Plaything: A Dark Romance Page 3

  My arms were still draped over him, and my hands clutched at the fabric of his shirt, holding on for dear life. He kissed the bite he'd made before pushing me away slightly. I looked down at him in confusion.

  "Suck me off. I wanna see what that pretty little mouth of yours can do."

  Anders's face was surprisingly flustered, his cheeks pink with arousal. He bit his lip, and that was enough of an incentive to get me on my knees. I slid off of his lap and knelt before him. He spread his legs to give me better access, and I gulped upon seeing how large the bulge in his pants was. I had never been great at blowjobs, but my lack of a gag reflex tended to come in handy.

  I placed a hand on either thigh and leaned forward, scooching closer to him. Feeling playful, I rested my head against his inner thigh and looked up at him coyly, batting my eyelashes. I knew that teasing him was dangerous, but that only made me want to do it more.

  "Do what I told you."

  I smiled at that, enjoying how frustrated he was getting. I felt a little powerful, though I knew I shouldn't get in too deep - all I had to do was seduce him, and then I could find a way to escape from here. I moved slightly closer to the bulge in his pants, kissing at it teasingly. I knew that he'd barely be able to feel anything through the thick denim, but it was still fun.

  He snarled, grabbing my head and shoving it down forcefully, obviously a bit too horny to think straight. I wrestled my way out of his grip, to his chagrin - for a moment I was worried, but his hand was nowhere near the gun.

  "What's the point in doing that if your pants aren't even off yet?" I asked, voice as smooth as I could make it. I leaned forward, grabbing the zipper of his pants between my teeth. I maintained eye contact with him as I pulled it down, and I could tell that this drove him crazy. I nearly giggled when I saw that his boxers were already stained with precum - I'd managed to get him pretty worked up!

  I tugged greedily at the waistband of his underwear, desperate to prove myself to him. He complied, allowing me to tug them down just enough for his cock to spring free. Good lord, it was huge. I'd never seen a dick that big in my life - it looked like it belonged in a porno. Just the thought of him ramming it into me made me salivate, and he noticed the hunger in my eyes.

  "Like what you see?" Anders asked, raising one eyebrow as he looked down at me. I nodded hungrily, to which he responded with by grabbing a fistful of my hair and urging me closer. "Get on with it, then." He stated impatiently, though the cold venom in his voice was being drowned out by arousal.

  I was face-to-face with it now, and my heart couldn't take much more of this. I flicked my tongue out, licking a long stripe from the base to the tip. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, pumping up and down as I tried to get my bearings. I don't know how he expected me to suck something so big, but I was going to give it a shot.

  I wrapped my lips around the tip, holding eye contact with him as my tongue teased the slit. His hand was still in my hair, holding me firmly in place. When my tongue grazed over a particularly sensitive spot, he twitched and swore under his breath. The fact that I was able to make a man melt like that was extremely gratifying, and I was eager to continue.

  I hummed happily, and the vibrations it caused made him shut his eyes in pleasure. Feeling daring, I dipped my head lower, taking more of him into my mouth. I went lower and lower - as far as I could. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, I felt my eyes water - but I managed not to give up. Slowly, I began to bob my head, my hand working the base of his cock, the part I hadn't managed to fit into my mouth.

  "You look so gorgeous like this-" He grinned, and he lessened his grip on my hair, instead deciding to run his fingers through it affectionately. Enjoying this change of pace, I sped up my motions, wanting so badly to please him. The threat of death had left my mind for the time being - I'd effectively tricked myself into thinking that this was normal, consensual sex and nothing else.

  My life was still on the line, however - I was reminded of this fact when I pulled away briefly for air. Brushing my hair out of my face, I panted, regaining my composure. Anders didn't seem to like this, however. He gripped the back of my head and forced me down, forced me to take all of his cock, choking me. He held me there, despite my gagging and struggling.

  My eyes were watery, and my throat was seizing up, but he wouldn't let me go. Instead, he held onto the sides of my head and pulled me up slightly - only to force me all the way back down. I was sobbing now, though it was inaudible and he didn't seem to care one way or the other. He continued to fuck my face, and the only thing remotely sexy about the situation was the sounds he was making as he used me.

