Art twists his hands in my hair and rams his dick down my throat, viciously fucking my mouth. Saliva drips down my chin as I gag. I brace my hands on his thighs, attempting to break away.
“It’s more fun when you struggle.”
He holds my head in place, grinding his hips against my face harder. I’m on the verge of emptying the contents of my stomach when his salty cum fills my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his semi-hard dick from my mouth.
“You almost suffocated me!” I yell.
“I’ll give you a two on a scale from one to ten. At least Brunette was a four.”
“You’re sadistic.”
“I know, and it’s fucking fantastic.” He points at the semen soaking into the carpet. “You spilled some.”
“So.”
“Lick it up.”
“What?”
“You can’t leave the table until you’ve eaten all your food.” He leans close to my face. “Finish your meal.”
“No.”
He leaves the chair in a flash, gripping the back of my neck and pushing my face into the carpet.
“Lick it the fuck up,” he growls in my ear.
I whimper as he applies more pressure, but still I refuse.
“You won’t win this battle, little birdie.”
He twists my arm up my back as he maneuvers behind me, forcing me to my knees. He jerks my shorts and bikini bottoms down.
“It’s going to bring me so much joy breaking you.”
“What are you doing?” I ask, whimpering.
He positions his erection at the entrance of my ass. “I’m sure being fucked in the ass with no lube hurts like a motherfucker.”
He thrusts forward. The searing pain is unbearable.
“Art, no! It hurts so bad!”
“And that’s only the tip. Imagine how painful it’ll be if I penetrated you fully. Do you want me to make you bleed?”
“No!”
“Then. Lick. The. Carpet.” He emphasizes each word.
My tongue darts out, licking up his essence.
“This is going to be a long six months if you continue to fight me.” He releases me and moves back to his chair.
“You could’ve broken my arm.” I glare at him while rubbing my sore limb.
“Fix your clothes and have a seat. I need to go over the rules with you.”
