He dragged her up by her hair, maneuvering her on the chaise so fast the room spun. Her scalp was screaming, the pain bringing hot tears to her eyes, and when she managed to blink them clear she was flat on her back with her head hanging over the edge. He was kneeling, thick, denim-clad thighs filling her vision, and all the spit in her mouth dried up when he reached for his zipper with one black-gloved hand.

“But you just couldn’t be nice,” he went on in that London-fog voice, the metallic whisper of the zipper underscoring the sneer. “So we’ll do this the hard way.”

Denim parted, peeling away under the pressure of the hard cock behind it. He was blocking out most of the moonlight, but she could see he was naked under the jeans, no underwear to slow him down. Then his cock was free, filling her vision, and incredibly, her pussy clenched in response.

He slapped his penis on her cheek and she tried to jerk away. But he still held her hair in one leather-clad fist, so all she got for her efforts was more pain. She closed her eyes, but nothing could block out the sensation of him hot and heavy against her cheek.

He dragged his cock over her face, up her cheek and across her forehead. It left a sticky trail over her skin, and she clenched her jaw so tight it throbbed.

He used his grip on her hair to force her head back even farther so she was almost upside down. “You’re going to suck me off, darling,” he said softly, slapping the broad head of his cock against her firmly closed lips. Little drops of pre-come spattered across her mouth and chin like hot embers. She tried to jerk away again, but he held her easily in place, his sinister chuckle ringing in her ears.

She froze when she felt the cool, keen edge of the blade against the curve of her breast. “And if I feel even a hint of those pearly whites…”

He let the threat hang in the air, the knife speaking for him, then he pushed the head of his cock against her mouth again. “Open.”

She kept her mouth stubbornly closed. But the knife pressed harder, the point of it digging into her nipple, and with tears of pain and despair stinging her eyes, she parted her lips.

“Wider,” he demanded, the knife moving slightly against her skin. There was a bright stab of pain, followed by a warm, wet trickle over her skin. He’d cut her, she realized with a dull sort of shock, and opened her mouth.

“There’s a girl,” he said with mocking approval, and unceremoniously shoved his cock to the back of her throat.