Fall of Snow: Chapter 26

I’ve imagined this moment a million different ways over the years. I’ve jacked off in the shower to the image of Snow on her knees, my cock so deep in her throat her nose touches my abs. I’ve thought about how hot and sweet her mouth would feel, and what it would be like to hold her head and fuck her face just the way I like it.

But I never imagined it would be like this. The warmth of her mouth is almost enough to bring me to my fucking knees. She fought it at first, and I’m just fucked up enough that I enjoyed every second she tried to escape her fate, but I saw the moment she made the decision to comply, and every moment since then has been so sweet. Even though I’m obsessed with her fire, her submission is all I’ve ever wanted, and when she hands her body over to me and relaxes into my hold, I can’t help but praise her.

I withdraw my cock from her throat and she gasps in heavy breaths. I didn’t intend for this to happen tonight, but I’m fucking glad it has. Snow needs to realize who’s in charge, she needs to understand her life is in my hands, and if she’s not going to get with the program, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.

I brush the head of my cock along her pouty lips, barely containing the need to shove myself back into her wet hole while she’s still trying to catch her breath. “You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth, Snow. So fucking pretty,” I murmur, smearing the mixture of precum and her saliva across her cheek.

Conflict dances in the ice of her eyes. She doesn’t know if she should keep fighting or hand herself over completely, but what she needs to realize is that both options have the exact same outcome. She is mine, and I will take whatever I want, whenever I want from what belongs to me.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take my cum down your throat, Snowflake?”

She draws her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles on the abused flesh for a moment, considering her options before nodding.

“Oh no, I’m going to need your words,” I tell her, barely keeping the smile from my lips as I resume rubbing my head across her lips. “Beg me for my cum, Snow.”

A bead of precum gathers at the tip of my cock and I smear it across her plump bottom lip. Snow’s pink tongue darts out and gathers the salty treat despite the distaste in her eyes.

I groan at the sight. My sweet Snowflake looks like a fallen angel kneeling at my feet, but I want to hear her beg. I want the words on her lips so I can fuck them right out of her. I tighten my grip on her hair, tilting her head back until she’s forced to hold my gaze.

“No,” she whispers.

“Wrong answer, Snowflake,” I growl, crouching down in front of her until our eyes are at the same level. My grip moves to her chin and I hold her tight. “Do you want to try again?”

“I don’t want this.”

I chuckle, the sound more evil than I intend, but that’s exactly how the world sees me. Evil as the devil himself. With my free hand I reach between her legs and shove my fingers into her panties. Immediately, her legs press together trying to ward off my invasion, but she should know by now I’m stronger than her, and I’m going to take anything I want from her body. When my fingers brush through her folds, I find exactly what I was expecting. She’s fucking soaked. Her mind may be fighting me, but her body loves everything I’ve done to her. “See, I think that’s a lie, little Snowflake.” I pull my fingers from her soaking wet panties and hold them up in the dim moonlight coming through the window. Her juices glisten on my fingers and her cheeks turn the most delectable shade of pink. “Your sweet pussy is telling a different story to your pretty pink lips.”

Snow’s mouth drops open when she sees how wet she is, but immediately clamps it closed. She can’t defend what I’m showing her because I’m telling the truth. She’s not willing to admit it yet, but Snow wants me almost as badly as I want her.

“Either you beg for my cum, or you don’t come for a month.”

“You can’t do that,” Snow snaps.

I laugh. “I can and I will, Snowflake. I can do whatever the fuck I want, do you know why?” I pause for a moment as if I’m actually asking her. “Because I’m in charge here. You are mine. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. It all belongs to me, and I’m going to use you any way I please. If I don’t want you to come, you’re not going to come. It’s as simple as that.”

“You’re not here all the time, you can’t possibly police that.” She underestimates me. She doesn’t realize just how deep my obsession runs, but she will.

“There are cameras that cover every single inch of this house. If you so much as touch your pussy without my permission, you’ll find yourself chained to the bed anytime I’m not around. Is that what you want?” I raise my brow.

“No,” she whispers.

“That’s what I thought.” I smile smugly. “Now, I think there was something you were going to ask me for, or perhaps beg…” I trail off.

The fire in her glare only makes my cock twitch, but I remain crouched in front of her, waiting for the words to leave her pouty lips. “Can I please have your cum?” she mumbles.

“Not good enough,” I growl, bringing my face close to hers until we’re breathing the same air. “Try again, and each time you get it wrong is an orgasm I’m going to take from you.”

Snow’s mouth drops open but immediately snaps shut again as if she’s afraid I might shove something else into it. There’s only one thing I want to sink into her wet mouth, and that’s going to happen regardless. She lets out a defeated sigh. The more time she spends here with me, the more she realizes her free will is gone. Whatever I want is going to happen, and then what she wants may or may not happen depending on my mood and her behavior.

“Please Elijah, please give me your cum.” The words come out sweet, but there’s a hatred behind them that I will need to work on, but not right now. Right now, my sweet Snowflake is going to choke on my cock until she’s drained every drop from my balls.

I stand, gripping the base of my dick and rub it across her cheeks. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The moment she opens her mouth to snap back, I shove my cock all the way to the back of her throat, tearing a groan from my chest. Fuck, her mouth is perfect. I could spend the rest of my days buried right here and never come up for air.

I withdraw slightly before pushing back until I hit her gag reflex. “Let me in, Snow,” I murmur, moving my free hand to her neck. “Swallow for me.”

Tears gather at the corners of her eyes, but she’s in no position to argue and the moment her throat relaxes around my cock, I slide deep and it almost brings me to my knees. “Good girl,” I praise, brushing my fingers through her hair as I snap my hips in short strokes, never breaking eye contact.

The familiar tingling at the base of my spine tells me I’m getting close, and although I want to spend the rest of my fucking life right here with Snow at my feet, I can’t go another moment without the release I’ve needed since the day I took her.

“I’m going to come, Snow,” I warn. “Be a good girl and take every drop.”

When I erupt straight down her throat, stars play at the corners of my vision, and I barely keep my feet beneath me at the intensity. Every nerve ending sings with my release, the one I’ve been dreaming of for the last ten years. The first time I would fill one of Snow’s tight holes.

One down, two to go.