The burn in my flesh intensifies but it's the humiliation that really gets to me.
"I'm not done."
He spanks me two more times until tears start to fall. He turns me around to face him. The cold fury in his expression hasn't lessened. I grew up around dangerous men but I’ve never experienced such an intense spike of fear as I do now.
"Get on your knees."
"Gabriele." Something about his tone makes me take a step back. I raise my hands placatingly. Please."
Still I hesitate, unsure whether he might actually hurt me. My heart shudders. I let out a sob and sink to the floor.
Gabriele unfastens his pants and frees his cock. It's clear what he plans to do. In spite of myself, I lick my lips as I stare at his impressive erection.
"Open your mouth," he demands.
I part my lips and he slides his cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I gag as he chokes me with it.
"Breathe through it." His voice is not unkind but he's not about to show mercy.
I close my eyes and steady my breath as he pulls out a little then pushes back in.
"Look at me," he commands. "I want to watch while I fuck your face."
I reach up to grab his ass, to anchor myself, but he bats my hands away.
"Hands behind your back and keep them there."
With my mouth stuffed full of his cock, I can't argue. I bring my hands around to my back and interlock my fingers, the action pushing my breasts forward. Gabriele murmurs approvingly and I take comfort in knowing I'm doing something right.
He fucks my mouth with signature ruthlessness. I hollow my cheeks as I try to suck, to enhance his pleasure, to make amends. I can't keep up with his rhythm. He possesses my mouth completely. It goes on and on. Tears stream down my face as I look to him for reassurance and find only harshness in his expression.
Suddenly Gabriele stills. His cock jerks and he groans as he spends inside my mouth. The taste is odd but not unpleasant.
"Show me," he demands as he withdraws from my mouth.
Tilting my head back, I part my lips so he can see his seed on my tongue.
"Swallow every drop."
I do as I'm told. Gabriele reaches out and caresses my cheek. I can't help it. I lean into his touch.
"Good girl," he murmurs before pulling his hand away. He tucks himself back into his pants. "Learn your place, Katya. Things will go better for you if you do."
A tear slides down my cheek. Something moves in Gabriele's expression, a flicker of emotion I can't read. Then he turns and walks away.
The quiet click of the door is worse somehow than if he'd slammed it. He promised I’d never have to fear violence from him. I suppose this isn’t what he meant though I can’t yet see the distinction.
I remain on the floor, staring down at the ugly Persian rug. I don’t know how long I stay there but enough time passes that the trembling in my legs subsides.
The shock I felt fades, gradually giving way to defiance.
Learn my place? I snort derisively and toss my hair back over my shoulder.
If Gabriele thinks my place is on my knees he's got a shock coming. I bow down to no one.
Not even him.
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