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I try to dislodge her but it’s impossible with the way they have me tied. Despite knowing I’ll never succeed, I continue to fight, each jerk of my body driving me deeper into her until I’m pressed to the root, the warmth of her body pressing against me from my upper thighs to my lower abdomen. The heat of her skin is nothing short of miraculous.
She shifts, the grip of her cunt pulling at my cock as she lifts. I want to cry when cool air wraps around my dick, proving just how slick she is, how fucking disgustingly turned on she is to be doing this to me.
A sound draws my attention, but I see nothing but more lights when I look to my right. Confused, I look up at her but she’s staring past my head once again.
It seems like a millennium before she looks down at me, but time no longer has the same meaning for me.
“Fucking whore,” I growl the second she pulls the gag from my mouth, but that same familiar but somehow also foreign sound echoes through the room over and over.
It hits me as hard as Pirro’s fist did earlier today when I attempted to fight them when they came into the tiny cell they’ve been holding me in.
We’re being recorded and someone is watching live. Every trill of that sound means the customer is fucking paying more money. It’s a reward for doing exactly what he wants while he watches, no doubt stroking his cock and getting off.
I lock eyes with her, hating the sight of a tear shimmering on the bottom lash of her left eye. She hates this, possibly hates me as much as I hate her. She’s playing a role.
They’ll hurt us both if you don’t fight me.
Her words make perfect fucking sense now.
The thought that I’m victimizing her as much as she is me makes my stomach turn. I haven’t been fed much since being brought here, so there’s no real threat of getting sick, but it doesn’t stop the acid from pooling in my throat.
I jerk to the side, nearly unseating her, but when we lock eyes, she seems to understand that I’ve figured it out.
She lifts her hands, secretly swiping away the tear that was threatening to fall, before tangling her fingers in her wet hair.
She lifts and raises, spearing herself on my cock over and over. I hate that there’s a little pleasure that seeps through all the other pain my body is feeling. I hate that my anatomy plans to take this from her despite my brain knowing it isn’t something she wants.
I clench my fists and jaw, hating myself and everyone else in the entire world for the way my nuts draw up.
“Get the fuck off me, you fucking bitch,” I growl, hating the cha-ching sounds echoing through the room.
It seems the pervert likes what he’s watching, and it makes me wonder if she’ll be mistreated more if the guy likes it, or if she’ll be hurt if he doesn’t.
Considering money always makes me happy, I decide on the former, using every ounce of energy I probably don’t have to spare to try and dislodge her from my body.
All the fight leaves my body when she presses her palms to my chest, her ass lifting and swirling, my cock taking all she has to offer. It feels fucking amazing which is fucked up beyond words. The talent the woman has in her hips makes me sick to my stomach. It feels professional, like a mastered skill, and it makes me go right back to thinking she’s fucking playing me, that she’s a part of Pirro’s fucking group.
After looking past me once again, she leans back, her palms on my thighs as she drags her slick pussy up my length, the angle feeling better than it ever should, considering the details of why this is happening.
I squeeze my eyes shut once again, trying to imagine she’s some whore I picked up at the bar and brought back to my hotel room, but that doesn’t work for me. I switch the fantasy to her being a paid hooker, one who’s giving me exactly what I paid for but it doesn’t fit either.
Relinquishing any sort of power during sex has never been my thing. I have never secretly wished that some bitch would take over in the bedroom, and right now is no fucking different.
“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I threaten, my eyes finding hers once again. “The first chance I get, I’m going to wrap my fucking hands around your throat.”
I snap my mouth closed, my jaw tightening with the first tingle in my nuts.
“I swear it, whore. I’m going to fucking kill you.”
She shakes her head, her mouth hanging open when my body takes over, my hips lifting a fraction of an inch because it’s all I can manage.
