'Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!'
All that could be heard were the sounds her mouth made every time he lowered her head so far down, making sure he met her mouth with his small thrusts, his head hitting the back of her throat. Lucian grunts, holding back a deep moan in his throat as he watches her eyes starting to get teary, the sight instantly awakening the sadistic beast inside him as he brings his left hand to her head, now holding her with both hands as he prepares himself to thrust harder. In one swift motion of shoving her head down his length, meeting his thrust halfway, he feels his head curve into her tight throat. He moans from the pleasure of fucking her throat, pulling her head up, and starting the motion all over again. He gets so engrossed in her facial expression and the feeling of his throbbing shaft in her warm, sloppy mouth that he fails to notice that her hands are no longer stationed behind her back and are now grabbing onto his thighs.
So tight…fuck…
His thrusts do not slow down, maintaining a steadily fast pace as Silica gags on his shaft, her face looking like a perfect mess of tears and sweat, her eyes never faltering from Lucian's intense, lustful gaze. He could feel her saliva all the way down to his balls every time he shoves his length down her throat mercilessly.
His concentration is suddenly interrupted by the vibrations coming from the coffee table. He looks over only to see his phone light up, knowing that he was getting a phone call. He pauses his thrusts for a short second, contemplating his next cause of action.
Should I pick up the call? Who would be calling me at this time? Why is my phone so far away? It could be an emergency... I'm sure it can wait a couple more minutes...
Tightening his grip on her hair, he thrusts his length back into her throat, seeing her eyes widen as she gags on it, clearly taken by surprise. He smirks, looking at her as he lifts her head and slams it back into her throat, loving her reaction and the feeling of her throat tightening around his length. He decides to make it quick as he sees his phone vibrate once more, cursing as he increases the pace of his thrusts, his length digging into her tight, warm throat harshly, her protests getting shoved back down her throat with every thrust he made. He grunts, feeling his orgasm build, the pressure in his groin increasing the more he thrusts, and eventually he pauses, holding her head in place as he feels his hot release flow down her throat. He slowly pulls her head up, feeling her lips tight against his thick shaft as they move up, leaving a trail of the mixture of his seed and saliva. Lucian watches her in satisfaction as she swallows the contents in her mouth fully, her saliva drooling from the ends of her lips. Then, without notice, he swings her head aside, her whole body falling to the floor in a thud. Reaching for the fleece blanket that was draped on the arm of the couch, he uses it to clean his shaft and stuffs it back into his draws, standing up on his two feet as he zips up his pants, his leg going over her body on the floor as he walks towards the table, not sparing a glance to Silica.
Closing up his belt, he reaches for his phone and checks his missed calls, noticing two of his calls had come from Carlos and one from a number he did not recognize. His eyes unconsciously check the time...
What did Carlos want at this time? He knows that I am usually asleep until 12 pm, and it's just 9 am... What could have happened that needed my urgent attention? Perhaps it's about the girl? Oh shit…
He presses the 'Call back' button immediately, hearing the phone ring once only for Carlos's voice to boom at the other end of the call. " Master, I'm sorry for waking you up from your slumber but an emergency came up, The girl…" Lucian doesn't even let him finish as he ends the call, straight up shoving his phone into his right pocket as he rushes towards the door, taking a moment to look back at the mess lying on the floor and says, "Clean up," before stepping out.
What in the hell did she do now?
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*[ONE HOUR BEFORE]*
Alex's pov
'Black coats with purple silk inner lining appear from the woods. There is so much smoke; is there a fire? Wait, is it smoke or fog? A camouflage? Three men, one having a black scorpion etched onto his neck... why can't I see their faces? What is this uneasiness I can't seem to shake? Shadows, shadows in the trees... Why is everything growing shorter? Wait... I'm sinking... HELP! This can't be happening... This can't be happening…'
Alex wakes up with a jolt, beads of sweat running down her forehead as her breathing comes in raggedly. Her hand immediately clutches her chest, her heartbeat so loud she could hear it in her ears. She focuses on catching her breath, images of her weird dream still playing in her mind.
What was that creepy dream about? It felt so real, that I was there... like I was involved in whatever was happening. Who were those people?
Her thoughts lose their trail as she notices she is sleeping in a strange bed, in a strange room. Now seated upright, she tries not to panic as she takes it all in. The room was almost empty, the light coming from the window making it easy for her to get a clear view, the only pieces of furniture being a large wall-to-wall closet at the far end of her left, a small bedside table next to the large king-sized metal bed with a book on it. A similar bedside table stood on her right, with a small lamp placed in the middle of it. A black door stood at the far end of her right, a small mat placed at its foot. The entire floor of the room having been covered by a rough-looking black carpet, the only thing standing out being the gray wolf-looking rug on the floor next to the bed, in a sea of black. She had never seen such a peculiar room in her entire short life.
Who would even sleep in a room like this? I hope this isn't someone's bedroom; it looks like an empty, dark coffin. Why would they not even have basic furniture in here for a room this large? Why is everything bathed in black? Anyway, I should check outside for any potential risks before I can think of a plan. Hopefully, I don't find anyone nearby…
Alex uncovers her torso, pushing the covers to the side and before she moves an inch, her eyesight comes into contact with a black metal collar attached to her ankle, a metal chain disappearing under the covers. Her eyes widen in shock, her hands immediately shooting towards her left foot, yanking at the metal in hopes of it coming undone. She knew that however much she tried, she would not be able to break the cursed collar.
How come I did not feel the cold metal on my skin? How did this happen without my knowledge? How dare they!
She tries yanking at the chain and notices it's connected to the foot of the bed, so she crawls towards the left foot of the bed and peeps over the metal bar connecting the two feet to see the other end of the cuff. She notices the extra length of the chain rolled up on the floor, and just by measuring using her eyes, she could tell that she would be able to get off the bed and walk around the room just to a certain distance though. She makes up her mind to do whatever it takes to get out of this place where she clearly does not belong. Throwing her eyes around for anything she can use, she spots the metal lamp on the bedside table.
PERFECT!
She reaches out towards the lamp, getting her hands on it, and smashes the glass bulb to the wooden table with all her strength, glass pieces scattering in every direction. Metal bar in hand, she tries getting it in between her foot and the collar, attempting to break it off but to no avail. Her ears perk up as she hears voices outside the massive door positioned at a distance, directly in front of the bed. She gets off the bed, the metal bar in hand, the metal clanking with every step she makes towards the large door that is directly in front of the bed. She gets to the door, leaning on the door slightly, her ear pressed onto the wood in an attempt to at least make out what the people outside are talking about, but the door is too thick making it impossible. She resorts to standing directly behind the door, holding the metal bar in both hands in an elevated position, her eyes trained on the door handle.
Whoever it is, will not see me coming...