“Look at me.”
I obeyed. There was that face again. His eyes brow trembled, his eyes reflected the desperation I felt, his lips opened to breathe in more air, all while I choked on him. I slapped his thigh, begging him while seeing blotches in the air, stars, with tears leaking out at the aggression. When I screamed again, he growled loudly, and helplessly angled his head back, moaning again and again.
“Fuck,” he cussed and looked at me again. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Scream for me.”
My body was on fire… for him.
When the tip of his dick reached the end of my throat, inducing my gag reflex, I screamed as hard as possible.
“More, more, more,” he begged continuously. “Fuck. More, Little One. More.” When my eyes started fluttering closed, he pulled out.
The sound only got out when he emptied me of his cock. “I’m going to train you so well that you’ll come the very first time I moan. It’s my mission to save your life by making you the best whore on planet Earth.” He swallowed and panted, his breaths growing louder and louder while screaming. If only he knew my juices were trailing from my pussy down my inner thigh. I hated myself because I knew it wasn’t going to take much training at all.
He withdrew, giving me three breaths and time to sob, but not enough to beg him to please stop. The inside of my mouth and throat throbbed with hot pain. My fat tears mixed with the saliva coating my jaw, chin, and chest.How long was he going to keep doing this to me?
“Try to relax, Little One.” He pushed his cock so deep into my throat that my lips touched his trembling pelvis. Never did Ithink I could possibly take all of him. His teeth dug into his lower lip, and his whole body quaked. A long moan swept out of him as he attempted to press me even nearer to him even though there was no more room left. I couldn’t dig my fingers into his groin any harder. “Scream, Little One,” he growled. “Let out all that rage and fear.”
His sweaty, creased brow quivered and he winced, with closed eyes. Only when he began fucking my throat, did my screams undulate, silenced by each thrust, then released when he’d pull out.
“Now, shut up.” Again, I obeyed him. “Aw… yeah, that’s it. That’s going to be it. Scream. Fuck! Don’t stop, Little One, don’t stop. It feels too fucking—” He gasped. “Gooood, tight like that.”
It was the first time I discovered Sir could go on forever.
I listened to the pleasure mounting in his breathing and his voice when he’d moan and groan, studied his facial expression changing as he neared. His cock throbbed harder and the big vein running down the middle twitched. He gripped my hair so tightly he’d rip out some strands. By the time he was ready, I was sobbing hysterically, losing my mind, no longer feeling like a human being but a used-up, disgusting piece of trash.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and smiled at me while guiding my head so he could fuck my throat even more violently. “Don’t close your eyes. I love watching the tears come out of them while I fuck you.”
I gagged violently, almost vomiting.
“Open your eyes.” Tears streamed out of them continuously. My face was a mess, and loose strands of hair stuck to my cheeks with a mix of tears and saliva.
Pushing against him, I begged him with my eyes to stop, and even screamed. The desperation to make him stop eclipsed the pain on my fingers, so my blood ran down his thighs.
The unending, merciless brutality was such a contrast to how his thumb caressed my cheek or temple, always with the same gentleness and frequency. It became the last thread to my sanity. I held onto it, the kindness, needing it so badly to fool myself into believing he was the guy who saved me that night, that he hadn’t become like them.
“That’s it. That’s it, Little One, scream one more time. Fuck!” His cock engorged and twitched, and I tried to pull away, but he kept me there while his cum slid down my throat. I grabbed a hold of his balls, feeling them shrinking, stiffening, and spasming as he came. When I’d squeeze them just a little, he’d tremble all over and squirm. His cock squirted more cum again and again, filling me while he groaned and moaned with every burst, sounding as if he was going to sob, sometimes holding his breath. “Fuuuccck!”
Blotches filled my vision. I was nauseous, dizzy, and weak to the point of confusion, sure I’d faint. By the time he pulled out, the cum was too deep in my throat for me to do anything other than swallow it. My jaw, cheeks, and throat burned and ached so badly. I tried to massage the pain away, but it was set into my bones. We were both taking heaving breaths. He released me, and I fell stayed sitting on my shins upon the mattress.
I knew he was watching me, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open.What did I just do?I had no choice, I kept telling myself. The part that killed me was that at first, I had enjoyed pleasuring him and my body was still craving his touch. I was extremely hot and soaked, and my swollen clit and pussy lips were relentlessly throbbing.Why? Why was I feeling like this?
“Have you ever enjoyed sex, Little One?”
Goosebumps covered my body, but the ache worsened.While staring at his feet on the floor, I shook my head and muttered, “No… Sir.”
“I’m so honored.” His tone carried mirth. He hooked my palms around his neck and placed his on the underside of my butt cheeks to pick me up and lay me on the bed. “It angers me when you don’t look at me, Little One,” he said as he dried the tears trailing on my cheeks. I met his gaze even though I didn’t want to and watched as he crawled back with a smile that told me he knew my emotions. I was so tired my eyes grew heavy and closed. My entire body descended into what I thought would be heavy sleep. I didn’t even feel it when he opened my legs, hooking his arms around my thighs.
His tongue parted my lips and entered my pussy, then swept up to the very tip of my clit. The buzz that spread through my body somehow became a current that waked me. It was as if he’d injected me with pure adrenaline. I gasped and whimpered, and his gaze slid up to my face.
“Oh. Oh my God,” I whispered. His wet tongue was heaven as it flicked and wet my clit, then entered my pussy again. I’d never felt so much pleasure in my life. It was addicting. “Oh… S-Sir.” Several times, my eyes fluttered close at the pleasure, then I remembered he wanted me to watch him. His tongue soothed the ache, but I found myself needing more and more and more. As my climax quickly stacked, reaching the peak, my hold on his hair tightened, and I found myself pushing my pussy toward his mouth, wanting more every time he flicked too lightly. The entire time, I couldn’t stop calling him until the calling escalated into a scream so loud it hurt my ears.
“Please. Please, Sir.” I didn’t even know what I was begging for, but I needed it. He flicked and sucked harder and harder, satisfying me, taking me so near the peak, only to deny me it by softening and slowing the stimulation, then repeated the cycle. “Fuck. Pl-please, Sir, please,” I sobbed, and begged, wailed, and screamed.
My pussy was wound so tight as the wave of heat that promised eternal happiness rolled through me. My insides fluttered violently, and I lost all control. He stopped and stood. “Get on the floor. On all fours.” It took me a second to return to reality. “Do it!” he yelled as if he were angry with me.
I gasped at the loss and the fear that had replaced my euphoria, then kneeled and flattened my palms on the cold floor.
“You’re going to get fucked like the dirty whore you are. Look at you, begging to get your pussy sucked on. So fucking greedy. Wanting more and more.” He spanked my butt cheek.The sting from his palm made me cringe.