  I tried to drown out everything else, tried to focus solely on the moans and grunts that emanated from him. My eyes were fixed shut, but I could see his face in my mind - eyes shut in ecstacy, cheeks flushed. I snuck one of my hands down from his thigh, moving it between my own legs and touching myself discreetly.

  "Isabella-" He exhaled, and judging by the way he dug his nails into the side of my head, he was growing close. I braced myself, allowing him to do as he pleased with my body as I rubbed my hand against my clit with increasing fervor. "Fuck, you feel amazing-" I moaned against the dick that was rammed down my throat again and again.

  Finally, I felt his hot seed shoot out, hitting the back of my throat. I took it in stride, swallowing to the best of my abilities and doing my best to not choke. He let out a heavenly noise, exhaling my name shakily as he relaxed his grip on my head. My eyes fluttered open, and his expression was nothing short of erotic.

  He let me go, and I was allowed to pull back, letting his softening cock fall out of my mouth unceremoniously. I smiled up at him, hoping to be praised. He ruffled my hair, thoughts still obviously tainted by the post-orgasm afterglow. "Good girl-" He cooed, voice barely above a whisper. "Good girl."

  "Was that good-?" I asked, throat still raspy and strained from all the abuse it'd endured over the past five minutes. Anders nodded as he locked eyes with me, not redressing just yet.

  "Stand up." He ordered, and I did so. My pussy was absolutely dripping, especially considering the fact that I'd just played with myself. I could feel a bit of lubrication dribbling down my thigh, and the embarrassment it instilled within me was almost unbearable. I wanted to run away, but the arousal made me stay firmly in place. I wanted so badly for him to fuck me.

  "If you can get me hard again, I'll let you ride it." He grinned - it was a cheeky little half-smile, but I accepted the offer nonetheless. Pressing my tits together, I gave him a sly look, pursing my lips in a way that I hoped was delectable. Slowly, I ran my hand over my breast, pinching a the nipple and letting my mouth fall open with a soft 'pop' noise.

  He watched me intently, and I was determined to give him a show.

  As my other hand played with my nipple, I allowed my free hand to trail over my stomach, slowly dipping it beneath the waistband. Anders's eyebrows shot up, and he grinned as though I were being silly. To show him I was serious, I slid two of my fingers into my aching pussy, moaning his name.

  His cock paid attention to that, judging by the way it twitched. He grew harder the more I touched myself, and I was happy to have found the solution to my problem. If I touched myself enough, he'd fuck me for sure. So I rubbed myself eagerly, bringing my other hand down to pull my panties down around my thighs, giving him a good view.

  Just as I was getting into it, he sat straight up, surprising me.

  "Stop."

  Chapter 4

  I stood silently, pulling my hand out of my panties reluctantly. My fingers were wet and sticky, and the lights that hung above me made that fact very clear, seeing as they reflected the substance very visibly. It was a little humiliating, and I didn't know why he'd made me stop. I was far too horny to care about articulating myself properly, though the next sentence to come from my lips still embarrassed me.

  "You don't want to fuck me-?" I asked meekly, words clumsy and voice thick with lust. Anders didn't respond
to this. He pulled his boxers back up over his boner, and rezipped his pants as he stood. Now fully clothed, I trembled before him - his expression was stony, and when he reached out to grip my arm, I squeaked in fear.

  I knew not what he planned on doing, but I was quite certain at this point that it didn't involve sex. The way he dug his nails into the pale flesh of my arm was proof enough of that - this man had had enough with me, and now he planned to do away with me. I resigned myself to it - though I'd still escape within moments, if an opportunity presented itself.

  "Come." He stated plainly, yanking roughly on my arm and practically dragging me across the barren room. I eyed the weaponry that adorned the walls - how exactly was he planning to kill me? I didn't know. We left the room, and my nudity seemed completely inappropriate as he pulled me into what had to be his office.

