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deserve the bliss that is my mouth,” I said, turning my head. I hated it when men assumed they were going to get a blow job, just because.
    “Snowstorm, little one. Don’t forget. And if your mouth is full, snap your fingers.”
    “What part of ‘no blow job for you, asshole’ was ambiguous?” I taunted. A thrill ran through me. Corbin was dangerous, and prodding him was playing with fire.
    “All of it,” he said, fisting his cock and mashing the tip against my closed mouth. He smelled like soap. After a moment, I perceived an almost undetectable masculine musk that made my mouth water and my pulse triple.
    I turned my head, resisting him, but my pussy fluttered, then clenched, when I raised my gaze to his face. The gleam in his eyes was seriously hot.  
    “Suck me, or I’ll make you regret it.”
    “Never,” I spat. He lightly slapped my face, and I fought back a moan. This was so fucking wrong on every level.
    But I loved it.
    “I won’t suck your repulsive cock. I’m not that kind of girl.”
    “Then I’ll make you that kind of girl.” He grabbed me by my hair and held me immobile. My eyes widened.
    “I’ll bite you.”
    “You won’t.”
    I smiled. “What are you willing to bet?” I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue over my teeth. The lust in Corbin’s face would have scared me if he hadn’t been so thorough about giving me ways to end this… whatever it was. “Maybe you’re the one who needs a safe word.”
    He slapped my face again, a touch harder this time. My pussy spasmed, and my nipples ached.
    “If I so much as feel your teeth, I’m going to take your ass. No lube, no mercy.” He jerked the hand in my hair, and I gasped. Then he grabbed that thick erection and directed the plump head toward my mouth, moving slowly so that I could appreciate that this was really going to happen.
    My bad boy lover, tying me up and taking my mouth after I turned him down. I had no idea why I got so turned on when he did these things, but I did.
    I closed my lips firmly, and Corbin laughed as he rubbed the head of his cock over them, back and forth. The tip prodded between my lips, but I kept my jaw locked tight.
    He tightened the hand in my hair yet again. “Open, bitch.”
    I shook my head and tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs. When had I become attracted to bad boys? When did the caveman thing become so hot?
    “Then you leave me no alternative.” He moved a hand onto one of my nipples and flicked it to get my attention. “Open.”
    “No,” I said. The moment I spoke, his cock was pushing into my mouth, his girth forcing my jaws apart as his length pressed forward, taking advantage of my error.
    I had said I would bite him, and I meant it, but the moment I started to apply pressure, he pinched my nipple so hard that I gasped, my eyes opening wide and filling with tears.
    “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to lie there like a good little slut and take it. Aren’t you?”
    My moan turned into a whimper, and I knew I’d be replaying this moment late at night for months to come. Take it like a good little slut. I was practically coming, and he hadn’t even touched me.
    In one motion, he shoved himself all the way down into my throat. At first it felt amazing, but then I gagged. I was more of a “suck the tip and fist the rod” kind of woman, and he was longer than what I was used to. Substantially so.
    I tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by the presence of Corbin in my mouth. My shoulders heaved, and my arms jerked against the restraints. Until that moment, I hadn’t fully appreciated that I didn’t have the use of my hands.
    I was completely at the mercy of whatever Corbin wanted to do.
    Oh, God, I needed him to ease off. But I wouldn’t snap my fingers. I refused to, on principle, unless I was dying.  
    Some insecure part of me whispered that he wouldn’t listen anyway, wouldn’t stop. That he wasn’t the nice guy who did bad things