Midnight cloaked the house in deeper shadow, the unrelenting gale still battering the walls like a living thing. Natalia's limbs felt liquid after the exhaustive breeding session, her core still pulsing with the lingering warmth of his repeated deposits. Yet Ethan's eyes held a fresh intensity as he pulled her from the tangled sheets and guided her into the narrow hallway.
"Your gullet has forgotten its training," he murmured, tone laced with dark command. "It needs reminding—thorough, relentless reminding—of exactly how deep it can take me."
He backed her against the unyielding plaster, the chill seeping through her skin. With one powerful hand he captured both her wrists and pinned them high above her head, stretching her body taut and utterly vulnerable. His free palm cupped her jaw, tilting her face upward as he stepped closer, his formidable length already rigid and glistening from their earlier exertions.
"Open," he ordered.
Natalia parted her lips without hesitation, tongue extending in silent offering. He fed the broad crown past her teeth, then pressed forward in a measured glide. Inch after thick inch disappeared into her welcoming heat until the swollen tip breached the tight ring of her throat. Her esophagus rippled and stretched around the invasion, a visible ridge forming along the delicate column of her neck—proof of how profoundly he claimed her.
She gagged instantly, a wet, guttural sound vibrating around his girth, but he held her steady, refusing retreat. Saliva welled up in abundance, spilling from the corners of her stretched mouth in glossy strands that cascaded over her chin and onto her heaving breasts. Tears gathered at her lashes before spilling in rivulets down her flushed cheeks, carving black tracks through the remnants of yesterday's mascara.
Ethan began to move—slow, deliberate withdrawals followed by deeper reentries, each plunge forcing her throat to accommodate more. The bulge in her neck swelled and receded with every stroke, mesmerizing him. "Look at that," he rasped, thumb tracing the protruding outline. "Your neck is literally shaped by me right now. This is what you were born for—taking every bit of your stepson's length until you can't breathe."
He pinned her more firmly, hips rolling with controlled power. The hallway filled with the lewd symphony of her suppressed retches, the slick slide of saliva, and her desperate, muffled whimpers. Drool poured freely now, soaking her torso in shiny rivulets that dripped all the way to the floor. Her lungs burned for air, yet the overwhelming fullness sent sparks of ecstasy straight to her neglected center.
No hands touched her below. No friction on her swollen pearl. Yet the sheer degradation—the helplessness, the visible proof of her throat's surrender, the way he used her face like a personal sleeve—ignited something feral inside her. Pressure coiled low in her belly, tighter and tighter with every brutal glide.
Ethan sensed it. He thrust deeper still, holding himself lodged at the absolute limit while her throat convulsed wildly around him. "Come for me like this," he growled. "Untouched. Just from being my perfect throat toy."
The command shattered her. Her entire body seized, inner muscles clenching in rhythmic spasms as a powerful climax tore through her without any direct stimulation. Clear fluid sprayed from her core in forceful arcs, splattering the floorboards while she shook and sobbed around his buried length. Her vision whited out, tears flowing faster, saliva gushing in fresh torrents.
Only then did Ethan allow his own release. With a guttural groan he flooded her gullet directly, thick pulses surging straight into her stomach. She swallowed convulsively, milking every surge even as fresh tears streamed and her body continued to tremble from the aftershocks.
When he finally withdrew, a heavy strand of mixed fluids connected her puffy lips to his glistening shaft for one lingering moment. Natalia sagged against the wall, wrists still pinned, chest heaving, throat visibly raw and marked.
Ethan released her arms only to cradle her face, wiping a tear with his thumb. His voice dropped to a possessive whisper. "Training complete—for tonight. But tomorrow we start again. Harder."
End of Chapter 10
Her throat has been thoroughly retrained… and the final night of the storm is about to push every limit.