Page 76 of The Karma Project
“You’re right,” I poke a finger into his chest. “I’m not just walking in there. I’m running, with guns blazing, fully trained, and with my men to back me. You can’t just exclude me from missions when you think it’s convenient for you.”
“This is already a sketchy situation, and we still don’t have all the information.” His hand wraps around my finger and squeezes down on it as he forces it away from his chest. “You will not fight me on this Zoe.” He grits out.
“You are fucking impossible.” I shout when I feel the bone in my pointer finger begin to creak under the strength of his hold. I yank my hand free and cradle it to my chest. “I can fucking take it. Let me go with you.” I demand, holding his stare.
“Oh, you think you can fucking take it?” His voice drops to that octave that always seems to freeze me in place, but I keep my head high and my shoulders squared.
Never show your fear.
“Yes. I can.” I glare, not letting my voice waiver even in the slightest.
“Everyone out.”
In an instant the room feels empty but full. As if the other three just vaporized out of the room leaving the crackling energy in their wake. I feel every sensation all at once. A glacier freeze takes the air out my lungs, but a molten lava begins to boil my blood. To feel suddenly heavy but as light as a feather. That’s what it’s like with Max. Everything, everywhere, all at once. Burning but freezing, trapping but freeing, incredibly loud but deafeningly silent.
“You never seem to learn.” Max grinds out, somehow managing to get even closer to me, his nose brushing against mine.
“Teach me.” I say before I can think better of it.
“Always fighting me on these things.”
“Teach me.” This time my voice comes out as more of a whimper.
“Consistently defiant.”
“Teach me.” A whisper, so soft I’m not so sure I actually say it. His hand snakes around the nape of my neck. His fingers thread into the roots of my hair and he squeezes, forcing my chin up higher.
“Forever misbehaving. Never listening. Poorly mannered. And brat with a filthy fucking mouth.”
“Teach me!” I finally shout, unable to bear the tension setting my nerves a flame.
I wouldn’t say I regret raising my voice, but I would say I should have thought better of it. Before I have a chance to say anything further Max’s free hand shoots out and wraps around my throat with a tight squeeze. It wasn’t until this moment that I realized just how large his hands are. I can almost feel his thumb reaching his middle finger at the back of my neck. He squeezes tighter the second I try to speak again, effectively stopping the flow of air to my burning lungs.
My jaw falls open, begging for just a drop of that sweet air I was taking for granted just mere seconds ago.
With one hand still choking me, Max frees his hold on my hair and uses the free hand to force his thumb into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. “I’m sorry Harpy, were you trying to say something?” A pathetic whimper falls from me, and I wish I would have caught it and choked it down.
“You say you can handle it, you say you want to learn. You speak, and speak, and speak. Ever thought of just shutting that fucking mouth and doing as your told?”
“Huuck yoo.” I try to say ‘fuck you’, but it comes out as a grumbled unintelligible mess.
“You’re going to have a lot of trouble talking back with a mouth full.” His words barely register before I’m pulled from the table by my hair and forced down to my knees. “You’re going to open that mouth nice and wide for me, aren’t you? You are just so good at it, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
With what seems to be one swift motion he strips away his belt and gun holster and his jeans drop to his ankles. When I obey and let my mouth fall as wide as it can go, a long string of saliva drips from my tongue and onto his boot. I look up at himwith an evil glint in my eye and I purposefully spit even more onto it.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” He clicks his tongue. “Don’t worry, you’ll pay for that too.”
My eyes widen when they land on his dick, hard and pulsing with a visible need. I don't get a chance to take a breath before he forces it into my mouth and towards the back of my throat. I gag instantly, not prepared for the harsh intrusion but I correct myself as fast as I can and I let my throat relax and hollow out my cheeks to start a suction on him.
“Fuck,” He sighs, “You look so pretty with your mouth full, Harpy.” He pulls out and back in, sliding himself against my flattened tongue.
I groan at the sweet taste of his flesh, the feeling of him like this so right and true that I let myself enjoy the fullness in my throat. His hands cup the back of my head as he begins to fuck my mouth.
I’m not sure what I thought would happen at the beginning of the day, but I didn’t expect it to end this way. With me on my knees completely and willfully at his mercy.
He forces himself all the way into me, burying his cock to the hilt inside my mouth. By instinct my throat gags and tries to reject the intrusion, but he doesn’t relent his hold on the back of my head, trapping me against him. “Eyes on me, Harpy.”
I let my tearful eyes meet those that are gazing down at me. His eyes are dark, and full of lust, and hunger, and possibly a hint of something else, but I can’t yet decipher what it means. “There we go, that’s a good girl.” He pumps once, twice more and finally fills all the way out. His exit is followed by a strip of drool,my mouth just leaking and wanting more. I whine at the loss and before I can try to chase for more, he stops me.
