chapter thirty-one

As awareness flooded me, I became aware of the hard and salty taste filling my mouth. The twitch against my tongue startled me, prompting me to try and move my head from side to side, fighting against my heavy eyelids, only to find my mobility was severely limited. My room came into view, but from an unusual upside-down angle, my attention was immediately drawn to the pair of legs that occupied the space right in front of me. My hands were trapped, secured tightly to the base of my bed’s legs, preventing any chance of escape. My brain snapped to attention as my clit was touched, and something inside me vibrated against my G-spot, heightening my awareness of the situation.

Hadrian broke in. He took out my IUD and made me come over and over again as he fucked load after load of his cum inside of me to knock me up. I must’ve passed out, and while I was knocked out, he flipped, re-restrained, and gagged me with not only an O-ring gag but also his cock as he continued to take what he wanted from me.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he purred. His voice was a gravelly mess, coming out of the back of his throat. “You’ve been asleep for a couple of hours now. I’ve already refilled this pretty cunt full with a few more loads of my seed and plugged you back up. Surprise, you slept this long. You slept through all of that.” His breath puffed against my soaked skin.

Everything throbbed, and not only in pleasure. My left pussy lip was so sore I wanted Hadrian to stop touching it. I tried to squirm away from his touch, but there was no use. He held me down firmly in response and shoved his cock as deep as he could down my throat. With the O-ring gag and my head positioned over the bed, I couldn’t escape from his cock or control the intensity of his thrusts inside me. I felt myself gag around the head of his cock, which caused him to moan, and he held himself there as my throat convulsed around him while I held back my stomach.

“Shhh, now. Take it like a good girl. There it is. Relax that throat. Good girl. Such a good girl. My good fucking girl,” he moaned as he slowly pushed deeper until his balls were against my face, and he was wholly seated inside of me, stealing my breath entirely.

“I dreamed of this, you know. You as you are right now, my cock all the way inside of that pretty mouth and down that gorgeous fucking throat of yours, cutting off your air supply and having you in my mercy. You are doing so beautifully.”

He wasn’t moving. He really wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he moving? He knew I couldn’t breathe. Oh, he knew I couldn’t breathe…

Oh fuck, I hope he didn’t kill me.

Please don’t kill me. Not like this. Cut my throat if you have to, but I really don’t want to be on the news for the girl who died by choking on a cock. Oh, how humiliating…

I tried to rapidly move my head to let him know I needed to breathe, but he just pressed more firmly against my mouth, forcing his cock in place.

“I want to try something. I would ask you if you were game, but you’re a little busy at the moment.” I felt his body shift to the side as he went to grab something and let out a breathy chuckle that lit my blood on fire. I wasn’t too focused on that because my head started to fog as my lungs burned. My pussy throbbed around the vibrating toy inside of me as it pushed me closer to an orgasm that was threatening my sanity already.

I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing from my position, but I heard the sound of a lighter snap before I heard him throw it onto the bed beside us, and then he stood completely still. Just as I was blacking out from the lack of oxygen, I felt it. A single drop of burning heat splattered in between my breasts, causing me to jolt and scream around his cock.

With a firm grip on my left breast, he plunged forcefully into my mouth and down my throat, allowing me only brief moments to catch my breath, though I was grateful for the respite nonetheless. What I could assume was wax splattered all over my chest, my stomach, and even my neck as he pounded my throat.

“My Gods, you are a work of art.”

I was curious about what color he decided to paint my body and if it was a candle that I’d made. I just made a new batch, but I couldn’t smell if this candle had a scent. I was too overwhelmed with every other sensation in my body to pay attention to anything outside of the sensations.

My orgasm hit me like a freight train at the thought of it being a candle I created with my merchandise. I squirmed wildly as the wax continuously poured on my body from the candle Hadrian held above it. He kept it in place right above my breast, and I could practically feel him make a bra out of it. The wax hurt so fucking good, which only continued to prolong my orgasm.

“That’s my girl. Fucking come for me,” Hadrian said with a growl before blowing out the candle and throwing it off the bed, which I heard land on the floor with a soft funk. He clutched my throat as he kept plunging himself inside of it. He pressed hard on my throat as if he was trying to feel his own cock through it and as if he was using my throat as a fleshlight. That thought alone drove me to my second orgasm after waking up. He followed me into the abyss a few short thrusts later. His cock was so deep down my throat that I didn’t even taste his cum.

Hadrian pulled his cock out of my mouth, and the air was icy in my gaping mouth. He drew back, and through my daze, I watched him look into my eyes before stroking my cheek with the back of his knuckles and bending over to kiss me like Spider-Man kissed Mary Jane. His tongue stroked mine, and I knew he was tasting himself.

That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

I think I loved him.