple. He abused it with just the tip of his tongue until it turned painfully hard. Four, five, six pumps of his dick before he moved to the other nipple. They were achingly desperate to be sucked.
“Garin…”
He looked up at me through his lashes, his teeth hovering around the center of my breast. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. “Tell me.”
“Suck it. Please.”
His tongue licked just the edge.
“More, Garin. Give me more.”
Small pumps in and out of my pussy were all he was giving me. It teased me almost as much as his mouth.
“More,” I begged again.
An untamed glare crossed his eyes, and his lips closed around my nipple, his teeth biting down just enough that I shouted out. He let my scream simmer in the air before he quickly soothed out the pain with the swish of his tongue. Then, he did it again.
And again.
“Oh!” I bellowed from the new sensation that throbbed through me.
A foreign sensation.
While his hand was cupping my ass, one of his fingers was caressing it. Not the cheeks but between them, dangerously close to the hole. And then he was there, at the rim, dancing around it, putting pressure on that forbidden entrance, tickling his way into it. It was unexpected. And unexpectedly arousing.
“You like it.”
“Mmm,” I moaned.
He slowly twisted his finger, which already felt quite wet, until half of it was inside me. I sucked in a deep breath and held it, anticipating a bit of pain. There was no reason to; it didn’t hurt. It didn’t burn. It only heightened my cravings.
“You want more.”
He wasn’t asking, and my voice didn’t need to give him an answer, but I still gave him one. “Yes.”
He slid his dick all the way in, and his hips stilled. The only part of him that moved was his finger. It dipped in as far as his knuckle and back. “When I’m inside your ass, your cunt milks my cock. Without even stroking you, it’s squeezing the fuck out of me.” He groaned against my lips, and it was the most sensual sound I’d ever heard. “I’m the first person to touch you here, aren’t I?”
“Yes.”
“I should have been the first man inside your pussy, too.”
I didn’t disagree.
“Your pussy shouldn’t know the feeling of any cock, other than mine,” he growled.
I found his possessiveness to be extremely sexy because, in my mind, I had been his for most of my life.
Had things just gone differently…
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Kyle.”
“Ah,” I hissed as he gave me his whole finger.
“This little tight hole is going to spread just wide enough to let my cock in, and I’m going to take it, just like I should have taken your cunt.”
His finger was sliding in and out, moving much faster than before. With this new speed came more power. Fullness. A bursting of sensations that drove me toward the build. And then, unexpectedly, he pulled his finger out, my ass clenching from the void, a feeling I didn’t like nearly as much.
“Why did you stop?”
The smirk on his face looked so delicious that I wanted to lick it off.
“You miss it already?”
I nodded.
“I knew you’d like it when I touched your ass, but I didn’t think you’d warm to it that fast.”
He rocked his hips back, reminding me that he wasn’t done with my pussy, and drove inside it again. “Tell me.” The tip of his finger found its way to my ass. “Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want, Kyle.”
“Anything?”
His mouth pressed against mine. I could taste the freshness of his breath. I wanted to suck it into my mouth and swish it around my gums and over my tongue and hold it inside me forever.
“But I want…” My voice died out as he teased the rim of my ass, my whole body shivering.
“You want more than you already have?”
“I’m in a cell.”
“You’re in a cell…with me.”
You.
“You,” I whispered. “I want you.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He surrounded my lips as his dick plunged in and out of my wetness, his tongue moving in the same speed as his finger, which was now inside me again. I didn’t know how many pumps it took. I didn’t know if I was screaming or moaning or if there was any breath left in my body.
But I’d lost all sense of reality.
All that was left was pleasure. And it was building in more than one spot.
“Fuck, you just became so tight.”
He used more of his weight to hold me against the wall, freeing up his other hand, so he could move it to my clit. He didn’t rub it. He pinched it between his fingers, and it was the burst that sent me over the edge.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” he growled. “Come right on me. Let me feel it.”
My pussy was clenching his dick, my ass was contracting around his finger, and I was sucking on the end of his tongue while my entire body shuddered. As the spasms inside me came to a staggering peak, I felt a change in his movements. They were sharp, dominant. He bit down on my lip, his hips stilling, before he gave me one last stroke. Then, slowly, warm jets of cum filled me.
I clung to him, still panting, and he moved me to the floor, covering me with a blanket, while he knelt next to me.
Before he spoke, he brushed the hair off my face. “I’m going to wash you, but you need to know something first.” He grabbed my wrist, stopping me as I tried to reach out to him. “When I ask you something, I expect an answer. The only thing we have inside this cell is words, Kyle. Don’t hold them back from me.”
