A Dark Love |Under Construction|

Chapter 6

Author's note: This segment will be from the escort's perspective until indicated otherwise.

The boy's face is unexpectedly endearing.

I mean...

He's average looking... but...

That face...

I can work with this.

I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling him closer to my face.

"Suck me off, Slave.... NOW," I command.

I push his face towards my crotch, his body jerking along with the motion. His fingers claw at the top of my waistband, struggling to get my pants down. I sigh, realizing my belt is still on.

I tug harder on his hair to get his attention.

"Remove. My. Belt."

He nods, slowly working to remove it. As he does, I study his appearance closely.

His eyes seem dilated. Is he on something?

My waistband is finally free, and he's desperately trying to remove my briefs. He looks like a trembling puppy in heat, failing to get a firm grip. I observe him, my mind intrigued.

I wonder how rough I can be with him?

My briefs finally fall, and my length springs out. The boy immediately takes it in his mouth, sucking eagerly. His eyes are closed for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Then his sweaty, blushing face looks up at me.

His light chocolate eyes make me chuckle.

"So greedy of you, Slave. You look so pathetic."

I place my hands on the back of his head, making him feel comforted.

Then I yell, "Slave... SUCK!"

My hands pushed the back of his head, and his mouth automatically opened wider. My cock then bursts through and slammed to the back of his throat. My dick was uncomfortably stuffed that I had to adjust slightly to force myself down his throat, which felt warm and tight. His body shook violently, but I still held my hands there. And without giving him any warning, I began to thrust.

He's gagging amongst his breathing, but he's not forcing me to stop. An overabundance of tears and drool were pouring off his face while I'm fucking his mouth.

I couldn't help but moan under my breath because his hurt face was turning me on. I increased my pace and he continued to gag as I do so.

"Slave!.... Mmghh...! You're doing... so well!...", I said with slight hot breath.

His face was starting to turn blue, but he's still standing and letting me fuck his mouth.

God!...

...I'm... almost there!...

His facial expression is giving off a sense of pleasure, despite his face color now turning white. I'm slamming into him and continuously hitting his throat. The head of my cock bulging against the warm, slithering walls of his esophagus.

"Slave!...", I yelled at him.

His eyes looked darker from the corner of my eyes.I push his head down, my cock filling his mouth. He gags, tears forming in his eyes, but he doesn't stop. He continues to suck me off.

I can't help but moan, his hurt face turning me on. I increase my pace, fucking his mouth.

He's gagging, but he's not forcing me to stop. His face is turning blue, but he's still letting me use him.

I'm close, so close. I can feel it building up inside me.

"Slave! I'm going to cum!"

I clawed the back of his head, breaking the skin before pulling out. His mouth was at my tip, and then I slammed with all my force until his lips touched my saliva-covered base. There was a loud crack as I unleashed my gushy cum down his throat.

Fuck!

...I broke something.

I breathed heavily and looked down at him. He was still breathing but not moving. I pulled myself out, and his bottom jaw fell, hanging by a thread. Spit and cum dribbled out, and his body collapsed to the floor.

Damn!...

...Humans are so fragile.

The whites of my eyes swiftly turned black, and my irises turned red. I snapped my fingers, and slowly, he rose and returned to his knees.

He looked at me with that same sex face. His jaw had been repaired, and the blushing red color returned to his cheeks.

He moaned seductively, "Master! Thank you for the punishment!"

He licked his lips and bit his bottom lip until it began to bleed.

"Master...?" the boy asked softly.

He carefully laid on his back in the dirty puddle, lifted his legs, and spread himself wide open.

"May I receive another punishment...?" he pleaded.

This kid is something else...

...

...I'm starting to get turned on again.

I walked towards him, laughing, and squatted next to him. I leaned in and licked the blood from his lips so tastefully.

Virgin blood tastes so good...

My instincts suddenly took over, and I found myself kissing him. I slid my tongue into his tiny mouth to taste more of his sweet blood. Lathering his weak, small tongue against mine and pressing my lips against his tender ones, I could feel his pulse quicken. His breath hitched, and his body shuddered beneath my touch. A sense of power washed over me as I felt his submission, his vulnerability. I deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with a hunger I had never experienced before. His taste was intoxicating, and I could feel the dark energy within me rising, urging me to take him completely. But just as I was about to surrender to the temptation, a sudden realization struck me. This was not just about dominance and control; it was about something more. And as I pulled away, leaving him breathless and wanting, I knew that our twisted game had only just begun.