CHAPTER 3 - DON'T SPEAK.
His hand circled up around her shoulder, pulling her to lean against him. She held back, resisting, only to be pulled tightly under his chin.
"I thought we could chat for a little while." He said casually.
She turned her head up from his chest to stare at him. Her hair disheveled from her previous struggles and her face smeared with mascara and eyeliner that had fallen down her cheeks through her flood of tears. Her face did not hide her disdain for him.
"What could we possibly talk about?" She hissed quietly.
He didn't even flinch. His casual tone continued, as if he were talking to an old fling. "We could talk about many things. The weather, our interests, our favourite music..." His voice trailed off.
She sat, silent and uninterested in going forward with this charade of normalcy. Nothing about this was normal.
"Though, I do already know a bit about you..." He said.
Her stare switched from disdain to quizzical. Besides the occasional light conversation here and there she had never had an indepth discussion with him.
What the fuck is he talking about? She thought. She shivered. Had he been watching her all this time? Was he a stalker? Her mind swirled with possibilities.
He looked down and must have read her face and considered her assumptions as he let out a laugh that shook his body.
"I'm not some pervert, watching you walk to work or something. I live next door. You learn about a person over time." He gently moved her aside and stood up from the couch.
Walking across the room to her makeshift bar in her wall unit beside the window. He picked up a bottle of vodka and casually turned it his hands, reading the label before putting it down and picking up a bottle of scotch instead.
She stared out at nothing, aghast at the horror of how casual he was being after everything that already happened tonight. The horror was amplified when she considered what was yet to come.
"I hear a lot of classical music through the wall, so I assume you enjoy music," he said as he unscrewed the bottle of scotch, pouring steadily into a nearby glass.
"And I hear people here quite frequently, so I imagine you've got quite the social life..." He lifted the glass to his lips and took a slow sip. He swallowed and smacked his lips together.
"And I also know you love to suck cock."
Her eyes widened and stared at him. He met her gaze with a sinister grin.
"What...why would you say that?" She stammered.
He kept hold of her gaze and walked back towards the couch, rounding the coffee table, still taking slow sips of the dark liquid in his glass.
"Well, am I wrong?" He stood in front of her now, towering over her. "Do you like to suck cock?"
He reached down and placed his glass on a small table next to the couch before reaching down and popping the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down. She looked on, petrified, noticing a substantial bulge in his dark jeans that she had not taken note of before.
The prolonged pause brought a frown across his face.
"Are we already forgetting the rules, Princess? Let's try this again.."
He adjusted his jeans, pulling the waist down slightly along with his briefs. Her eyes widened as he pulled out his cock. She was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer size of it but did not even have a moment to comprehend what was happening as he lunged forward, his cock in one hand while grabbing the back of her head with the other.
She gasped and in doing so opened her mouth enough that his rigid cock found its way in. He pushed her head down aggressively onto his prick, burning her scalp with his firm grip on her hair.
"I asked a question, and you're going to fucking answer it," he grunted. "Do you like sucking cock?"
He jammed her head further as she slammed her hands against his thighs to try and push him away. His cock hit the back of her throat and he moaned as she emitted a loud gagging sound. Her nose was pushed into his groin, smothering her as she flailed her arms frantically to get away from him. She managed a quick breath in which she inhaled his musk and sweat, all whilst his hard cock was still planted deep in her throat.
A moment later, he pulled away. She gasped desperately to catch her breath. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared up at him, her breath ragged and her hair still firmly in his grip. He stared down, his gaze firm and expectant.
"Yes, yes Daddy. I like to suck cock." She whimpered.
"Good girl. Now, open your mouth and keep your hands at your sides. If you try to hit me away again, I'll hit back. Do you understand?"
Her lips trembled and her eyes gazed up at him. "Yes Daddy. I understand."
He smiled proudly and released the iron grip on her scalp before standing back slightly, sliding his hand down to stroke his cock slowly.
She hesitated a moment before she opened her mouth and allowed her eyes to drift down his body to his groin. His cock was huge and she shuddered to think of the ways he planned to use it. A slick bead of precum slipped from the tip and his hand caught it as he continued to stroke up and down his long, engorged shaft.
