Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” Cyrus grunts. “Open your mouths. Show us the cum.” Azadeh and I open our lips, displaying the cum in our mouths. “Kiss. Swap that cum. Show us how dirty our whores are. But don’t you swallow a drop.”
Chapter 26
Azadeh- Age 29
Present Day
The hunger and fear in Lev’s eyes have my stomach rolling and my heart racing. I want to see what he’ll do. Will he take charge, or will he need me to push him until he breaks? The last time shocked me when he took the barrel of his gun and put it inside me. It was a side of Lev I’d never seen, and it turned me on. But unlike Cyrus and Zeke, it made me want to get the better of him.
Lev leans toward me, and I can almost hear time ticking with anticipation and excruciating slowness.
“You can do it, Pup,” Zeke encourages in a whispered hush. I can hear the hope and fear laced in his voice.
Many emotions are present in Lev’s luminous gray eyes as they lock with mine. Apprehension, excitement, fear, lust, and even love. I know he’s searching within himself for the courage to do this. Exploring the sensation of touch with Zeke is one thing, but Cyrus and I are a whole new ball game.
Zeke steps forward and pets the top of Lev’s head. “Go on, Pup. You’re doing such a good job. I’m very proud of you.”
Lev nods and molds his hand to my nape. His touch singes my skin as he pulls me forward and tentatively brushes his lips to mine. My eyes flutter before closing, and I fall into the kiss. Ten years of craving this man and never being able to have him crash around me. I’m lost in the moment. Emotions collide, and I’m unsure what I feel from one second to the next—passion, need, desperation, desire, and, most of all, love.
I grip his head as droplets of water fall from my hair onto the marble floor below us. My fingers pull at the chestnut strands, yanking him closer. Our tongues dance as we push our spit and the guys’ cum back and forth. A frenzied need builds between us, limbs tangled as we finally experience the desire we’ve wanted for so long.
“That’s it, Pup,” Zeke whispers. “Show her how badly you want her. Let her see what a good boy you are.”
I look at Zeke as I push the cum back and forth from my mouth to Lev’s. Cyrus is standing behind him, his hand on Zeke’s thick shaft, pumping his cock, thickening it. I want him to fuck me. I want them all to fuck me. I want to be full of them as they grab me and they rip me apart before putting me back together.
“Give Azadeh all the cum, Pup,” Zeke orders.
Lev grips my head and leans me back before pouring the fluids from his mouth into mine. He pulls away, breathing heavy, eyes hooded. “I loved you the moment I saw you. Scared and helpless, discarded and traumatized. The only emotion I knew was fear, and the only vision I saw was terror. Until you. You appeared, and it was like you hit me with a spell. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to touch you and be touched by you. Thank you for never turning your back on me, even when I deserved it.”
His words grab my heart in their grip and squeeze. I place my hands on his face and nod. I want to tell him how much I love him, how I’ll always be there for him and always have his back, but the cum and spit in my mouth make that impossible. So I nod and hope he knows every thought and emotion fluttering in my mind.
Cyrus pulls Lev off me by his neck. “Good job, little whore.”
I glare at Cyrus as he calls Lev a whore. I’m unsure if he’s ready for the dominance that Cyrus loves. I’ve learned over the years that I enjoy degradation. I never thought I would, but I do. There’s something powerful about words from someone you know will keep you safe and love you. I’ve reclaimed those degrading words. They can no longer harm me. Whore is no longer spat at me to shame me for being liberated or condemn me for not wanting to live by their puritanical religious rule. I’m no longer the ten-year-old bullied by a fifty-year-old man because I tapped my foot to a popular song or manhandled by the police and whipped for showing an inch of hair. When Cyrus degrades me, I hold the power. I possess the control. He only goes as far as I let him, and he won’t hurt me if I demand it to stop.
Cyrus slaps Lev’s face with his cock. “What’s your safe word, cum dump?”