Page 16 of Phantom Flower

Every time he pushed all the way in, I gagged but I couldn’t pull away.

His grip in my hair was merciless.

I hated him. I hated how my hips twitched forward helplessly. I hated how close I already was.

“Eyes on me,” he snapped, yanking my head back slightly so I was forced to look up at him while he used my mouth.

“That’s it. Cry harder for me.”

The degradation made me angry but also fucking horny.

Then the most embarrassing shit in my life happened.

My orgasm crashed into me without a single touch to my cock.

I moaned loudly around the gun, body shuddering violently as I came hard in my pants.

I wanted to die.

“You just came untouched, didn’t you? So eager to be owned.”

Humiliation burned through me hotter than the orgasm.

I tried to pull back, but he didn’t let me.

He kept the gun sliding in and out, smearing my spit everywhere as I trembled and gasped around it.

I glared up at him, but the fight was draining out of me.

Dimitri pulled the gun out just enough for me to suck in a desperate breath, strings of saliva connecting my lips to the barrel.

Then he thrust it back in, all the way.

The barrel hit the very back of my throat and stayed there.

I gagged violently, throat spasming wildly around the thick metal.

I couldn’t breathe.

My eyes bulged, hands flying up to grip his wrist.

Dimitri held it there, buried to the hilt, watching me.

“Your life is mine now, little fairy. You don’t get air unless I decide you do.”

Black spots danced across my vision.

My lungs screamed.

I squirmed, scratched, choked, desperate animalistic sounds escaping around the gun. My body convulsed, legs kicking uselessly in the dirt.

Tears poured down my face.

My vision tunneled.

The edges went black.

The last thing I saw was his face, beautiful and terrifying, before everything faded.