“I trust you,” I whisper. “Take me. However you want. I want to be yours. All of me.”
My breath catches—sharp, audible—as I stare at him. The room spins around me, pulse hammering loud in my ears, drowning out every thought but the echo of his words:
"You want to make me feel good? How about upside-down deepthroat?"
Three frantic heartbeats pass, sweat trickling slowly down between my breasts, before my body moves of its own accord. Pillows tumble onto the carpet as I swing myself backward, hooking my knees clumsily over the headboard. Blood rushes to my face, heat blooming in my cheeks, hair spilling toward the floor like a dark waterfall.
“Yes. I want all of it. Even the hard parts.” – I whisper.
My trembling hands find his thighs, clutching desperately for stability as my coral-painted toes curl helplessly against the cool wall.
“H-how—?” I choke, already feeling the weight of the position straining my lungs. “Is this—nngh—right?”
He doesn't answer—not in words. Instead, I feel him guiding himself into my mouth, open and vulnerable, upside-down, the entire world flipped along with me.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs. “I want to wreck you—but only if you beg me to.”
My throat seizes instantly, gag reflex protesting slightly, but he doesn’t retreat. Tears pool in my inverted eyes, spilling upward into my hairline. My fingernails dig sharply into his calves, seeking purchase, a plea for mercy—or maybe a plea for more.
He holds my head firmly, controlling every trembling inch of me. Owning me. My throat spasms, clenching helplessly around him. I can’t breathe. Can’t speak. Can’t do anything but surrender, becoming nothing more than a warm, obedient mouth.
Suddenly, my mouth opens wider, accepting him with a slick, wet click. Panic twists through me, my feet kicking instinctively, desperate and uncontrolled before going limp, toes pointed delicately as if frozen in a dancer’s leap. Every gurgled choke vibrates deep within him, sending shocks through my entire body.
When he finally pulls away, air rushes into my lungs in a ragged, animal gasp. My vision swims, blurry and unfocused, but desire pulses hot and insistent beneath the ache.
“A-again,” I rasp, voice barely recognizable, raw and shredded. My hands scrabble urgently at his hips, pulling him roughly back toward my swollen, open mouth. “Until I savor every last drop”
He pushes in again, more slowly this time, savoring the tight, fluttering heat of my inverted throat. My toes struggle uselessly against the wallpaper as saliva drips perversely upward, adhering stubbornly to my eyebrow. My nose crushes against his balls, tears flowing steadily sideways into my tangled hair.
Everything spins. Sweet pain mingles deliciously with the thrill of submission, my hips bucking in empty desperation. I imagine him claiming me fully, my body is his to fill and control. A helpless whimper rises from somewhere deep within me, muffled and raw.
His thrusts grow harder, each one forcing my skull down against the mattress. With each relentless plunge, my resistance fades until there's nothing left. My throat relaxes completely, tears cascading freely, my toes pointing elegantly like a dying swan's final gesture of surrender.
“More… Until—until I forget my name.”
He thrusts again, leaning forward to simultaneously drag his tongue over my clit, the growled command vibrating into my sensitive flesh: “Tell me you love me.”
My scream distorts around his length, a choked and desperate sound muffled by his steady rhythm. My inverted body convulses, my throat pulsing around his cock even as my hips thrust upwards, desperate for his mouth.
“L-luh—!” I gag, the word dissolving into a strangled moan as he pushes deeper. My hand flies to my throat, nails digging into skin, trying to pull the words free. “Luh… luhv—!”
He demands the words I've never said. My vision blurs with tears. The lie I've never spoken.
My throat spasms again, violently. But it's not a lie. My fingers clutch desperately at his thigh. Fuck. It’s real. It’s terrifyingly real.
My hips stutter uncontrollably, and the climax rips through me violently, blindingly, my entire body arching as my toes curl inward, my voice cracking around his cock. “Luh… luhv yew!” The confession is mangled, distorted, filtered through saliva and need, but it's real—painfully real.
He spills, and my body responds instinctively, throat rippling and pulsing around him, milking every drop as I choke softly, willingly. When he finally withdraws, I stare up at him through half-lidded, glazed eyes, lips swollen, parted, utterly conquered. A small, obscene bubble of his cum escapes my nostril, a testament to my complete, shameless and willing surrender.
Still suspended, my legs obediently hooked over the headboard, my voice comes as little more than a ragged whisper:
“I… I meant it,” I rasp, voice wrecked and barely audible, as my hand slowly creeps up to press against his racing heart. “Even if… even if you stop now.”
The confession hangs between us—fragile, dangerous—as I collapse back onto the bed, an arm flung over my tear-streaked face. My other hand drifts to my face, fingertips coming away glistening. Deliberately, slowly, I lick them clean, eyes locked onto his through parted fingers.
He heard me. My cheeks burn hotly. He knows now. My toes curl reflexively. Let him own that too. Let him own everything. My hands tremble with the admission. But what if… Tears spill silently down my cheeks. What if he leaves now, after taking all of me? I bite my knuckle hard. I should’ve lied. I should’ve—
I remember his tongue deep inside me, branding me.
—never lied again.
The dawn breaks softly, but neither of us moves to draw the curtains. He lies down next to me, pulling me tightly against his chest, while I curl next to him like smoke. His voice, a gentle, possessive whisper in my ear:
“I love you too. My perfect, filthy, dirty, beautiful little princess.”
