Three

CHAPTER THREE

POV: NAYA CROWLEY

What was I thinking? He had asked me to look at his dick and I did that. I was surprised at how big it looked yet it was beautiful. It looked like a monster blessed with irresistible grace. I imagined what it would feel like if I held it and grasped the power coursing through it.

"Do you like what you see then?" he asked again.

How do I answer that question? I didn't like what I saw; I loved it. But there was no way on earth I was going to say those exact words especially not to him. He was the last man on earth I wanted to have anything with and I had made a big mistake walking through the open door when he had ordered me to come in. I watched him with enough hatred in my eyes to destroy a whole planet. He seemed to be unfazed by it.

"What the fuck is -" Samantha tried to protest but was stopped when he yelled at her saying, "Shut the fuck up or get the fuck out!"

It took everything I had to hold back my laughter. I could still feel the sting on my face from the spot she had slapped me and even though I couldn't repay the favor, the way he was treating her at that moment was enough for me. She turned away red-faced and seething in fury.

I nodded.

Wait why did I nod? What the fuck was wrong with me? Was I finally going insane or was there a malevolent spirit that had somehow found its way into me, possessing my being?

"Take it and suck it," he said with a smirk.

I knew refusing to do it wasn't an option since I was nothing more than a slave and any form of rebellion would be seen as an act of treason. I was going to face severe punishment for coming into his chambers uninvited. I wasn't about to add another punishment to the one I had waiting for me by refusing to do what he had just ordered. Plus, I wanted to do it as much as I stopped myself from admitting it.

I turned fully to face him and moved my left hand towards his hard dick. I touched it and immediately withdrew my hand in shock. It felt hot that touching it gave me the impression of being scorched for a slight moment. His body responded to my slight touch and he cursed under his breath.

He grabbed a handful of my blonde hair before my brain could fully process what was happening then her pulled me to his dick. I wasn't prepared for the move and his massive dick slammed hard against my left eye poking it ferociously. The pain that exploded in my eye made me whimper and pushed at the air as I struggled to get away but his dick hit my lip forcing its way into my mouth.

"Owwww. Yeah that's it." he moaned out

I didn't have to look at him to know he was satisfied with the feeling of my mouth around his dick. His dick was so big it took a while for my mouth to adjust to its size.

My left eye watered then shut tight as it throbbed painfully. I could hear Samantha muttering something under her breath but she was too scared to say whatever it was that was bothering her.

Stormie forced his dick deeper into my mouth almost hitting my throat. I had to hit him repeatedly to stop because I was sure if he went any further, I was going to poke out my organs.

"Suck me! Suck it already." He bawled.

His grip on my hair got painfully tight. I had no idea what to do. This was the first time I had come so close to an actual dick and it was also the first time having one shoved into my mouth. What was I supposed to do now? A tear stung my eyes.

I moved away from his body and then drew back towards him slowly. He trembled then released his grip on my hair a bit that was how I knew I had just done the right thing. I continued with that motion keeping my eyes closed for fear of seeing the massive cock being rammed in and out of my mouth.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. "This feels so good."

I twisted my tongue around the heavy bulge which was the tip of his dick. He trembled to grab hold of my hair for support. I could feel the pressure moving with a fierceness in his dick preparing to burst forth.

"Don't tell me you are acting enjoying this?" Samantha commented.

It was impossible to miss the touch of pain in what she had just said. She sounded bitter and that part was obvious. What was also obvious was that Stormie didn't give a fuck.

"Suck harder slave! I'm almost there." He grunted.

His hand moved into my shirt and cupped my left breast. He flicked my nipple at the same moment he growled and I felt his sperm shooting rapidly into my mouth. It tasted salty. I tried to pull away before he loaded my mouth with enough sperm to throw a tea party but he held me there so I forced it all to go down without gagging.

"Awwww. Shit. Awww." He muttered as he jerked.

His whole body went rigid for a second then he relaxed before collapsing on the bed. Stormie said some words that weren't English; neither were they in any dialect known to man so I dismissed it as the ramblings of a sexed-up mind.

I was glad that he had finally let go of my hair and with any luck, now that I helped him release, he would dismiss me with a warning never to walk into his chambers in my entire life.

It took a while but then he straightened up and said, "Now tell me what the fuck you are doing here?"