I suddenly felt extremely childish. But my reasoning at the time hadn’t been; it was probably one of the maturer decisions I’d ever made. I feared that, at some point, I would have to tell him the truth, and I knew it would destroy anything we had built in here. I was protecting him, his feelings. His heart.
“Get out of your head.”
Breathe, Kyle.
“But—”
“We’re here. Right now. Think about right now. Not then. Not tomorrow. Now.”
Now, I loved him.
Now, I wanted him to love me.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“In the end, I got what I wanted.” His hand dipped under the blanket, clasping my clit
between his fingers.
I gasped from how sensitive it was.
“This told me everything I wanted to hear.”
His hand dipped lower, urging the cum to drip out of me. As it did, I felt him cup his fingers and lift them out of the blanket.
“I need you to make me a promise.”
“Anything,” I said.
Did I mean that?
He lifted his fingers to my lips. The tips were wet, his thick, milky cum coating each one. He rubbed them over my mouth, spreading a thin layer across it. Then, he plunged them onto my tongue. “Suck.”
I did as I was told, licking each side and over his nails. He slid them further in until his fingertips were hitting the back of my throat. If I tried to swallow, if I moved my tongue, I would gag. I didn’t want that. I wanted to take whatever he was willing to give me. So, I breathed through my nose and tried to relax my throat as I studied his face. The face that made everything all right…even though his fingers were threatening to upset the bile in my stomach.
“Don’t ever tell me that my cock is for entertainment. Do you understand?”
I couldn’t nod. I couldn’t speak.
“Answer me, Kyle.”
I held my breath and muffled out a response, mentally coaxing my throat to relax again, to put my mind in a space where I wasn’t on the verge of gagging.
“I know you’re scared,” he said, my answer obviously pleasing him. “I know you want the reason we’re in here. I know you’re trying to picture your life past this cell and see how it all fits together. I’m trying to do that, too. But, right now, it’s just us. And there’s no then; there’s only now. Focus on that.”
In one swift movement, his fingers were out. While I sucked in a gasp of air, trying to find that calm again, his hand moved to my chest. He gently traced shapes over my sensitive skin. There was no pain, no roughness. No dominance. This was all pleasure and goose bumps.
“Garin—”
“I’m not done.”
He slowly traced down to my clit. This was different than just moments before when he had clamped it between his fingers. This was a rubbing, circling at the very top, that caused my back to arch, my stomach to quiver.
He knew my body better than I did.
“If I tell you I want you, that means I only want you. I won’t touch anyone else. If I ask for your body, I expect you to give it to me. Your throat, your pussy, your fucking ass…all of it. If I tell you to never lie to me, I expect only the truth to come from your lips. You’ll only hear the truth come from mine.”
Maybe honesty was easy for him, but it wasn’t for me, not when I had this lie weighing on me. Not when I was the reason we were in here in the first place.
He’d said so much. But they were just words. Not promises.
“You haven’t told me, Garin.”
“You want to hear it?”
There would be no coming back from this. Once he gave me his answer, I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t rewind. This would be us—the new us.
Why was I so torn? This was what I’d wanted since the moment all those years ago when I realized Garin was more than just a friend. There would be regret either way. But he had told me to focus on now.
Now, this was what I wanted.
I nodded.
“You want me to make those promises to you? Tell you I only want you? Tell you I’ll never lie to you? Never hurt you? Then, I’m going to need your voice, Kyle.” He took my hand and placed it on his erection. It felt painfully hard. His breathing hitched as I ran my fingers over the length of it. “Say it, so I can fuck you again.”
My thumb ran over the wide crown and the hole right in the middle of the tip. A small bead of pre-cum leaked out. I wanted to taste it. I wanted more of the cum he had fed me earlier.
I scooped up the bead and sucked it off my thumb. He needed to know that I would drink it even if he hadn’t forced me to.
As his gaze deepened, watching me swirl my tongue around my nail, the desire between us grew. I had felt his need. Now, I tasted it.
Now, I needed more.
“You’re hungry?”
“Yes,” I mumbled with my thumb still in my mouth.
“You want me to feed you.”
I nodded, and his stare turned ravenous.
“Now. Please.”
“Why should I feed you, Kyle?”
Even though the answer was so obvious and I was sure he already knew, he was making me say it. I owed him that. At least this part was truthful.
I lifted his hand off my pussy and placed it on my chest. My heart was pounding so hard that I needed the pressure, so it wouldn’t tear through. “I want you to promise because…I’m promising you. I only want you. I won’t touch anyone else. My body is yours. All of it.”
