Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
The harsh hand on the back of my head was gone. The belt loosened and I retreated all the way off, gasping for air.
“What the fuck was that?” His eyes were twin volcanoes of fury.
I wiped saliva from my bottom lip and stared up at him, not sure how to explain my actions, because they made no logical sense. My lips had lost some sensation so I mumbled it, my voice meek. “I wanted to know what it felt like.”
“To cut my dick with your teeth?” He wound the end of the belt around his fist, pulling it taut.
I yelped and shook my head quickly. “No.” I was so fucking stupid, I deserved his wrath. “I meant the belt.”
A shock visibly went up his spine and his expression emptied of anger. It went blank. He bent at the waist, grasped my cheeks between his fingers, squeezing my mouth together, and brought his nose right to mine. “You wanted to know what my belt felt like choking you out?”
Coming up with an answer was the scariest thing I’d ever faced. He’d said no lies, but confirming was like telling Luka I was okay with . . . anything.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He blinked, possibly evaluating me for deception. “Why?”
“I don’t know.” It was the most honest response I had.
When he released his grip on my face, he straightened and looked down his straight nose at me. The corner of his mouth lifted in his evil half-smile, and he shook his head, pleased surprise lighting his eyes. “You’re so fucking perfect. It’s like you exist only for me.”
I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea.
He let go of the belt and the end dropped down between my breasts, and it hung loosely around my neck. It was so he could grab the bottom hem of his t-shirt and peel it up, revealing his chest. I watch with awe as he cast the shirt aside, and then pushed down the sides of his jeans and underwear.
Now he was more naked than I was. My gaze slid over his hips, up the subtle notches of his abdominals, and to the smooth, perfectly-shaped pecs. Luka wasn’t overinflated muscle. He was long and lean. Toned arms gave way to broad shoulders. He was in great physical shape, and the basic woman in me couldn’t help but appreciate his look.
There wasn’t time for appreciation. He snatched up the belt and yanked the loop closed, while his other hand fisted my hair and jerked my head back.
“I control every part of you. Repeat it.”
I was trembling in my core. Instinctively I wanted to fight against him, but I also wanted to please. I wanted to succeed. I stumbled over the words. “You control every part of me.”
He released my hair, wrapped his hand at the base of his dick, and yanked me forward with the belt. I barely had time to open my lips before he shoved himself deep inside. I opened my jaw wide to accommodate him, and allowed him to saw his dick in and out of my mouth in long, unhurried strokes.
Luka abruptly pulled out, holding himself less than an inch from my lips as if teasing me. Like he was keeping what I desperately wanted just out of my reach. “Again,” he barked, ordering me to repeat it.
This time I had more confidence. “You control every part of me.”
“Do you understand what you’re saying? Let’s make sure.”
Again, the hard tip of his cock pushed past the seam of my lips and intruded. Only this time, he didn’t stop when I began to back away, signaling I couldn’t take him any deeper. The hand he used to hold himself steady moved. It went to the back of my head and pushed.
I gagged loudly, and my palms flew to his knees, trying to push off, but the belt and his large hand wouldn’t allow it. My fingers spread out in discomfort as I fought the urge to gag again. The tip of his dick was down the back of my throat and I groaned against the unpleasant sensation. The belt was so tight, I could barely breathe, and my face felt hot and stiff.
I choked on him, fighting for air and fighting against him.
“I control everything,” he said darkly, hunching over as he forced himself further in. “Even when you get to breathe.”
The belt went slack as he let go, and then he pinched my nose shut with his thumb against the side of his hand, cutting off my air supply completely.
Chapter
Eleven
Luka left me with no choice but try to take him all the way in. Logic was shoved aside by panic, which was willing to try anything to find air. My terrified sound was muffled under his flesh, and I dug my nails into the meaty parts of his thighs, scrambling to earn his release. My eyes teared up in a physical reaction.