“I’m just trying to see how much experience you have. If you obey me, if you do everything to my satisfaction, I will not hurt you.” His gentle caresses made me release a long breath, and my eyes fluttered closed. For the first time in I didn’t know how long, my muscles relaxed. “That’s good. Just relax.” His fingers worked through my hair for a long time, then I got used to hispresence. I loved the way his aftershave smelled.It’s going to be fine, he’ll be gentle. I want this.I liedto myself.
“Now… Take my cock in your hands.”
I opened my eyes to a commanding gaze that told me I had no choice. Another whimper escaped me. I shook my head, with tears filling my eyes and watering my already unclear vision of him. Images of prom night rushed through my mind.I don’t want to do this.The fact that the doctor had also forced me to come at his will, didn’t help either.
I jerked my head from his hold, flattening my back against the cold wall, cringing, and tensed my body as a thousand memories invaded my reality. “It’s happening again. I can’t. God. I can’t. Please… Sir. I—” The words burst out of me as fat tears fell. I couldn’t back farther away. Emotions surfaced—self-disgust and the need to leave this world. No! God, it had been years, and it was still just as horrible. “No. No, I can’t. I haven’t—I can’t. I can’t,” I wept.
“Shhh. Little One. Obey me.” His palm rested on my cheek, turning me toward him. He wanted me to please him. “Don’t test me now.”
I didn’t want to do this at all. The smell of his anticipation and cum disgusted me.If you do everything to my satisfaction, I will not hurt you. I just have to obey and find a way to escape. No prison is ever a hundred percent secure.
There’s always a way out, and I will fucking find it!
Anger overtook me, giving me the courage to take his big cock in my hands, to get this over with so I could be left alone. I was surprised at how hard it was, and curiosity reigned over everything else when I felt the length, veins, texture, and the wetness at the tip. His head tilted all the way back and he took a deep breath when my thumb caressed the wet end of it, slipping up and down over the small opening.
“Are you proud of what you’ve done to me?” he asked while panting. I knew he was referring to how hard I’d made him. Despite the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling, his thumb didn’t stop caressing my cheek at the same calm speed.
“Put it in your mouth, Little One.” His other hand moved to my nape, raking into my hair, cupping my head. As I moved my mouth and tongue along the length of him, he struggled to withstand the teasing. A brief high-pitched moan spurted from him, and his chest heaved.My body immediately heated at how helpless he sounded.
“Come on…” he gritted out, seeming frustrated with my slow speed. I quickened it a little, allowing my lips to envelope him, and slid it in and out of my mouth, unable to take his full length. He squeezed my hair, tugging a bit, so I bobbed faster.
“Take my balls in your other hand.”
I obeyed, tightening my hold on his cock, and massaged his heavy balls. My jaw soon ached, still recovering from the use of the ball gag for days. Relief filled me when he moaned from the dual sensations.
Although I hated the salty taste dripping into my mouth, the sounds he made profusely affected me. My insides ached and heated, my nipples pebbled. A need to please him built inside me. The hot desire spread until I couldn’t deny I wanted something inside me despite my disgust.
In an instant, I was no longer with Sir, I was in the forest with Mael’s other friend Sylban fucking my mouth while he laughed.
Sir’s dick muffled my scream as I tried to pull away, but he didn’t allow it. A sob poured out of me. His every touch burned my skin, and there was not enough space between us. He pulled my back and hair, forcing me to look up at him. His hard, wet cock fell from my lips. “Did you remember something bad?”
“Yes—” I gasped. “Sir.”
“No one else will ever have this much patience with you. No one. You need to take it in your mouth and suck on it as if your life depends on it because it does.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“It’s okay. It’s your week. Let’s start again.”
I obeyed him, appreciating his patience, taking as much as possible in my mouth, no longer curious and just wanting this to end. “If you do a good job, I will have a surprise for you,” he sang, then his breath hitched and began racing again. His hand once again took my hair, and he pushed himself deeper and deeper until the tip of him made me gag and cough.
“That’s it. You’re going to be so good at this,” he groaned while holding me in place with his dick so deep in my throat it blocked my breathing. I moaned to let him know I needed to breathe, but he ignored my pleas. I slapped his hips again and again and attempted to dig my nails into his groin, but I had no nails to hurt him with.
Tears trailed down my cheek. The hot, agony in my jaw relaxed a little when he pulled out. A glob of my saliva hung between my mouth and his cock. I only got a quick breath in and out before he pushed himself back into me.
“Stop trying to breathe. I will let you breathe when you deserve it.” I hit him again, telling him I couldn’t take it anymore, but he ignored it. He repeated his actions, quickly out, then back in. I swallowed, trying not to vomit, but he was much deeper this time. I fought him, pushing and lowering my body, but he held me. My protests devolved from anger to pleading and sobbing.
“Hmmm. Your throat is so hot and tight when you scream like that. Keep doing it. I want to see something.” He thought I was screaming for his pleasure? He allowed me three gasps before plunging even more of himself into my throat, and waitedfor my silence to end, for me to surrender into panic and hysteria, into hell.
The longer I did not give him what he wanted, the deeper he pushed. More than just the tip swept in and out of the curve of my throat. Then he slipped out less than an inch, relieving the pressure, but it didn’t last. His thrusts gained speed, drawing “Guug, gugg, gugg” from me. Despite the fear that he’d kill me like this, my body responded, clamping. I was hot and wet down there. It ached. Why was I responding to this when I hated it? When just minutes ago I was having an episode over it? What the fuck? I squeezed my pussy hard, trying to get rid of the frustrating ache building inside of it, spreading, but it did nothing.
He grew more aggressive, pushing it deeper and holding it there. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to breathe, needed this to end, so I succumbed by screaming as hard as I could.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Mmm…” While I screamed over torture, he moaned over the pleasure it gave him. He licked his lips, then dug his teeth into the lower one. “Good girl. Yes, that’s it.” The praise was almost a growl. The way he said those two words heated my pussy to no end. His cock was drenched, my spit dripping from it. I gasped for air, needing to fill my lungs to the fullest to relieve the burning, then looked up at him.
“Just like that. I want you looking up at me like that and screaming just how you just did. I want to feel your vocal chords squeezing the life out of my cock.” He paused while trying to catch his breath. “You just don’t understand, do you?” I didn’t answer, just waited for the explanation. The way his hair was falling with curls at the ends, surrounding that face was like a beautiful dream. “You look fucking gorgeous when you’re helpless and desperate, Little One. You’re fucking addicting. Don’t hate me for it.” Sir grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard Ihad no choice but to do as he wanted, to scream for him, then he shoved his cock into my mouth and throat.
