14. Open Your Mouth, Pet

14

Open Your Mouth, Pet

Declan

Teal looks up at me with wide green eyes, and I get what I’ve been craving: her submission.

Every other piece of the puzzle might be shifting in my life lately, but she kneels in her place at my feet.

Her colorful hair grazes her shoulders, and in this light, some pieces are the emerald shade of her eyes. She looks too damn pretty as she parts her lips and an innocent breath escapes. As a blush crawls up her neck and paints her cheeks like I’m going to paint her face in cum.

I’m going to make a mess of this girl.

She thinks she’s broken now, but I haven’t even gotten my hands on her yet. I plan to corrupt every innocent inch.

Gripping the armrests, I don’t move. I just wait .

If she wants this, she needs to take it. She needs to admit to herself she’s desperate for me even if she hates me. That she’s in this as far as it gets.

She’s going to show me what she admitted to her doctors—that she’s as sick as I am.

It’s why I’m the only one who can give her this.

Teal reaches forward and grabs the base of my cock. I swear it grows in her hand.

An electric pulse radiates from this girl. A current only she can seem to tap into.

My jealous little pet.

I can’t help smirking at the thought of how she reacted to Cora. I knew it would piss her off; I just wasn’t sure how much.

Teal might be mad for what I did, but she’s the reason it got that far. Testing me like I won’t use the opportunity to push her to her limits. If she had let me, I might have blown my load down Cora’s throat to prove a point.

If Teal wants me, she can have me. But without her claim, I wasn’t going to make it easy on her.

Of course, Tealene didn’t let it get that far. She broke like I expected because she’s mine .

“You want my cum? Then you’ll have to work a little harder for it than that,” I say when she’s still staring at me. “How long has it been since these pretty lips have sucked a cock?”

Teal wets her lips, blinking me into focus. “I haven’t.”

“Never?”

She shakes her head, and I grin at the innocence bleeding from her confession. She really should know better than to tempt me with that kind of admission. It won’t make me go easy. If anything, I’m going to rip her throat open until she feels nothing but me every time she swallows for the rest of her life.

“Lift,” I direct her.

Control her.

It’s what I’m good at. What I crave. And like the perfect pet she is for me, she obeys.

Teal raises so her mouth hovers over my cock.

I lift my hand to her cheek and rake her hair back. “Spit on it.”

Her lips press together, and I sense the pause in her eyes. But she doesn’t take them off me as she follows my command. She leans forward, and spit dribbles from her perfect lips to my rock-hard dick.

It trickles down my shaft, and when it reaches her hand, she starts to stroke like the good girl she is.

“Again.”

She spits again, coating my cock and making her grip slippery as she works me. Tentative, unsure strokes that feed my need to teach her how I want it.

I’ll mold her like clay.

Carve her into my own personal masterpiece.

Make her my project.

Just because this relationship is a means to an end doesn’t mean we can’t both gain something from it.

“Open your mouth, pet.” I grip the back of her hair, and she does as she’s told. “Now hollow your cheeks and suck. ”

I lower her face over my cock, and she takes me in her warm mouth. She swallows me down and chokes when I bottom out. But instead of showing her mercy, I grip the back of her hair and hold her in place, forcing her to choke longer for me.

Her wide green eyes blink with fear as they gloss over.

“Don’t you want to give me what I want?” I ask as tears spill from her eyes and her throat gurgles with how I’m closing off her air. “Breathe through your nose.”

She does. Shallow. Quick.

She has so much to learn, and I want to show her all of it.

“Good little pet.” I pull on her hair to offer her a breath.

Spit streaks my cock. It coats her lips as she takes a desperate inhale.

“Declan.” My name barely chokes from her lips before I’m shoving my cock down her throat once more.

This time, she takes me deeper, either because she wants to or because I force it. I’ll train her either way. If she wants to be mine, she needs to learn to take it.

Again, I’m holding her down on me. Her tongue wiggles on the underside of my cock, and her hand grips the base so hard I’m desperate to blow my load.

“Hollow your cheeks and suck,” I command.

Teal does as she’s told. Even as she cries and her face turns red from lack of air.

She hollows her cheeks and struggles to suck my cock, creating the perfect balance of suction and desperation.

“Good girl. ”

I release the back of her hair to see what she’ll do with it. And like I expected, she pulls away, taking a deep breath. Her eyes dart to my hands resting on the chair as her mouth hovers over my cock.

“Giving up already?”

She bites her lip, watching me, before shaking her head. “No.”

“Then fill your mouth with my cum.” I tip my chin down, and she lowers her luscious mouth over the head of my cock at the same time.

She flicks her tongue out to tease the tip before wrapping her lips around the head. It’s fucking divine. And as she slowly lowers her mouth over me, sucking her cheeks tight to create the perfect warm hole, I grip the chair harder.

Teal’s eyes scream at me through her tears—through the hate that burns in them. But her body does what it’s told. She drags her tongue up my cock, and she works for my release.

If I had to guess, she’s trying to do to me what I did to her—teasing me until I can’t stand it.

She forgets I’m in control.

She comes when I say she does, and the same goes for me. I’ll give her my cum when she’s earned it, and the way she’s on her knees working with the intensity I’ve only seen her offer her artwork shows me she will.

Her head bobs up and down, and I hit the back of her throat over and over. She takes me deeper, sucks me harder. Her spit drips down her hand, and she soaks my cock .

“Do you want my cum, pet?”

She lifts to the tip, holding the head between her beautiful lips, and nods before sinking over me again.

“Good.” I grab the back of her hair and pull her off me.

“What—”

“Open.” I cut her off, standing and pulling her hair to tip her head back.

Fear floods her gaze, but she does what she’s told, opening her mouth for me.

“Tongue out.”

She obeys.

With one hand, I angle her head back, and with the other, I stroke my cock.

“Did you learn your lesson tonight? Did you learn your place?”

She tries to nod but can’t with my grip on her hair.

“Good. Because you’re mine until I say otherwise. And I’ll remind you of that until you break.” I stroke my cock, and the sight of her submission has pressure building at the base of my spine. “Don’t swallow.”

I hold her in place and plant the head of my cock on the tip of her warm tongue, stroking until the pressure is too much. My body tenses, and ropes of cum shoot into her mouth, over her tongue, and on her lips.

I paint her like she paints the canvas.

She flinches but doesn’t try to pull away, and when I’m done, I press the underside of her chin.

“Remember what I said.” I close her mouth. “Hold it for me. Taste me on your tongue. ”

Tears leak from her eyes, but she doesn’t swallow. She waits with my cum in her mouth for me to direct her because, as irritating as she is, she’s perfect for me.

“I’m going to mark every inch of your body, Teal. Slowly, painfully. I’m going to make you sit with everything I inflict. All that noise in your head… we’ll quiet it. You’re going to feel me, take me, taste me. And you’ll obey until you give me everything I want. Isn’t that right?”

She nods.

Such an obedient girl.

“Swallow.” I grip her throat, and she swallows me down, not taking her eyes off me. “You’re mine now.”