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I stare at him. “What?”
“Do you want to suck it?” His gaze meets mine, his tone challenging. “I thought I’d give your mouth a break, considering the state your face is in. But I can always change my mind.”
“No,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “I—thank you, Dean.”
A gratified smile spreads over his face. “Good girl. Drop that towel, and come get on the bed.”
I don’t bother arguing. I let the towel fall, and I can see his gaze raking over me, taking in my full, C-cup breasts, my flat stomach, the curve of my hips, the small gap between my thighs, my shaved pussy. I watch his cock stiffen in his hand, the veins standing out, pulsing with his lust, and that quiver sweeps through me again, my own arousal answering his until I can feel it starting to gather on the inside of my thighs, my skin sticky with it.
“Come on,” Dean says impatiently. “I want to get off, Athena. I have an early day tomorrow, and I’m fucking horny. So come here, so I can come and get some sleep.”
I nod, walking as quickly as I can towards the bed. My muscles are screaming at me, my entire body completely exhausted. Still, I climb onto the bed anyway, straddling Dean’s knees and looking down at the swollen, reddened head of his cock.
“Spit on it,” Dean commands again. “Now, pet.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper. That quiver sweeps through me again, followed by a flush of hot embarrassment as I gather up the moisture in my mouth and let it fall in a long string down to the head of his dick, watching as my saliva runs down the shaft and he starts to stroke himself. The wet sound of his palm only adding to my humiliation. You’d think it would be empowering, spitting on the man who forces me to do these things, I think ruefully to myself. But it’s not. It’s embarrassing and somehow arousing all at once, as Dean orders me to do it again.
“Now lean back,” he orders. “Spread your legs wide, so I can look at that pretty pussy of yours.”
I obey, flushed red and hot as I force myself to lean back on my elbows, spreading my thighs wide so that he has a clear view down between my legs.
“With your fingers,” he growls, his hand moving faster now. “Spread yourself, Athena. Touch yourself if you want with your other hand. I don’t care.”
I’m not going to,I tell myself as I reach down with my left hand, spreading my outer pussy lips so that he can see me clearly. I don’t care how much I might want to. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of watching me come from this.
“You’re so wet,” Dean murmurs, his voice hoarse and deep now as he rubs his palm over the head of his cock, spreading his own pre-cum down the shaft to mix with my spit. “Look at that hard, red little clit. I can almost see it throbbing.” He smirks. “You can pretend all you want that you don’t want this, pet, but you do. You want this cock so fucking bad.” He squeezes himself hard, stroking faster as his other hand slides between his legs to cup his balls, rolling them in his palm. “Fuck, look at that wet little pussy. Do you want me to fuck you? You want this hard cock all the way up inside of that wet pussy?”
He’s panting now, and I shake my head, even as I can feel a gush of arousal between my thighs. Dean lets go of his balls, reaching down between my legs, and I feel him run his fingers between my folds, gathering up my wetness.
I gasp with pleasure. I can’t help it, and when he shoves two of his fingers inside of me, pumping them hard and deep into my core, I can’t stop myself from moaning. He jerks his hand out, smearing my arousal down the shaft of his cock as he keeps stroking, using my wetness as lube.
“You don’t get it tonight,” he rasps, and my body clenches, missing the invasion of his fingers already despite myself. “I’m going to come all over it instead. It’s mine, little pet, to do with what I want. And I want to mark it with my cum tonight.”
Oh god.I’m soaking wet after that, dripping, and I feel tears of shame fill my eyes as I lose all self-control, my right hand going to my clit as he starts to stroke faster, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Yes, Athena,” he growls. “You can’t stop yourself, can you? You say you don’t want me, but you’re such a horny little pet. You can’t even make it through watching me jerk off once without playing with that hard little clit of yours. Keep touching it, Athena, keep on, I’m going to come all over it—”
He groans, pushing himself up on the pillows as he reaches for me, grabbing my hips and yanking me closer so that the head of his cock is almost touching my clit, the hot flesh rubbing against my fingers as I keep touching myself frantically. I shove two of the fingers of my left hand into myself, feeling my hot walls squeeze around my fingers as I thrust them in and out. Dean slaps my right hand away, replacing my fingers with the swollen, velvet head of his cock as he shoves it up against my clit, smearing the leaking pre-cum over me as he jerks it hard and fast, his face flushed red.
“I’m going to come all over you,” he pants. “Tell me you want it, Athena, tell me to come all over your little clit—”
I’m too far gone to fight it. I can feel the orgasm tightening inside of me, my muscles twitching, all of my pain forgotten in the pleasure of my fingers inside of myself, Dean’s cockhead rubbing against my clit, and the thought of his cum spurting, hot and thick over my skin sends me to the very brink.
“Yes!” I sob out, my thighs splaying open, my fingers curled against my G-spot. “Please come on me, Dean, spray your cum all over my clit, all over my pussy, please, I need to fucking come—”
“Oh fuck, Athena—” He growls my name, his hand clenching around his rock-hard shaft, the veins standing out and pulsing as I see his cockhead flare, and then he pushes it up against my clit, the hard little nub rubbing against the flaring hole as his cum spurts out over my drenched pink flesh, hot and burning. I nearly scream with the pleasure of it, my back arching hard and my body collapsing back onto the bed as my hips arch upwards, and I come hard against his cock as it fucks my clit. I grind against his cock as I feel him push it tightly against me, spurt after spurt of his cum drenching me, and before he’s finished, he shoves it inside of me, groaning as he thrusts himself as deeply as he can so that the last rush of his cum coats my insides, his hips thrusting as he grabs my hips and pulls me flush against him, his arm going around my waist so that I’m sitting in his lap.
“This is where you belong,” he murmurs, his hand touching my unhurt cheek as his cock still pulses inside of me. “Naked on my lap, coated in my cum, filled with my cock. This is where my little pet should always be.”
I don’t know if that’s true. But sitting there in his arms, with him still inside of me, awash with pleasure, it’s hard to argue.
I don’t like the idea of the life he has planned for me. But the pleasure these men give me is addicting—and I’m not sure if I can leave it behind.
