Page 46 of Dancing With Demons

Lips parting, I gave Ronin the answer that sealed my fate.

“Everything.”

I said the word, but I didn’t move or breathe. If I thought that would make Ronin angry, I was wrong. If anything, he was enjoying my discomfort immensely.

“Why are you just sitting there?” he asked, smirking away. “Haven’t we discussed this before? You woke him up, so you’ll put him down.”

I vividly recalled him saying that to me when he made me give him a bath. I gave him a handjob then because I was trying to prove he couldn’t get to me—

And isn’t that the same thing I’m doing now?

I swallowed hard, flicking to the closed door leading to Dora’s room. If my fear and pain was nothing but pleasure to him, then I’d deny him both.

Ronin Belphe would not get his sadistic rocks off from tricking and controlling me with my sister. He may have won, but he would not enjoy his victory.

“I—” I forced the words through a sandpapery throat. “I’ll use my mouth.”

He flapped a hand at me and the message was clear. “Get on with it.”

Inching forward, I willed my hands to stop shaking as I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching for his boxers, I tugged them down and—

“Ah!”

His dick flew out, whapping me in the eye.

I sat back and then goggled at the thing. Was it always this big? I mentally shrieked, taking in ten inches of wide, veiny, girthy, pearled penis. “What did you do to it?” I blurted. “This isn’t funny, Ronin. Take the glamour off!”

He chuckled. “It’s not glamour, pet. My penis is as real as my true face. Why? Don’t you remember it from the last time you two were acquainted?”

“I do,” I forced through clenched teeth, “and it didn’t have six fucking pearls in it, so seriously, put it back! This is a weapon of oral destruction, not a cock, so stop showing off and remove the glamour.”

“A weapon of oral destruction?” He laughed. “The rodent was right about one thing, you are funny.”

The rodent?

“But it won’t change no matter how long you yell at it, so if you want to go down, I suggest you do something else with your mouth.”

I clenched my teeth, stomach churning. I hated that even now, after all of his lies and cruelty, desire stirred in my lower belly.

Think of it as a transaction. I do this for him, and he protects me and Dora. I’ve made many difficult decisions and even harder choices to protect the family I have left, this is just one of those times.

Grasping the base of his cock, I closed my eyes and put him in my mouth.

RONIN

Charlottle licked and nibbled around the tip with her eyes squeezed shut and nose wrinkled like she was swallowing bad medicine.

My face screwed up just to look at her. “You’re terrible at this,” I snapped. “You can’t give a handjob. You can’t give a blowjob. What use are you?”

She flew up, cheeks stained and eyes flashing. “Fuck you! My use isn’t measured by how—”

Flashing forward, I tightly plugged her nose.

She gasped—mid-shout—and I grabbed the back of her head, shoving her head down on my cock.

Charlotte choked around my length, eyes bugging. She pounded my thighs, straining to pull back—but the little chipmunk had a chipmunk’s strength.

“No teeth.” I grasped the back of her head with both hands. “Do it properly.”