Surrender to Temptation Part II: Tempted to Rebel Read Online Free PDF

but he had secured it so that my world was nothing but black.
    He moved to stand in front of me. I held my breath.
    The rasp of a zipper unlocking its metal teeth broke the silence in the room.
    “Have you ever had a cock in your mouth, Devon?”
    I should have been shocked at the brash question, but instead found myself shifting, rubbing my thighs together, feeling the pressure on my clit.
    “Y-yes.” The memories of the times that I had made me want to wrinkle my nose—not a single one of them had been pleasant for me.
    Zach stepped closer and placed his palm flat on the back of my head. He pulled my cheek to the jut of his now-naked hipbone, and I inhaled deeply, wanting to nuzzle into the flesh that smelled so deliciously of him.
    “You are going to take my cock into your mouth, Devon.” I opened my mouth before he finished speaking, eager to please, and he chuckled.
    “Not just yet.” The muscles above his hip stretched tight as he leaned over. Seconds later I heard the clink of ice against glass again.
    “Open your mouth.” Eyes wide under the blindfold, I parted my lips. He pressed the glass against them, then tilted it so that the liquid—cognac again—flowed into my mouth.
    “Don’t swallow.” I shuddered as the fumes hit the back of my throat, then gagged a bit with discomfort as a small wedge of ice lodged itself against the tender skin at the inside of my cheek. I felt the insides of my nose sting and my eyes begin to water as the potent alcohol pressed against my tongue.
    “Now.” Cupping my chin with his hand, he tilted my chin up, guiding me where he wanted me to go.
    I felt the slick tip of his cock slide between my lips, and the slightest hint of salt mixed with the taste of the liquor.
    “Ungh.” I panicked momentarily, not sure that I could breathe. The fingers at the back of my head moved in a circle, caressing my hair soothingly. I felt myself relax into the touch.
    “Now swallow.” Zach pushed a fraction further into my mouth as I inhaled deeply through my nose, then swallowed around his cock. The cognac burned my throat, and the ice stayed lodged between my cheek and his shaft, strange sensations all, but hearing his breath rasp in and then out had satisfaction flooding through me.
    Zach was still inside of me for a long moment. Not sure of what he wanted me to do, I tentatively flicked my tongue over the head of his shaft, licking at the salt that I found there.
    He hissed and pulled back until only the very tip was between my lips.
    “Stay still.” Both of his hands were fisted in my hair now, and when he tugged at the length of my ponytail I found myself thrilling to the sharp sting.
    “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Devon. I want you to stay just as you are while I do.” His breathing was coming harder, and I loved that I was the one who had pulled the reaction from him. Feeling daring, I slipped my tongue out between my lips, sliding it down his shaft, dislodging the sliver of ice that remained.
    He growled, tugging at my hair again in warning. I stilled, though inwardly I smiled.
    “You won’t be able to speak. If it becomes too much for you, I want you to give me the peace sign.” He slid back and forth experimentally, just the tiniest bit, and I pressed my lips more tightly around him.
    “Try to open your throat. I want you to take all of me.” I wasn’t sure what he meant until he pressed forward with his hips, sliding his shaft slowly into my mouth and beyond. I felt the head of his cock nudging at the back of my throat, and I tensed, gagging, again feeling that strange sensation of not being able to breathe.
    He stilled, giving me a moment to adjust. After a long moment, I found that I didn’t mind my mouth being filled with him in this way. To let him know that I was okay, I pressed my lips around the base of his shaft, tugging slightly.
    “Stop that.” He didn’t sound displeased. Slowly, he pulled back out, and then I found myself shifting all of my focus