  There was a desk and two cabinets in this small room, along with a leather couch and ratty rug. Certainly not a very nice workplace, though I'm assuming that most illegal businesses didn't care about the aesthetics of their offices. He let go of me, and though I knew I should take this chance to run for it, I couldn't move my legs.

  It was too late, though - he'd shut the door behind us. He leaned back against it and allowed his eyes to drift over my naked form. I saw his lecherous gaze linger between my legs, and dammit, that stupidly sexy smirk of his found its way back onto his face. I didn't cover myself for fear of being killed, but being viewed like this was more than a little humiliating.

  He began to laugh, crossing the room and walking over to his desk. "Calm down-" He murmured, though his attempts at soothing me were pretty worthless. In fact, they made me put my guard up even more. I watched his movements intently as he began to rummage in his desk drawers - perhaps my demise would come from whatever cruel weapon he pulled out.

  It dawned on me that this guy may very well be into torture. I shuddered at the thought - I'd rather him just kill me with the gun. The idea of suffering for hours before death chilled me to the bone, and I felt as though I might cry. He must've sensed my distress, for he looked up at me and met my gaze.

  "Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you right now," came Anders's voice, and that soothed me. He might decide to kill me later, but for the moment, I seemed to be safe. I heaved a sigh of relief, though I didn't take my eyes off of him. I was obviously still suspicious - even though he'd admitted to the fact that he wasn't planning on killing me, he didn't say anything about hurting me.

  "Found it." He grinned, standing up and showing off a little ziplock bag full of white powder. I didn't have to ask what it was - I already knew. I felt nervous - I'd never done this sort of thing before, and I was completely aware of the consequences. Those anti-drug ads from my childhood had really ingrained themselves into my mind, and now they were all playing at once - an endless loop of propaganda.

  I should run, I should refuse - but I didn't want to die. So I settled for giving Anders a worried look. I drew my eyebrows up, widened my eyes, and pursed my lips into a pout. He strode over to me, a questioning look on his face.

  "Why so worried? Never done this before?"

  I shook my head.

  "This stuff is pure. Not gonna hurt you. It's nothing like street drugs - those are the ones we sell. The pure stuff is the shit we keep for ourselves." He grinned, shaking the bag tantalizingly, as though he were trying to tempt me. "Besides, if you've never had sex on a cocaine rush, you've never had real sex. C'mon, give it a try."

  I walked over to the desk, though I was still racking my brain for a way out of this. I'd heard too many awful things about this drug - there was no way in hell that he was going to get me to take it! I watched intently - he was pouring some of it out, using a stainless steel razor blade to separate the stuff into four lines. I watched intently, confused as to how the whole thing was supposed to work. He took out his wallet, and from it he withdrew a hundred dollar bill.

  "I'll go first, so you can see how to do it." He smirked, looking down at me with those sexy, terrifying eyes of his. "I have a pretty high tolerance for this shit, so I'm probably gonna have to do three lines to get on the same level as you. Since this is your first time, one line will do it for you."

  I shook my head at him, and was met with a look of total confusion. He was offering me something expensive - a luxury, really - and I was refusing it. He cocked an eyebrow, and looked me up and down.

  "Quite the good girl, aren't you?"

  "I...I wouldn't say that, I just..."

  "Fine. Wouldn't be like me to waste my money on a whore like you anyways."

  I felt somewhat ashamed, especially for having been called a derogatory term like that, and I decided to just focus on the precise way in which he was rolling up the bill. He held the roll up to his nose, and suddenly bent over, snorting up an entire line in a matter of seconds. I was dumbfounded - I realized right then and there that this was real - I had gotten myself involved with what seemed to be a powerful drug cartel.

  He handed me the bill, and I dropped it straight onto the floor. Apparently, this was a bad decision on my part. Anders looked livid, and before I could react, he'd reached out and struck me hard in the face. I reeled backwards, already feeling a bruise blooming where his fist had landed. It was startling, to say the least, and I cowered in fear, worried that he'd strike me again.

  He spat. "Just...give me a second. If you really don't want any, the least you could do is wait until I'm high enough to fuck your brains out."

