The Deal 2: Hell on Earth [Missing Chapter 13]

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Alright, so this part was salvaged from a Russian site, I put it into a translator and plan on revising it. It's still pretty much readable but some parts are a bit wonky. So be warned.

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He stood naked in front of me. I've seen guys naked before, but none of them compares to him. What can we say about the size... It was huge. I didn't expect that at all. His cock was only half erect, was aimed in my direction, and I with great difficulty restrained so as not to draw it to him.

I looked at it greedily. Perhaps because it had been a long time (by my standards) since I had slept with someone, and perhaps because I was so attracted to this man, but in any case I was barely able to control myself, which he noticed.

"Wait for the command," he warned.

That's unfair. I longed to touch him. How could he be so calm and collected when I was barely sitting still? I guess that's why he was Home and I was a sub. He could control me as well as himself.

He came closer. I glanced at him and immediately lowered my head. I was bursting with impatience. I was like a dog waiting for the owner of a bowl of dinner, but he kept saying to me: "Sit." He ran his fingers through my hair and gently pulled my head back.

"Tell me how much you want it," he said.

"I don't want to," I said. His grip immediately tightened, and I just smiled and added in a whisper: "I need."

"Oh, you need it, then?" he asked again.

"Mm-hmm."

How much?

I bit my lower lip hard. I'm sick of this game. He was standing so close, it was as if my body was drawn to him like a magnet, but I still didn't dare move.

"Painfully," I breathed.

His mouth twitched into a lopsided smile, but his gaze didn't get any softer. That look of his clearly told me that he was in charge here and that no matter how much I begged him or how much I wanted him to, ultimately he was the one who decided what would happen next.

"Don't move," he ordered.

He swung his hips a little, and the head of his cock touched my lips. I so wanted to put it in my mouth, that desire's lip quivered. He ran his head along his lower lip, teasing both himself and me.

"Open his mouth. And stick out your tongue," he commanded.

I immediately did as he said. But he still continued to tease me, holding a member of my tongue. This salty taste aroused a thousand nerves throughout the body. Hell, I was exhausted. I was getting more and more pitiful by the second.

He let go of my hair and I immediately snapped, taking it completely in my mouth. He didn't. It was impossible to judge him completely from his gaze, and it was only when he was in my mouth that I felt how thick his cock was. And warm. How warm his cock was between my lips.

I wanted to prove myself. I wanted to impress him and show him what I could. Looking up, I tried to see through my lashes any reaction from him. He barely glanced at me. I wanted to hear him moan, but he wouldn't give in now.

His hard cock was getting even harder. Returning to his head, I noticed that from my saliva his cock glistened slightly. It made it easier for me to take it in my mouth again and again. Pausing, I carefully absorbed it to the end, to the back wall.

But he was clearly not satisfied. Slow? Sensual? No thanks. He grabbed my hair again and held my head against the wall. I groaned in surprise.

Now I was completely in his authority than he was used vivas in my mouth as he wanted. Of course, I could just turn my head to stop him, but why? I wanted him to use me like that.