Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
My body responded to his demands even as my brain raged at me to punch him in the face.
With one hand firmly on my throat, Callum used the other to unfasten his pants and release his cock. My mouth watered, and my lips parted. Callum thrust inside my mouth, pushing in all the way until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged, and saliva formed in abundance.
“You don’t get to question me, Atlas. You don’t get to ask me where I’ve been or who I’ve been with. I get enough of that from your deranged, demented, dehumanizing father. You don’t want to be like him, do you, Atlas? You don’t want to be a weak, insecure little man who demands others kneel to him out of fear, do you?”
Callum’s words were a bullseye, hitting their mark.
“How do you think he’d feel knowing that this is how you like to pray, baby boy? Do you think he’d be interested to know how you beg for God while my cock is deep in your ass? How would the great Marcus Meyer react if he knew his son loved my dick more than he loved his Daddy’s little bullshit cult?”
My body instinctively reacted, and I moved my head up and down Callum’s cock. I loved when he used depraved words that my father preached against in his sermons. I always found it wildly amusing how Marcus Meyer pretended to be a god-fearing man. A prophet ordained by God. He pushed the narrative on the naive women and corrupt members of his church. In reality, Marcus was a drifter, a crook, a maniac who had no issues harming people to fill his pockets and obtain more power.
Callum pulled out of my mouth. “You look so pretty, baby. You’re my pretty boy, aren’t you?”
I nodded, basking in the praise. I wanted to be his good boy. I wanted to be his filthy slut. I wanted to be anything Callum needed.
He placed his hand under my chin and collected the saliva trailing from my mouth before wiping it on my face. “You know how beautiful you look with spit and cum on your pretty face?”
My head snapped back as Callum slapped me. “Spit on my cock, bitch. Make it nice and wet.”
I spat on Callum’s dick and stared up at him. He sneered at me before shoving his dick into my mouth again, hitting the back of my throat. I relaxed so I could take him deep.
“Good boy.”
I gripped his pants and yanked them down to grip his ass. Pulling apart his cheeks I rubbed the tip of my index finger over his asshole and pushed in slowly, careful not to go too far.
“Look at you, Atlas. Such an obedient little whore. Your daddy thinks you’re his good little choir boy, but little does he know that you only kneel before one god. I should take a video and send it to him. Show him how you like to pray. That’s it, Atlas. Suck my cock until you receive your fuckin’ holy communion. Daddy would be so proud of how desperate you are for a shot of my cum down your worthless throat.”
My cock surged as Callum spoke about my father’s disapproval, my entire being fueled with insatiable lust. The blasphemous words cleansed me, wiping away the brutality of my father’s sermons and his dysfunctional, twisted views about God and faith.
Yet, even knowing that my father was the monster of this story, I couldn’t help but feel dirty. Disgusting. A demonic being wrapped in sin. My father had sown the seeds of dysfunction, but I had allowed Callum to water it until my sickness climbed into a twisted vine of poison oak.
I was sure that many facets of my upbringing foreshadowed my fall to my knees, swallowing Callum’s cock with such vigor. There was relief in being in a relationship that was so freeing. With Callum, I could think what I wanted and speak instead of swallowing my words. With Callum, I'd found a peace I’d never known. So it was no shock to me that I’d do anything to maintain my solace.
“That’s it, princess. Take that dick. All the way.” Callum gripped my hair, and my head snapped back as I gazed up at him. “That’s it, baby. Eyes on me while I fuck your useless mouth. I want you looking into the eyes of your god when he gives you his favor. Next time you decide to speak out of turn, I want you to remember how I fucked your mouth into submission and put you in your place, proving that the wrath of God is all-consuming.”
The memories of the past take hold of me. The demons I thought I’d buried rear like the four horsemen riding in a blazing inferno. “Who’s getting mouth is getting fucked into submission now, motherfucker?”