After the rough blowjob, my head was in a fog. I searched through my mind for what it was he wanted me to tell him. Zach. The dreams. How the hell could I confess now, especially when he had me on my knees with his cock in my face?

“It’s the fight. I’ve been having nightmares about it.” At least it was partially true.

He scrutinized my face, seeming to consider my words. “You’re a shitty liar.”

“Rafe, please—” He silenced me with his cock again, his hooded green eyes peering at me, irises dark and vacant, save for the rampant need in them.

“Do you know what happens when you lie to me?” With a raspy grunt, he held my head in place as he positioned his tip between my lips. “You get your mouth washed out.” His fingers tightened in my hair. “I’m gonna come,” he said, groaning. “Hold it in your mouth. Do not spit or swallow.”

My eyes widened as he pumped his release onto my tongue. The way he threw his head back, eyes closed in ecstasy, ignited me. But this wasn’t about my pleasure—this was a way for him to punish me for lying to him.

He slipped out inch by inch. I pressed my lips together and hollowed out my cheeks, so I didn’t spill any of his hot, thick cum.

“Don’t move.” He stalked into the bedroom, and I heard him rifling through the drawers. He returned with a fistful of clothespins, and my stomach dropped. A chill of fear and anticipation swept over me. I felt ridiculous with my cheeks rounded out, full of his jizz.

“You’d better keep that mouth full because I have ginger waiting to be used in the fridge if you don’t.” He pulled me to my feet, ran a finger along my slit, and a dark smile graced his face. “While you’re thinking about how you got yourself into this predicament, I’m gonna play with your cunt—your very beautiful, very wet cunt—but you aren’t coming until I give you permission. Got it?”

I nodded, and he brushed his thumb over my mouth. A small amount of his cum dribbled down my chin.

“You know better than to waste any of that.” Grabbing a clothespin between his thumb and forefinger, he clamped it over my nose.

I tried so fucking hard not to panic, squirming instead of opening my mouth as my lungs burned for air. But holy hell, if it didn’t take every last ounce of self-control I had to hold the position. His salty cum collected at my lips, threatening to trickle out.

“Are you in control here?” he asked, his gaze pinning me more than the strongest pair of cuffs would.

I jerked my head back and forth.

“Am I in control here, sweetheart?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I moaned, bobbing my head.