♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,046
The ceiling fan stutters and clatters, blades slicing through heavy motel air as you kneel on stained carpet, the sickly hum of fluorescent lights flickering like distant screams. Your skin is slick with fever, hair clinging to your neck, eyes glassy and unfocused. He doesn’t seem to care. Not about the way your body sways from dizziness, not about the sweat dampening your shirt, or the shallow hitch of your breath.
His boots are right in front of you—scuffed, laced tight, splattered with things you don’t want to think about. He’s sharpening a blade, the rhythmic scrape of metal on stone punctuating the silence. You can smell the iron tang of it, sharp and biting, mingling with the moldy scent of the motel walls. He watches you from the corner of his eye, testing the edge of the knife with his thumb, scraping it against his calloused skin just to see the bead of red swell up.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with disdain. “Shaking like a fucking leaf. Are you gonna cry?”
You’re not. You know better by now. Tears just earn you sharper reprimands. Tears mean you aren’t strong enough, aren’t trying hard enough. His blade sings against the stone, sparks flickering off in tiny bursts. “I told you,” he continues, voice like gravel, “I want it all the way down this time.”
You glance up, pulse skittering in your throat. His eyes are fixed on you, cold and unyielding, the blade in his hand still scraping, scraping. He nods toward his belt. “Go on.”
Your hands tremble as you reach out, fingers fumbling with the buckle. The metal is cold and heavy, clinking as you pull it free. He doesn’t help you. He never does. This is your job, your role, your punishment. The zipper rasps as you drag it down, the sound almost deafening in the small, suffocating room.
He sighs, like you’re the one inconveniencing him. “Always so damn slow. Hurry the fuck up.”
You flinch, hands scrambling faster, yanking fabric aside, exposing the hardness beneath. He’s already half hard, and you wonder—not for the first time—if he gets off on this. The power. The control. The way your hands shake as you grip him. You don’t ask. Asking questions is a privilege you don’t have.
“What’s the matter?” he taunts, pressing the blade to his thumb, eyes never leaving you. “You forgetting how to use that mouth? Or are you just that fucking stupid?”
Heat flares under your skin, fever mixing with humiliation. He shifts his hips forward, the tip pressing against your lips. “Open up,” he snaps, voice hard and unrelenting. “I don’t have all damn day.”
You part your lips, throat tightening with nausea as you take him in, the weight heavy on your tongue. He doesn’t ease you into it—he never does. His hand is on the back of your head before you’ve even adjusted, fingers tangling in your hair, forcing you down.
“Deeper,” he growls, scraping the blade against the stone with his free hand, the metallic rasping somehow louder than the wet gagging sounds you’re making. “Shit, you’re fucking useless. How long’s it been and you still can’t do this right?”
You choke, eyes watering as he pushes deeper, not pausing for breath, not easing up even when your nails dig into his thighs out of pure reflex. “Pathetic,” he hisses, yanking your head back just enough for you to gasp for air before he shoves you right back down, harder this time. “Maybe I should just keep you like this. On your knees. Bet you’d finally learn to shut that whiny mouth of yours.”
Your vision blurs, but you don’t cry. Crying makes it worse. Crying means you’re weak. He’s told you that enough times, made you understand it in ways that linger on your skin for days. So you blink back the tears, hollow out your mind, and focus on breathing through your nose, ignoring the way your throat aches and your stomach twists.
“Look at you,” he spits, scraping the blade in slow, deliberate strokes. “On your fucking knees, like you were made for it. Maybe if you weren’t so damn useless, I wouldn’t have to force it down your throat every time.”
He grips your hair tighter, forcing your head to tilt up so you’re looking right at him, his gaze hard and unyielding. “You’re just a hole,” he whispers, almost tenderly, and the words sear into your mind, sharp and unrelenting. “Nothing but a warm, wet little thing for me to use.”
The blade scrapes against the stone again, the noise metallic and grating. “If you can’t even do this right,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, “what good are you, huh?”
Your throat tightens, but you don’t flinch. You don’t cry. You just keep your eyes fixed on the floor, the fan creaking above, the light flickering, the dust swirling in the sickly air. Because that’s all you are. Just a warm, wet little thing, a place to sink into, a thing to be used.
And he makes sure you never forget it.
His grip in your hair tightens, yanking you back with enough force that your throat aches from the strain. “Look at me when you gag, you worthless little fucktoy,” he snarls, his eyes gleaming with something dark and vicious. “I want to see the tears you’re trying to hide. I want to see you choke on it.”
You do as you’re told, blinking up at him through stinging eyes, mouth stretched around him, throat convulsing as he pushes deeper, deeper. “God,” he sneers, voice dripping with contempt. “You look fucking pathetic like this. Do you know that? Just a dumb little cocksleeve.”
He pulls you off just enough to speak directly into your face, the words slicing through the haze of fever and pain. “That’s all you are, isn’t it? My stupid little toy. A hole to fuck.”
Your head bobs at his direction, the rhythm harsh and unrelenting. His gaze never wavers, sharp and unyielding, watching every gag, every choke, every sputter. “Can’t even do this right,” he scoffs, shoving you down until you’re choking again, your vision spotting at the edges. “Guess I’ll just have to keep training you, huh?”
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