The Blind Tiger: An Unusual Paranormal Romance Read Free

looked down at her.
    “Suck me,” he commanded.
    Still on her knees, she lifted her hands to his crotch.
    “No,” he said harshly. “Unzip me with your teeth.”
    Oh. This was difficult. It wasn’t the first time she had done it, but it was still difficult.
    Gingerly, she maneuvered her mouth to the fly of his pants. She teased the zipper out with her lips and tongue. His erection was warm and hard beneath his crotch, stretching the fabric and giving her leverage. Her front teeth latched on to the zipper, and she expertly pulled it down the curve of the bulge.
    Zach’s huge cock sprang out and almost struck her in the face. He laughed.
    “Suck it,” he rasped.
    She opened her mouth wide and pulled the tip of it deep inside. He was so thick that he flattened her tongue, making it difficult for her to lick his head and shaft. But that was not what he was after.
    “Swallow me,” he ordered.
    He had taught her and made her practice on him for months. It was like anal sex. Once you get the hang of it, it becomes easier. She angled her mouth so that her throat was at a good angle. Then she took him deeper.
    He pushed inside, gagging her.
    “Deeper,” he said.
    She coughed against his flesh. His turgid dick was crammed in her throat, and he still sought to go in deeper. She relaxed her throat muscles, just as he had taught her, and he inched in some more. Her throat was very stretched.
    I can’t breathe, she thought, trying to control the rise of her panic.
    He caught hold of the back of her head and began to pump in and out of her throat. Each time his crown struck the little piece of flesh at the back of her throat, she gagged and tried to suppress the gagging. He was using her. Using her mouth as if she was merely a sex object.
    She used to love being a sex object.
    He fucked her mouth raw, until she was finally gasping for air. Then he pulled out, his cock wet and slick with her saliva.
    “Good girl.” He patted her head. “Now get up.”
    Her head was reeling when she attempted to stand in her black high heels. He grabbed her breasts and kneaded them. He pinched her nipples.
    “Ow!” she cried.
    He loved hearing her cry out in pain. It only excited him further.
    “Nice,” he said.
    He lifted the taffeta swirls of her skirt to expose her pussy. His hand dived down to part her nether lips. With a pincer grip, he squeezed her clit.
    She gasped again.
    “You’re wet,” he observed.
    Yes. She couldn’t help being excited by all this attention.
    He stuck two fingers into her vagina and massaged her snug tunnel, causing her to squirm with pleasure. Then he pulled them out with a plop.
    “Taste yourself.”
    He inserted those two fingers into her mouth. She sucked at his digits, tasting her own sour fluids.
    He slapped her rump with the palm of his hand. It was a sharp sting, and she cried out again.
    “What will it be this time?” He grabbed her breasts and turned her around.
    “Please, Master,” she begged with genuine tears in her eyes.
    “Choose your punishment.”
    He pushed her towards the lounge where large photographs were mounted on the white walls. The photographs were all monochrome, and they were of different naked women in various bondage poses. A blonde was tethered to a stake, being whipped. A brunette was secured in a pillory with a ball gag in her mouth. Another brunette was strung from a tripod. Her breasts were intricately bound with rope, causing her nipples to swell.
    These were all real women, Karen knew. Women Zach had dated in the past. Her own photo had yet to be mounted on these walls. Zach only mounted those that he had loved, punished, and dumped. Their relationship wasn’t over yet.
    He marched her through the lounge to their playroom. Here, the entrance was barricaded by a cast-iron dungeon door, like the ones in medieval castles. He pushed the door open. Her stomach cringed, as it always did each time she entered the playroom.
    Inside, the walls were padded for