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I know where this is going, and I don’t like it. I clamp my mouth shut.
Sure enough, Victor pulls his cock out and gives it a few strokes. I don’t know how he can do it so calmly when Saint and Angelo are right there. Then Victor looks me dead in the eye and says, “Open your mouth. If you do, you can stay out here for another hour.”
My heart skips a beat. On one hand, I know that I offered to do this in exchange for not having to sleep with their guards, and I’m kneeling to avoid giving a show to the staff. He wants me to be grateful for those smallmercies, and the worst part is that I am.
This could be a whole hell of a lot worse than it is.
“Right in front of them?” I ask, stalling—like they hadn’t all fucked my cunt and my mouth in quick succession before. Like they hadn’t dumped their cum all over my face and humiliated me so thoroughly.
“Right in front of them,” Victor repeats. “But since you don’t want to, I’ll have somebody take your leash and walk you right back to your room.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to,” I snap back, just in time to realize that those words could be interpreted as me saying Idowant to suck his cock. The color returns to my cheeks, staining them red with heat. “I mean, I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.” I open my mouth. It won’t take that long to get him off.
Angelo snickers behind me.
Victor guides my head towards his cock, sliding back his foreskin before he pushes past my lips and onto my tongue. It’s half hard, and I tighten my mouth around it, ready to put all my “slut” skills to good use.
“Don’t suck, don’t lick,” Victor says. “Keep your mouth loose. I don’t want you to get me off. You’re only holding me.”
I blink up at him, not sure what he wants from me. I stop trying to suck on him, but this is ridiculous. How long does he want me toholdhim in my mouth?
Victor takes the leash back from Saint and casually folds it around his hand. “How did the videos turn out?”
“Hot,” Saint replies from right behind me. “You sure you don’t want to just sell them? We could make money and get our point across at the same time.”
I tense. They wouldn’t really sell them, would they? The idea alone is mortifying. It’s bad enough that they’ve felt me up and fucked me and shamed me, but the thought that they might share them with the world horrifies me.
“We’re not selling the videos,” Angelo says. “They’re way too good to share with the masses.”
That’swhy he doesn’t want to sell them? Because he doesn’t want to share them with the masses? It has nothing to do with me or human decency, just with his selfishness. Fuck him. Fuck all three of them. I want to turn and glare at him, but Victor still has a hold on me as he keeps his cock in my mouth.
“We aren’t selling them because they’re still leverage for us,” Victor says. Then he taps my chin. “Open wider. I can feel your teeth.”
Teeth? He hasn’t felt my teeth yet.
I resist for a moment, just long enough to make it clear that it’s still my choice. That I’m doing it because I agreed to, not because he made me.
Who am I kidding? I don’t have a choice at all unless I want to go right back down to that dank basement room.
But it’s easier to tell myself that I do, especially when I reluctantly open my mouth wider.
It doesn’t take long for me to realize exactly why Victor asked me to do this. My jaw starts to ache, and drool slips out of my mouth, along his cock and down my chin in equal measure. Every time I relax and close my mouth even a fraction, Victor taps on my jaw, reminding me to widen without a single word.
It takes a surprising amount of concentration, so much that I lose track of what the men are saying. Their words wash over me while my mind begins to drift. My jaw hurts, my knees hurt. The only thing I can smell is Victor; the only thing I taste is Victor. At first, I stubbornly try to keep my eyes open, but in the end, that feels like too much effort.
I let them drift closed, let myself settle into a haze.
“How are you holding up?” somebody whispers to me. Saint, I think. I feel somebody petting me, but it isn’t Victor. Gentle fingers run along my scalp, then down my back. It feels so nice, and for some reason my eyes start to itch with unshed tears. Even if my mouth weren’t full, I wouldn’t be able to respond. My mind doesn’t want to hold on to any words.
“The collar is nice. She looks very cute.”
Time passes so strangely that it startles me when Victor actually pushes deeper into my mouth. I stir, unsure of how long I’ve been kneeling there in front of him—long enough to whereeverythinghurts as it all comes back into full focus at the change.
Still talking to the other two, he starts to move my head up and down his cock. He doesn’t let me suck on it, instead controlling my mouth and my pace to how he wants it. I’m so out of it that I don’t anticipate his orgasm. Salty bitterness hits my tongue, but I’m still doing my best to keep my mouth wide and loose, so when Victor pulls me off his cock, it all dribbles out.
I blink dumbly and wait, unsure of what I’m meant to do now.
“Damn, she’s gorgeous like this,” Saint says. He starts petting me again, and I lean into his touch despite myself.
