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He was too strong. She'd started out light-headed, but finally forced her jaw open when the burn in her chest became too great. Jake didn't respond immediately, making sure she was punished with the lack of precious oxygen for her refusal to take him in her mouth.
When he yanked her face up by her hair, Hannah gulped in several breaths of air before being tugged back forward. There was no seduction. There was only a deep-throat thrust that went so far she gagged, spluttering around his flesh while tears streamed down her face. She tested the bindings, hoping she could free a hand to push him away, but her arms could not break free. She struggled until his hands gripped either side of her head, holding her still so he could pump his erection into her open throat.
He was brutal in his possession. She had to fight for every precious pocket of air, desperate to remain conscious while her new boss face-fucked her for what felt like an eternity. His grunts of exertion mingled with her near constant slurping gags as copious amounts of spittle and phlegm spilled down Hannah's chin and onto her naked tits. Her jaw ached.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
She scrunched her eyes tighter, hoping to block out what was happening to her. She couldn't bear to look into his icy blue eyes now knowing what he was capable of. When she didn't comply, the face-fucking halted, his cock thrust into her throat, cutting off her air supply. She swallowed subconsciously, trying to clear the passageway supplying precious air. Jake's erotic moan told her he was enjoying the contractions around his cock. She told herself to resist in the only way she could, which was to refuse until she passed out, but the fear of what Jake Davenport would do to her lifeless body terrified her more.
The burn in her oxygen-deprived lungs got the last say, forcing her to pry open her eyes to find his crazed expression as he used her mouth to chase his own pleasure. His pupils were black with raw power and domination. For the first time, she wondered if she was even going to leave this house alive.
His physical domination wasn't enough. He had to add words to complete her humiliation. "I am a very lucky man, Hannah. I'm a fucking machine. My cock is my weapon of choice. I can fuck almost twenty-four hours a day if I want to. That means I need to surround myself with ready holes. I have many employees, and every one of them knows that their holes are mine to command. Many crave it... most even enjoy it... but my favorites are just like you. Good girls who try to fight their true nature. Naughty girls who need training and discipline. Yes, Hannah, I look forward to debasing you very much. Tonight is just the beginning. Soon, you'll beg me for it. Now drink my first cum."
His words were straight out of a horror movie. They mingled with the drugs, lack of oxygen, and hot strands of cum filling her mouth to render her helpless. She felt a foreign sense of peace wash over her as she did the only thing she could in that moment—surrender to his will.
She zoned in and out of consciousness as she lay limp, allowing Jake to untie her arms and carry her body across the office towards the expanse of his desk. Only now did she notice a wedge shaped bolster in the center of the desk. It was two feet tall at the peak and looked oddly out of place until Jake started to lay her face down, her hips centered at the top, thrusting her ass high into the air.
She was weak, her feeble attempts to scramble away almost a joke. Jake easily pressed her body down while reaching to bring up fleece-lined wrist restraints already attached to the heavy-gauge rings on the left side of the desk. Once he had her arms restrained, pulled several feet apart, he released her, knowing she wasn't going to get away.
She heard the sobs and knew they were her own. The man was evil. She could see the crazy detachment in his eyes as he slid his gaze across her naked flesh. It was a look she had the misfortune of knowing all too well, and one she had prayed she'd never see again. The only good thing about living through the horrors she had, as a teenager in Ohio, was that she'd learned how to go to her secret place. No matter what was happening to her body, she'd found a way to lock her mind away in a safe box. But Hannah was out of practice, and the drugs weren't making it any easier. As Jake pulled her last limb wide to expose her bare pussy, she fought to leave the room behind.
His words made it impossible. "It didn't need to be like this tonight, Hannah. Remember that. You disobeyed, so you need to be corrected. I have more ways of correcting you than you can possibly imagine. This is just the beginning. The important thing to remember is that you asked for this with your disobedience."
I didn't get my shoes off in time. He's certifiably insane.
She closed her eyes, making it easier to hear the swish of his leather belt being pulled from his pants. She held her breath, dreading the first contact against her already sore backside. Tension built until she felt like her heart would beat out of her chest.
The bastard waited until she pried her eyes open to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing. He'd been waiting for her. The heated lust shining back at her from his expression was alarming. He hadn't bothered to put his cock back in his pants and already it was close to fully erect again, ready to pierce its next hole, as Jake had so poetically put it.
A sadistic smile turned his lips into an ugly snarl just as he pulled his right arm back and unleashed a full force lash across her tender buttocks. If she hadn't seen the leather in his hand, she'd have sworn he had set a line of fire across her skin.
Her already sore throat strained under her blood-curdling scream. Jake blurred before her as tears filled her eyes, spilling onto the desk below. He gave her no time to recover, pulling back and delivering a second lash, slightly lower. She was grateful for the fleece-lined restraints, because the excruciating pain had her flailing like a madwoman to be released. Without the fleece, her wrists and ankles would be bleeding.
Jake's sadistic taunts somehow made it through her foggy mind. "You're as perfect as I'd hoped, Hannah. Your pale skin marks beautifully." Another lash. Another scream. "Your tears are like an aphrodisiac to me. Look how hard I am again for you. For your pussy and your tiny butthole." He stopped long enough to stroke his erection lovingly, the gentleness in direct contrast with the severe punishment he delivered. "Take your medicine like a good girl, baby."
Medicine? The man is a whacko.
"Please... stop... enough..." She choked out pleas, her throat raw from screaming.
"Idecide when it's enough."
"Don't I get a safeword?" How had she even come up with that thought?
"That implies we're playing." He took time out for another lash, this time edging higher, closer to her back before continuing. "I assure you, Hannah, there is nothing playful about this. I am experienced. I know what you can take." Another lash. Another scream. "I know what you need. We stop when I say so. Not a minute before."
Fresh sobs overtook her at the hopelessness of the situation. The belting went on so long, her ass gradually began to feel numb, for which she was grateful. She knew that if she survived this night, she'd have welts and bruises for many days. The punishment continued on for so long that her tormentor took a break to unbutton his shirt sleeves and roll them up before delivering at least another dozen cracks, this time to her sit-spots and upper thighs, where he found a fresh canvas for his evil form of art.
By the time she heard the belt fall to the floor, the athletically fit Jake Davenport was breathing heavily, as if he'd just finished a workout at the local gym. Perspiration beaded on his brow and he reached into the top drawer of his desk to pull out a hand towel.
The fact that he was prepared with a towel reminded Hannah that she was almost certainly not the first innocent woman to find herself lewdly displayed for his violent attention, and she assumed she wouldn't be the last, either.
This realization didn't bring her comfort.
Anger bubbled up inside her; the thought that whoever had gone before her should have found a way to stop the bastard, if not to protect themselves, then to stop him from brutalizing other women... like her. In that moment, she vowed she would find some way to stop him. She couldn't control who had gone before her, but she could damn well try to prevent someone else from living through the kind of hell she found herself in.
The sound of Jake's voice startled her. It took her a few seconds to realize he was talking on his mobile phone. His even voice betrayed nothing of the evil he'd perpetrated in the privacy of his own home. It sounded like he was talking to another employee, and she wondered if he'd ever whipped them so severely and, if so, what could possibly make someone continue working for a man like Jake.
"I'm getting started breaking in my newest accountant. I'll need to drop her off and then I'll head over to the warehouse. We can do a final run through for Thursday night. We can't afford any loose ends like we had last month, you got it?"
