Page 80 of Somno Slave

My grip tightens in her hair.

“Suck.” I command.

Her cheeks hollow around the head of my cock, strangling it in the soft fleshy bits of her skin. She flicks her tongue against me, accidental. Short, sharp movements followed by a slow drag around the rim like she’s trying to find somewhere to hide it.

“Wrap your fingers around it.”

A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face before her body moves anyway. She reaches through the bars, and her slender, well-manicured fingers curl around my aching cock. The moment her hand closes around me, her throat moves in fear. I take the opportunity to slide further between her wet lips.

She squeezes, light at first, but then I watch in real time as her confidence grows. Her body adapts frighteningly fast and it drags a shiver from me.

“That’s it, baby. Suck tighter.”

She’s so fucking obedient. Her cheeks immediately hollow and the pressure is fucking divine.

“Faster.”

She tries but fails. Her inexperience makes her struggle with moving her head and fingers at the right tempo.

“Faster.” I growl. My fingers curl violently into her hair. I force her to move in sharp, shallow thrusts followed by a brutal slam against the back of her throat. She makes a noise; something caught between a gasp and a choke, back arching like a cat, fingers tensing sharply like she can’t decide whether she wants to continue or push away.

I keep fucking her face.

She whimpers.

Her tongue presses firmly against the vein that now swells.

“Fuck,” I groan, fingers fisting until I’m sure it’s stinging.

I steady myself but then another strangled noise slips out of her. Her body bucks wildly, desperately grinding her thighs together for some pressure. And when she looks up at me, tears glossy in her eyes, the black grime staining her cheeks from pressing too violently against the bars, I can’t hold back any longer.

I cum for her. Pleasure slams through me with a hideous speed. I roar and empty myself into her mouth. But before I can see what she does with my seed, the fantasy tears us free.

In front of me, in the shower, she shudders and moves fast. Her hands leave the tiles, and she kills the water like she can’t wait any longer. Dripping and flushed, she stumbles into the bedroom. She doesn’t even dry herself, just yanks open the drawer next to her bed, pulling out a sealed box.

The packaging gives way in seconds, discarded just as quickly. A little pink vibrator hums to life in her palm, and shefalls back onto the bed, sinking her teeth into her lower lip to catch any noises.

Her eyes are closed but she sees me anyways: in the cell, my hand fisted in her hair as I make her choke on her own cries.

The vibrator brushes her clit, and her hips lift wildly to meet it.

I plant another fantasy in her mind. Me, chained, shirtless, her straddling me in the cell. The dream blurs into rough sex—violent, consuming. The kind of thing my little virgin wouldneverdream of doing without force. The image intensifies, shudders, and whimpers.

She’s right on the edge, breathless, desperate, and then the vibrator gives one last pathetic buzz and dies in her hands.

It all stops.

Her pleasure halts.

“No!” She cries out, snapping in half. She clicks the button repeatedly as if that will bring the vibrations back to life. “No! No! No!”

Her chest heaves.

“Fuck—” The word tears out of her, raw and uneven. She jerks upright. Her cheeks burn.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” My murmur curls around her mind. “I’ll finish the job.”

Her bedroom door is still locked, but the shadow in the corner doesn’t stay still. It peels away from the wall before she can fight it, already closing the distance between us.