  I was still horny, though the fear he'd instilled within me was keeping me rational. However, my masochistic side wanted more.

  He mumbled something to himself and went back to snorting - I watched in horror as more and more of the drug disappeared into his body. His face was flushed pink with radiance, and he began to smile - this was worrying, seeing as I couldn't gauge how he was actually feeling. I was worried about being hit again, but when he turned to me, the fear was wiped from my mind.

  I'd never seen someone so drugged-out before.

  Anders was already more friendly and animated, and the boner in his jeans had seemingly swelled even more. As I felt my body heat up, my brain started spinning in circles. I was dizzy and excited and immensely turned on by that tent in his pants. However, the fear of punishment was still fresh in my mind, and I knew I had to be both seductive and cautious.

  "Anders..." I mumbled, lowering my eyelids and making my way over to him. He was currently snorting the last line, using up all the excess. When he'd finished, his eyes looked wild and hungry. I knew I was in for a good time.

  He grabbed me by the waist and forced me up against the desk, to which I responded with a squeal of excitement. I could barely make out what Anders was saying behind me, I was far too focused on how amazing his hands felt on me. My pussy was throbbing despite nothing having touched it.

  Anders rutted his bulge up against my bare ass, and I trembled, eager to please. I swayed my hips, bending over the desk to give him a clear view of my hole - I needed him to fill me. Whatever this drug was doing to him, I absolutely adored it. Anders seemed to understand my neediness, for he was already undoing his fly and tugging his jeans off. I looked over my shoulder and grinned at him.

  His cock stood at attention, and he stuck it between my thighs, dragging it over my pussy at a languid pace. I moaned shamelessly, desperately pressing myself against it. He continued to tease me, sliding the tip in slowly, only to pull it out moments later. I was practically crying with want, banging my fists on the desk in frustration.

  "Be patient-" He chuckled, voice far more lighthearted than it had been before. I could thank the cocaine for that.

  He spanked my ass, and I laughed uncharacteristically. It was so fun, I couldn't help it. So many things were happening at once, it all felt so fucking good, and everything about him was hungy and terrifying and bold. I was hypersensitive - the second he began to properly slide inside of me, I was a total moaning mess.

  I writhed against the desk as that huge co
ck filled me, my knees knocking against each other. He dug his sharp nails into the flesh of my hips, and that little jolt of pain made me feel so alive that I cried out his name. My breasts were smashed up against the wood of the desk, and I could feel the excess cocaine rubbing up against them. I gritted my teeth - he was impossibly big, and he wasn't even all the way inside yet.

  Just as I thought 'oh, there's no way he'll be able to fit-', Anders proved me wrong, forcing his way inside of me, slamming his dick in - all the way to the hilt. His breathing was hot and heavy behind me, and upon looking back at him, I could see how good I was making him feel. His mouth hung open in awe of the sensation, and his breaths were labored as he held onto me tightly.

  "Jesus, Isabella...you're so tight- you sure you're not a virgin?" He asked, voice raspy and unorganized in regards to volume.

  "I'm sure-" I panted, pressing my hips back against his own and consciously tightening up, causing him to moan and slap my ass firmly. "It's never been this good before, though-" I admitted, practically sobbing at the loss when he pulled his cock out of me.

  I didn't have to go for long without it, though - he forced it right back inside of me so quickly that I nearly screamed. He soon found a fast pace, and my insides were being churned against my will as he fucked me harder and harder. Tears of ecstacy streamed down my cheeks, and sweet nothings fell from my lips at a steady pace.

  He slammed into me over and over again, and my eyes rolled back, unable to take the feeling. My mouth hung open, tongue lolling out stupidly as he defiled me endlessly.

  "Isabella-" He moaned. "Stay here-"

  I didn't exactly know what he meant by that, so I didn't respond to it properly - I agreed over and over, nodding like an idiot and screaming 'yes' as though it were a prayer. Of course I'd stay with him, I'd stay forever and ever. My mind seemed to think that was a perfect idea, though I knew my rational side would've disapproved.