Page 110 of Shadowface

Impossible…

I shift onto my elbows, raising my ass in the air as the slow wave recedes. He leans down, grabbing my breasts and forcefully handles them. He grasps his cock and positions it in front of my face. I bite my lips together, refusing to part them even slightly. He chuckles and says, “Come on, Summer. Do I really need to ask?”

Ironically, if he wasn’t testing me like I’m some kind of experiment, I probably would have already taken him into my mouth. But deep down, this isn’t about that. It’s about control.

I turn my head in utter defiance. I’m hungover, that’s all this is. He knows how fucked-up I was last night. I’ll wait it out and prove him wrong.

I refuse to look at him as the pit develops in the inner lining of my stomach. The longer I wait, the worse it gets. He plays with me, pressing the tip of his cock into my mouth. I can smell myself on it…it smells sweet. The scent of my fucked-up arousal.

The pain turns to darkness as I snap my jaw closed, refusing to open it.

My skin begins to burn, a searing pain emanating from within. The more I resist, the more intense it becomes.

“How…how are you doing this?” I sputter, struggling to form words.

“Come on, Summer, just open your mouth. It’ll make the pain go away,” he urges.

Something shifts inside me. The anguish in my stomach shoots between my legs. The pain has become so intense, it’s numbing my senses and making it hard to keep my eyes open. It evolves into a sensation I can only describe as pleasure.

I refuse to let him have this control over me. He can’t be this strong. Despite what he believes about himself, this is impossible. My teeth are grinding so hard, as if I’m working against an invisible force.

His hands are soft. “Open your eyes, Summer.” The way he asked wasn’t a demand, more like a suggestion. His voice has shifted again.

When I open my eyes, I see him peering down at me. He’s put on a mask, but his eyes still shine brightly behind it.

And I explode. An orgasm rips through, causing my body to jolt. I cry out as my pussy pulses and juices squirt out of me. I open my mouth and take him in. Instant relief seeps through me like honey.

I’ve never gotten off just by the sight of something before.

The sight of death is so satisfying.

Fuck, his cock tastes good. I close my eyes and grab his hips, running my hands up his groin as it tightens, and his cock grows larger in my mouth. I take him in deep, slowly withdrawing my mouth and making eye contact with him as I reach the tip, teasing it with my tongue.

I peer up at him and crinkle my forehead as I don’t recognize the eyes peering down at me. Why don’t I recognize those eyes?

“Lincoln?” I whisper, pulling my lips off him. He shifts as if agitated, slapping his dick in my face.

He runs his hand over my forehead, down my cheek, then curls his fingers inside my mouth. I stare into those eyes as I suck on his fingers.

It’s not Lincoln…not really. Lincoln can’t see without his glasses, yet he’s touching me with such precision.

“Tell me, pretty girl, do you feel better?” I can’t help but notice the satisfaction in his voice. And the truth is, I am immensely better. I just don’t want him to know that.

He slaps his dick in my face again. “Do. You. Feel. Better?”

I close my eyes as my breath grows heavy. “Answer me, Summer.” His voice is different, deeper, more powerful.

“Yes,” I pant. “I feel better.”

He pushes his cock into my mouth. “Keep going. This time, don’t stop until I see my cum all over your pretty face.” I hesitate for a moment, and a deep ache hits my core, but then I comply and take him in, sucking deeply.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. “Get on your back,” he demands. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

Those new, shimmering eyes stare down at me until eventually, I comply, positioning myself beneath him. I sink into the soft bed and his knees hug me tight. He fucks my throat until he quivers, and I swallow most of it. The remaining amount he spreads onto my cheek and mouth, as if I were a work of art.

Right now, I don’t know who I am. However, there’s a certain pleasure in obeying him—it’s better than resisting.

He towers over me with a curved smile through his mask that sends chills through my bones. I don’t know who this is or what he’s becoming, but he feels good. And from this point forward, I’m going to worship him.