Rise of The Fallen

Chapter 8

s****l CONTENT/BDSM

The second he asked if I could handle it I knew it would be good, no scratch that; I knew it would be great. Jason always had an easy way about him, something that made you comfortable around him instantly. The same way in which when I looked into his kaleidoscope blue eyes, his hand around my throat; I knew I could trust him. That I could submit completely to him and he had me, and would watch over me. As he applied slow pressure I felt the lack of oxygen begin to make me lightheaded, then he let go. I grinned, licking my lips and moved in for another kiss.

"Good girl" he murmured, his teeth once more nipping and pulling at my lips. He pushed me on the bed and pinned my arms above my head with one hand. Straddling me he used his nimble fingers on his free hand to work my shirt up, sliding the material above my breasts, and pulling my bra down. My n*****s grew taunt as the air hit them, and he lowered his head to them, swirling his tongue around the tip; his shaggy hair tickling me at the same time. I gasped as I felt his teeth scrape me, moving along the swell of my breast, his nips getting harder and harder until I finally squealed in pain. Looking down I saw small bruises forming across my breast, like a trail from my n****e to the center of my chest. Jason was still sitting on me, looking pleased with himself. I wiggled my hips slightly, and he laughed.

"Not yet baby" he said, tracing a finger down my chest to my navel. I groaned as he released my arms and I snaked them around his neck, pulling me up he quickly removed my shirt and bra. Dropping soft kisses down my neck he slid off the bed, gently pulling me with him. I complied, allowing myself to move with him.

"On your knees Verity" he said firmly, yet gently. His hand tangled in my hair, slowly pushing me down.

"Open it" he commanded, my fingers seemed to be made of lead as I undid his belt, then the button and zipper to his pants. His d**k mere inches away from my mouth, I could see from the bulge in his pants that it wasn't exactly tiny. I peeled his pants down his body, freeing his c**k as it stood straight and erect.

"Put it in your mouth, I'm going to face f**k you" I was not sure what he meant but I slowly took him in my mouth. He yanked my hair, slamming himself the whole way in my mouth. I gagged, and tears came to my eyes, he swiped at one with his thumb.

"Sshh, good girl, I got you. You can take me, open up your throat" he coached. Taking a breath I tried to relax my throat, as he continued, pulling on my hair to the rhythm he needed. I was trying to figure out how to breathe out of my nose because it kept slamming into his stomach when I tried, and I damn sure couldn't get a good breath in around my mouth full of c**k.

"Look at me," he commanded. I shot my eyes upward, locking with his the best I could. f**k, this was hot; his d**k thrusting in and out of me while our eyes stayed connected. I reached up and began to play with his balls, the orbs heavy in my hands as he moaned. I imagined my throat dilating more to take him in deeper and tasted the tang of him.

"I'm gonna c*m" he grunted out, his thrusts getting erratic, pulling my hair harder he arched back a little, forcing himself in as far as he could go. I felt his hot, thick liquid spurt against the back of my throat and almost gagged. Quickly swallowing his fluid I felt him growing softer in my mouth and with a moan and a small popping sound he removed himself from my mouth. Pulling me up to standing by my hair he grinned, then slapped my breasts, hard. The impact startled me, and I made a pained noise. He did it again, and again, my breasts bouncing painfully with each impact, my body trying to get away from the pain yet at the same time arching into it. Then his hand snaked down to my pants.

"Take them off" he said, tugging at the waistband. I quickly shed them and my underwear, and stood naked before him. "f**k" he breathed, "you are gorgeous. Intoxicating." He kissed me again, slow and controlled, then more and more aggressive, biting my lower lip so hard it bled. I yelped, my nails driving themselves into his back, and I struggled against him. I felt him smile against my lips, he pushed me back onto the bed, covering my body with his. He sucked hard on my n*****s again and his fingers traced right down to my crotch. Opening me gently his long fingers lazily played within my folds, exploring. I moaned as he made slow circles around my clit, his breath hot on my neck as he bit and kissed. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he removed his hand and grabbing me by the waist, he flipped us so I was on top.

"Put your knees here" he gestured to his ears, "Use my face as a saddle!" His grin was absolutely wicked. This was slightly embarrassing in a way, as I adjusted my position, my p***y hanging open over his face. I blushed, my cheeks growing hot; even though I was on top in a sense I was completely vulnerable and open to him. His hands rested on the top of my ass, his mouth kissing the insides of my thighs; then he bit down, hard. I cried out, my body rocking forward, hands bracing myself against the wall as pain lanced up my inner thighs. Looking down I saw a small welt, he kissed it gently, licking it a bit. I was sure it was bleeding, it sure hurt like hell. He looked up at me as he kissed my opening gently. His tongue parted my folds and he groaned.

"f**k Verity, you taste amazing" he said on an exhale. His hands gripped me even tighter as he moved me forward, his mouth connecting with my core once more. I groaned as I felt one of his hands move, and his delicate fingers slipping inside me, pumping in and out. It was all I could do to keep myself upright. He was relentless, and I felt my legs begin to quiver, the vulnerable position, his fingers deep inside while his tongue circled my pleasure center. I felt myself being pushed over the edge, wave after wave of warmth flooding over me as I watched him taking me there.

"Jason" I gasped, his eyes flicked upward for a second, connecting with mine. His eyes bright, dancing with mischief. He kept going, I closed my eyes and braced myself as I felt the start of my orgasm ripple through me; riding the wave I let it take me. I felt my inner walls pulse and clench around his fingers, his tongue working me to completion. Moaning my pleasure I melted, undoing myself from the precarious position I was in. I slid down the length of his body, covering it like a blanket with my own. His hands tangled in my hair as he brought my face up to kiss him, his lips a whisper against mine. I shifted and felt his hardness against me, and knew we were far from done. There was no denying I wanted him inside me, this had just been an appetizer; the main course was yet to come.