Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Wider. Open your mouth nice and big for me.” I’m not sure what he plans to do, but I tip my head back a little and open my mouth wider, hoping that’s enough.
He nods, as if approving, and then clasps the other shot glass with two fingers, and brings it to his lips. Instead of downing it and swallowing, he simply holds the liquid in his mouth. I blink, watching, confused, as he leans forward and pinches my chin between two fingers.
Shock gives way to something sinister and sickening when he spits the contents in my mouth. I’m both appalled and strangely turned on by the act. The vodka burns against my tongue, and I swallow it down quickly to ease the burn. My eyes water from the alcohol, and Sebastian looks down at me like I’m a star pupil, releasing my chin and patting my cheek gently.
Pulling back, he settles into the cushion. I lick my lips, the vodka in my belly warming me from the inside out. Okay, I can do this. From the position I’m in, I’ve gathered where this is going to go. I’ve watched enough porn. It shouldn’t be that hard, right? I just need to unbuckle his pants, pull his penis out, and put it in my mouth.
It’s no big deal. Women do it all the time, E.
The fact that I myself have never done it doesn’t matter, right? Never mind the attention we’re gathering. I can feel eyes on me, and it makes my already hot skin, hotter.
As if Sebastian can smell the anxiety rolling off me, he reaches forward and gently caresses my cheek. “Undo my pants and take my cock out.” Each sharp word is clipped.
The opposite of his gentle touch.
My heart skips a beat at the demand. I stare down at his lap, then up at his face, and back down again. I force myself to move and reach for his belt buckle. My fingers tremble as I thread the leather through the loops until the ends hang loose across his lap. I’ll use every ounce of courage I have left to get through this very moment.
With a deftness I don’t feel, I unfasten the top button, then slide his zipper down. It's a little awkward since his zipper is backward. In typical Sebastian fashion, he leaves me to struggle. When I finally get the zipper down, I give in to the growing desire to see his face.
I look from his lap and into his eyes. I’m not really sure what I anticipate finding there. Anger? Desire? Hate? I’m greeted with none of those emotions. Instead, I find his gaze narrowed and the corner of his mouth tucked tight in his teeth like he’s trying to focus his attention on something else entirely.
I'm not sure what that look means, but it only intensifies my anxiety. I don’t want to mess this up—if it’s even possible to mess up a blow job.
Swallowing around the ball of fear threatening to clog my throat, I focus my attention back on him.
“It's obvious you don’t own her and have not trained her properly. Look at her trembling hands.” Yanov interjects, and I find myself retreating into my mind.
I can’t do this. I can’t.
“She's nervous, asshole. I've never made her do this in front of an audience, so sit down and shut up before I make you suck my cock.” Seb growls. Yanov stares at him balefully before sitting. Beside him, Sidorov hides a smile. “Now if you’re done interrupting, my Little Prey will continue. “
He stares down at me, hypnotizing me with that intent green gaze, and I find myself nodding.
I’m ready.
13
Elyse
Iblow out a breath and reach for his length. I’ve barely grazed the fabric of his pants when his hand comes out of nowhere, his fingers circling my wrist and halting any further movement. I whimper from the pain that radiates up my arm and try to pull back, but his grip only tightens.
I glance up at him, needing to understand what I’ve done wrong. He merely shakes his head when I open my mouth to speak. “No hands, Little Prey. We’re doing this my way and my way only. Do you understand?”
All I can do is nod.
“Good girl. I’m going to free my cock and then feed it into your mouth. You’ll take every single inch, won’t you?”
I nod again, but this time, that’s not enough.
“Tell me, tell them,” he urges.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His hold on me relaxes a smidge, and with a knowing smirk, he uses his free hand to pull out his cock. It’s thick and long, and I have to wonder how the hell he does anything with it. It stands straight up, then bounces back to rest against his stomach.
Oh God. I can’t do this. He’s going to choke me to death with it. I’m panicking, and I know it, but I also know I have no other option. I have to do this.