Antonella
It takes several seconds for his words to process. To process that he didn’t pull the trigger, and I’m not dead.
When they do, my eyes snap open, and I glare at him.
“Why the fuc—” He taps the tip of the dildo on my mouth, effectively cutting me off. The rest of my words dissipate as he slides the dildo across my lips, as if he’s painting them with lipstick.
“Suck,” he orders, his tone deepening with finality.
Closing my eyes against more tears, I open my mouth and let him guide the dildo between my teeth. I squeeze my lids tighter as I twirl my tongue over the cold metal, cringing from the nasty taste.
“Such a good girl,” he said , pulling the dripping dildo out, a trail of saliva following until it snaps.
“Wow, you are so good at it my girl”, he moaned.
My entire body
