Free Ella (Twisted Tales) by Kimber Sharpe Page A

who will offer you work if I tell them I put you out because of a suspicion that you were a witch?”
    My throat closed for a moment as fear leapt in my chest.  One woman had already been accused and hung for being a witch!  The entire community had turned on her and she’d been imprisoned and nearly starved before they’d taken her to the gallows.
    “I’m not a witch,” I whispered.
    “It is your choice,” he told me but it was a lie.  I had no choice.  He left me with but one option of survival. 
    “I’ll do it,” I murmured as I closed my eyes.  “I’ll do what you wish of me.”  I felt the bed give as he hoisted himself onto it beside me.
    “Then you agree that you belong to me, that you will submit to whatever I wish?” When I opened my eyes his hand was moving up and down his penis.  I nodded.
    “Say it so that it is binding,” he commanded.
    “I will submit to whatever you wish of me because I belong to you.”
    The rhythm in which he stroked himself increased.  “Again.”
    I repeated the words a little louder. 
    “Good.  Now open your mouth, Ella,” he said huskily as he straddled my chest.  He inched himself forward until his penis was right in my face.  I whimpered softly as I looked up at him but I could see in his eyes he wouldn’t reconsider.  He reached forward and slid his hand around the back of my head as the crown of his member nudged my lips.
    Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and he pushed forward against my tongue.  “That’s good.  Now suck.”  I did as he told me and tightened my lips to suck.  As I did he rocked back and then forward again.   I lifted my hands but he slapped at them lightly.
    “No hands.” 
    I complied and continued until he thrust more of himself into my mouth.  He frowned at me when I tried to turn my head away and lifted my hands to his thighs in a puny effort to push him back.  He jerked from my mouth and grasped my hands.  Roughly he pushed them down and then lifted his knees to pin my arms at my sides.
    “Open,” he snapped at me.  I obeyed and he returned his hand to the back of my head and slid the other beneath my chin while he guided his penis back into my mouth.  This time he thrust hard and deep causing me to gag when it filled my throat.  He groaned, ignoring the sounds I made and rocked back before thrusting to the hilt.  I gagged again but his hands held me so I couldn’t turn away.
    “Relax your throat, Ella.  Focus on breathing through your nose,” he rasped.  I tried to do that but it made it difficult when he began delivering short, quick thrusts into my throat.  He cursed under his breath and pulled out of my mouth again.
    “You can’t even do this right.  It’s something all women know how to do naturally.”  He moved from atop me and I thought he was going to leave.  I began to weep when he crawled off of the bed.  He was going to throw me out!  But then he threw back the blanket and grasped me by the shoulders to haul me across the bed. 
    “Get on your knees,” he ordered and I obeyed.  “Now lean back so your knees are beneath you.”  Again I did as he commanded, sliding my arms beneath me as well when he told me to.  He then dragged me to the edge of the bed so that my head hung off the side.
    “Open,” he said again and when I did, he pushed back into my throat.  When I gagged, he pushed even deeper until he was completely buried.
    “You will take what I give you,” he growled.  I felt him jerk my sleeping gown up, exposing me.  His hands pushed my thighs apart and then in the next moment my muffled cry sounded against him when he slapped at my sex.  It was wrong I know but I liked it.  The sharp sting he left on my sex warmed my whole body. 
    “That’s it.” Adam slapped again, this time a bit harder, thrusting deep as I cried out.  “Take my cock.” He slid a hand beneath my head and lifted so that he drove deep with every thrust.   When his he began slapping