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“I'm not choosing either thing,” Seven spits out, glaring at our captor.
A sigh. “This is so tiring. Have I not already established how everything works? I say do something, you refuse, I withhold food, you do it, you get fed. Why not skip the suffering part? It's not as though I get some pleasure out of not feeding bad pets.”
“I can'tchooseto hurt her!” Seven roars.
“Then choose the blow job.”
“That's hurting her!”
Our captor laughs. “Oh, sweet, innocent Seven. Wheredidyou come from? She's practically salivating at the idea of being on her knees with my cock in her mouth while you watch and get hard.”
Seven looks at me, and I look away, but I know my face is red, revealing the truth of that sick statement.
“I'm not choosing to hurt her,” Seven says more quietly.
“I've had blow jobs all week, and she was perfectly eager. She's less eager about pain. It's an easy choice.”
“No,” Seven says.
“Fine. I'll leave you two down here a couple of days, and you can decide when I come back.”
I touch Seven's arm. “Master, please. Whatever you choose is okay.”
It's not really. I don't want to be punished. I know what our captor wants, and if Seven gives him any other answer, he'll take it out on me even harder. But I also know by now that if I tell him what to choose, I'll be punished for that, too. It may have taken a while, but I'm getting smarter about how to play his games. I may not be able to win, but at least I can avoid losing.
“Okay, I'm bored.” Our captor turns to go back up the stairs.
“No, please!” I say.
“Blow job,” Seven says quietly.
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Excellent!” our captor says. He moves to sit in a chair a few feet away from the bed right in Seven's line of sight. He unzips his pants and crooks a finger, smug satisfaction painted across his face. And god help me, but his power has started to corrode something inside me and turn me on. His smug arrogance is no barrier to the wetness gathering between my thighs.
“Crawl to me, Pretty Toy.”
I drop to my hands and knees and crawl across the floor, the thrumming excitement between my legs only growing in anticipation. Part of me wants to hide how aroused I am from Seven, but then I realize it will hurt him less if he knows that I'm not beinghurtby this.
So I don't hold back.
When I reach him, I spend a few moments dragging my tongue over his cock as though I have all day and he is my favorite type of candy, which I want to make last forever. He chuckles at this but indulges my languid exploration. I know all the places he's most sensitive, and I lick and kiss and gently suck until I feel the power between us shift the slightest amount, if for only a moment as he groans with the need for more.
His fingers thread into my hair, guiding but not forcing. It's the most surprising and wonderful thing I've learned about him the last few days. Although he’s large, he never tries to choke or gag me with his cock. He doesn't fuck my mouth like some animal. Oral sex is the only time with him where I feel like I have the power. I know I only have it because he allows it, but still, it makes everything between us feel different. It has made it harder and harder to see myself as his captive, even though I'm kept chained beside his bed or in the cell with Seven.
Sometimes I swear he'll sayPleaseif I tease him for too long. But he never does even though I can feel the word screaming out in his mind.
The teasing now leaves no doubt for Seven that I'm not actually suffering through this. Iwantto be here. No matter what it says about me, I like being on my knees in front of him like this, wrapping my mouth around his cock. I devote myself completely to the task now, taking him further down my throat. I relax and let him inside as far as I can take.
I can't take it all, but he doesn't force it all. I know exactly where the pleasure gathers in him, where to focus my attentions. After a few minutes of greater dedication, he comes.
My throat works to swallow as he tries to regain the capacity for speech. When he finally succeeds, the words he speaks goes straight to my core.
“That's right, my sweet whore, take it all. Such a good girl.”
He strokes my throat as I swallow. When I'm finished and pull away from him, he absently strokes my hair, guiding me to rest my head against his thigh. I hate how much I love this affection from him.
I hate how I feel like a puppy, proud of performing a trick properly. And I hate how badly I want him to fuck me right now.