I couldn’t promise the last part. There were lies.
Maybe there would always be lies.
Just as I worried he had picked up on it, he moved on top of me. And, just as I thought he was going to bring it up, he plunged his dick straight into me.
Seventeen
Kyle
“Wake. The. Fuck. Up.” Following each of Breath’s syllables was a lick across the outer edge of my ear.
The odor from his mouth was enough to wake me up. Definitely enough to pop my eyelids open. Undoubtedly enough to cause my entire body to shake. His tongue was sharp and putrid. It felt like a razor slicing my earring hole through the bottom of my lobe. When I tried to move away from him, his palm drove into my cheek, which slammed the back of my head into whatever was behind it.
I tried lifting my hands. I tried kicking my legs.
I was tied up.
Again.
“Have you missed me, Kyle?”
Through the pitch-black that surrounded me, I saw stars. Sparkling little bursts of silver from hitting my head so hard. Then, there was the drip, drip, drip of my wet hair onto my naked back. The soaked strands clung to my cheeks and lashes. Every time I blinked, it felt like sand was scratching across my eyes. With my hands tied behind my back, I couldn’t pull the hairs out of them. I couldn’t rub them to make them feel better. I couldn’t even shake my head with his hand gripping my throat.
He’d taken my clothes off again. He’d bathed me.
“I’m just going to use you as a landing pad for my cum.”
My stomach churned as I thought about what else might be on my skin.
“No,” I finally said. “I haven’t—ow!”
Something clamped down on my nipple. It wasn’t sexual, like Garin’s fingers, or titillating, like his teeth. This was spiked like a barbed wire, and the points were piercing my skin.
“Why are you hurting me?” I cried.
“Wrong question.”
“What—”
He slapped my face so hard that my front teeth bit through the end of my tongue, and my mouth filled with blood. The copper taste didn’t mix well with my stomach, and I gagged. It was just enough of a heave to stir the acid in my stomach, and as it rose to my throat, he pushed my face to the side, so it wouldn’t get on him.
The heartless fucker didn’t even give me a break while I purged. He slapped the back of my head, like it would make the vomit come out faster.
“I’m done!” I yelled, my stomach empty, the back of my throat feeling as though he were holding a butane lighter to it. I licked the wetness off my lips and spit it out.
“I should make you swallow that.”
I wouldn’t taste it. My throat burned too badly, the fire masking all the flavors that were in my mouth.
He clasped something around my throat. It was as cold as ice, and it felt as though it had teeth, taking small little bites of my skin.
“Do you want me to make you swallow it? Scoop up everything you just puked on my floor and shove it down your fucking throat?”
I wasn’t sure I could give him an answer. Whatever was around my neck was squeezing tighter, wringing all the air out. Biting. Pinching.
Freezing me
to death.
“Puta, do you want me to make you—”
“No!”
He laughed.
The sound made me never want to laugh again.
“It’s time.”
There was no warning. No flash of movement. Just his breath swishing through the air, past my face, and suddenly, I was in the air. He’d lifted the chair by the legs—this one obviously not bolted to the ground, like the other one had been—and as he roared, he threw me. I couldn’t scream, the vise on my throat was too tight. I couldn’t reach out to stop my face from hitting anything, as my hands were tied. I couldn’t see what I was headed for; it was too dark. So, I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for the fall.
Bang, bang…bang.
The chair banged against the floor. Each time it hit, the landing shook my body, made my muscles throb, sucked even more air out of me.
Kyle, breathe.
“Just how I want you—on your back with your legs spread.” He straddled my waist and sat on my stomach. “Puta, puta, puta, it’s time you ask the right question.”
My nostrils flared as I tried to breathe. With all of his weight on my belly, he was constricting even more of my air.
“Prove to me that you’re more than just a pretty face.”
“What do you want from me?”
I cried out as his fingernails stabbed my cheeks. They pushed in so far that my mouth opened, my tongue hanging past my bottom lip.
“Before you say another word, I want you to think. Stop fucking rambling, and think.”
He tightened the clamp on my nipple, but because of the way he was holding my mouth, I couldn’t scream. So, I whimpered and groaned and dripped tears down his fingers. None of it helped.
“You know why you’re here. You know why I put you in a cell with Garin.” He leaned forward and bit the end of my tongue. It was already so sore from when my teeth had stabbed it earlier.
The smell. The sensation. The pain.
I couldn’t take it.
I couldn’t breathe.
Just as the silvery stars started to return, he let up. But he didn’t release it. He wrapped his lips around my tongue and sucked it back and forth, like he was giving it head.