{ #4 } The Darker Side Of The Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 3 - The Letter

The Darker Side Of The Moon - Book 4 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 3: The Letter

(Wednesday 26 March 2014)

Memories of the past have distracted me for a few minutes while that beast is fucking my mouth. I hadn't even noticed my gag reflex was bringing me close to throw up each time his dick hits the back of my throat. My tears have soaked the blindfold covering my eyes. My muscles have become so stiff from all the tension and struggle that I can barely feel them anymore. And the terrible fright has gotten me drenched in sweat, to the point that I am shivering from the cold in the room.

I don't know what I have gotten myself into yet, but I am not eager to find out. For now, I wish he would stop because almost every part of my body is aching awfully; my knees; my back; my shoulders; my arms; and my jaw. Gosh! Trying to force on my jaw muscles while there is this metal gag that keeps my mouth open is making my face so painful.

"You'd better swallow everything!" he grunts as he pushes himself deeper and releases his load.

Grabbing a handful of my hair, he tilts my head backward and pinches my nose, leaving me no other option than to let his salty seed run down my throat. I almost choke on the quantity, but the bastard doesn't allow me to spill any of it.

"Good Kitten!" he then praises me once he has pulled out of my mouth and let go of my hair, but his praise definitely doesn't have the same effect as when Gary tells me I'm a good boy. Here, it only makes me break down and cry. I want Gary! "Pull him up," he orders, and my body is lifted by the chains above my head.

My limbs are so stiff that I am hanging limp from the ceiling, my head falling between my arms. They remove the gag from my mouth, but my jaw is so painful that I even have a hard time closing it. And then, there is light. The blindfold is slipped off my head, but all I can see for now is a tiled floor and a pair of legs standing in front of me.

For a long moment, he traces his finger along my arm, across my collarbones, my neck, my face. All I can hear is his heavy breathing as he recovers from his orgasm. I don't know what he is expecting from me; or at least, I am trying to ignore all the ideas that are flooding my head. I don't want to imagine all the things that might happen to me and despite what he said earlier about my new life, I still want to hope he will release me later, once he is done playing with me.

If his touch disgusted me a few seconds ago, it was nothing compared to seeing the smirk on his face when he suddenly tilts my head up, forcing me to see the devil's face. My heart skips a beat as his pale blue orbs plunge into mine. They are so cold and deprived of humanity; they only tell tales of horror; promises of pain and much sufferance. His lustful eyes plainly petrify me and even if I wasn't all tied up, I would have been unable to move a single muscle. The only thing I am capable of right now is to cast my eyes down because I can't stand the eye contact with him.

"Look up, Kitten!" the deep commanding voice orders. Fuck you! I'm not your Kitten! The only person who is allowed to give me a pet name is Gary and you're not him! "Look up, Kitten!" he repeats harshly this time, but I keep staring at his feet on the floor.

They soon disappear though as he walks around my body to stand in my back. I recognize the sound of a belt being unbuckled, the rustle as it is pulled out of the loops and then the whisk as it echoes to the sting across my back, engendering an immense pain. I am so shocked that I can't even utter a sound, but with the second and third strikes, my vocal cords eventually remember how to work and I produce a shrilling scream of pain with each of them. Thank God, it stops here, and he reappears in my sight.