Page 49 of On Your Knees

I jump when I hear the front door. I freeze when I hear footsteps. They move through the penthouse and out of earshot, then they come snapping back my way. Ethan walks into the playroom and halts at the sight of me. His dark eyes burn on me. His jaw is clenched and so are his fists. He takes off his jacket and rips off his shirt, then he starts moving again, stalking my way.

My heart is hammering, jumpstarted by his sudden, overwhelming presence. It’s too much after how quiet it’s been here. I start backing up, but he’s moving faster than I am. I run into the couch and start to fall, but he grabs my shirt with one hand. His other clamps onto my shoulder.

“On your knees,” he snarls and shoves me down.

My knees hit the floor with a jarring thud.

He pops the button of his jeans and yanks down his zipper. He shoves his pants and briefs halfway down his thighs, exposing his cock, which is trapped in a metal cage. His dick is pushing against the bars in a way that’s both erotic and disturbing and has my own cock jerking inside my sweats. Below the cage, his balls are hugely swollen.

Ethan unlatches the cage and pulls it off. I watch in fascination, vague horror, and strange, wild arousal as his dick expands in front of my face. It juts toward me, huge and hard, threaded with veins. The flared tip is fat and dark, and a bead of precum is forming at his slit. It’s unsettling that he was this aroused, ready to fuck, and it was completely hidden. Locked up.

He told me that the cage makes it so he can focus, so he can think about things other than sex. And yesterday, when he wasn’t wearing it, we fucked and fucked.

I glance up and find his dark eyes burning down on me. He almost looks demonic. And yet, my God, he’s beautiful.

“Suck it,” he orders.

I swallow hard. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I can tell that I need to try. I want to. I scoot closer on my knees. I lick my lips, nervous, then I open my mouth just a little, less than an inch. I half expect him to shove himself into me, but when I glance up, I see those burning eyes watching me like this is a test.

I set my lips to the tip of his cock, shocked and turned on by the smooth, fat firmness of it against my lips. Ethan makes a soft, grunting sound but holds still. I feel the slickness of his precum on my tongue, so I suck it from him.

“Jesus fuck,” he mutters. “You fucking little whore.”

Heat moves through my body at his words. I suck again, taking his whole cockhead into my mouth. At his groan, my eyes flick up. His teeth are gritted.

“More,” he demands.

I push forward, taking more of him into my mouth. It’s only a few inches, but it’s all I can fit.

“More.”

My eyes flick up again. His burn down on me, cruel and unyielding. I push forward until he hits the back of my throat. I gag and jerk back, but he catches the back of my head and holds me in place, shoving past my gag reflex into my throat. I panic and scramble, clawing at his legs as he pushes deeper, choking me.

“You can take it,” he grits out, forcing another inch into me as I grip his muscled thighs as hard as I can. Tears stream from my eyes and I breathe desperately through my nose. His fingers curl in my hair, gripping tight.

Finally, he draws back, pulling his cock from my mouth. I gasp, choking and coughing. I pitch into him, and I’m not sure if I’m pressing my face against his hip or if he’s holding me there.

His grip on my hair loosens and he rubs my scalp. “Grab my balls,” he orders.

I turn my face against his thigh. His cock is inches from my face, jutting hard, flushed and angry looking. I move my left hand from his thigh toward his groin. My fingers find the hot, swollen sac. I explore it, marveling at the way it’s firm but fragile. I grip the skin and tug gently.

“Fuuuuck,” he breathes. “Yes.”

I get bolder, pulling and tugging, twisting slightly. His body rocks. I press my face into his groin, breathing in his clean, musky scent, feeling the stiffness of his cock against my cheek. I nuzzle at him. His fingers play with my hair.

He rumbles, “What a beautiful little sinner you are.”

I tilt my head, looking up the hard planes of his body to his face. He’s so focused on me, like nothing else exists. Keeping my eyes on him, I lick his cock. It twitches hard, pulling his balls in my grip.

“Suck me,” he orders.

Keeping hold of his balls, I pull back to where I started. Precum is threading down from his slit. It makes my mouth water. It makes my cock jerk. I lick my lips and take his cockhead in my mouth again, sucking the precum, swallowing against the soreness of my throat.

“More,” he demands, but I don’t obey. I just look up at him and wait for what I know will happen.

Ethan grits his teeth and shoves his cock down my throat. I choke and thrash, pulling hard at his balls as he starts fucking my throat. He starts driving me down against the couch behind me. Fresh tears spring to my eyes, blurring my vision until he’s a vague shape, reducing my existence to the feel of his body forcing itself into mine.

My hand clamps involuntarily on his balls as my body tightens. I can’t breathe. He’s going to kill me. I’m going to come. I thrash under him and start ejaculating. I scream, but his cock is in my throat, silencing me. I lose all sense of myself, thrashing and coming in hard, desperate waves as his cock pulses in my throat. As he comes, his balls draw hard against my hand. His fingers tighten in my hair as he smashes me into the couch, and it’s the most thrilling, terrifying, and utterly perfect moment of my life.