Watch the way she's concentrating so hard, trying to remember all my instructions.
Watch the flush spreading down her neck.
Watch the way her thighs are pressed together tightly.
She's aroused.
Even doing this.
Even humiliated and frightened.
Her body is responding to the position, to pleasing me, to the dynamic we're establishing.
"You can go a little deeper," I encourage. "Just relax your throat. Don't fight the gag reflex. Just breathe through your nose and relax. Let it happen."
She tries. Takes me deeper. Gags again but doesn't pull away this time.
Just adjusts. Finds a depth that works. A rhythm that doesn't make her choke.
"Perfect. God, you're perfect. Such a good girl. Learning so fast. Keep going. Just like that."
I can feel the pressure building in my spine. The pleasure coiling tight and hot.
"I'm close," I warn her, needing her to know. "When I come, you're going to swallow it. All of it. Understand?"
She makes a sound of protest around my cock, trying to pull away.
I tighten my hand in her hair.
Not painful, but firm.
Holding her in place. "No. You'll swallow. This is part of the training. Part of learning to please me completely. You'll take everything I give you. Swallow it all. Eden, do you understand?"
She can't nod with my cock in her mouth.
But I feel her reluctant acceptance.
Feel her submitting to this final demand.
She keeps moving. Keeps sucking. Keeps trying even though I know she wants to stop.
And when I come—when the orgasm crashes through me in waves of intense pleasure—she swallows.
Gags slightly on the taste, on the texture, on the sheer volume.
Struggles with it, her throat working frantically.
But she swallows.
Every drop.
Like I commanded.
Like a good little girl.
I release her hair immediately.
She pulls back, gasping for air, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
