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Her eyes are closed, and I look up at the mirror behind her that allows me to see the show. “Fuck, you’re so pretty on your knees. Drooling all over yourself. I bet that pussy of yours is just as wet as your mouth.”
Her hands fist tightly together, her legs tucked underneath her, and I can only imagine how the rope feels rubbing against her pussy every time I force her head to move since I have it tied to her collar.
The sound of the office door opening has her trying to pull away, but I press her head down, my cock hitting the back of her throat, and she gags, lifting her hips off the floor. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” I encourage her. “But you’re not done until I’m coming all over that pretty face.”
She fights me, gagging again, and the action has her throat constricting around my cock like a vise. I groan, pushing her head down even more and feel my dick force its way farther. “Goddamn…” I push it even more. I watch amazed as the tip of her nose almost touches my jeans. She’s got a little more to take, but that’s good enough for today’s training session.
I hold her there as I feel my balls tighten, and just when I think she can’t take anymore and is about to puke, I pull out, grip my pierced dick, and come on her face just like I said I was going to.
FORTY-THREE
ASHTYN
I’m on my knees, gasping to breathe. My stomach muscles are tight, my body shaking and pussy throbbing.
He fucked my face. I tried to prove to him how good I could be. That it was like old times, but I failed. My body wasn’t prepared no matter how hard I tried to tell myself it was okay. Kashton was right. I’ve spent more time on my back than my knees.
My head hangs forward, my eyes shut because there’s cum all over my face. I feel his hand on my drool-covered chin, and he pushes my head back. “Look at me,” Saint speaks.
I shake my head, and his fingers grip my sore cheeks painfully hard. “Open your fucking eyes, Ashtyn,” he orders this time. His voice is deeper, rougher, and it sends a shock to my swollen cunt.
I slowly pry my cum-covered lashes open and blink rapidly. It burns.
I realize he’s now out of his chair and standing in front of me. “That’s a good girl.” He softens his voice, and I whimper. “Stand. Let’s get you dressed.”
He helps me to my shaking legs, and I stare at the keyboard on his desk, unable to look around the room. I know we’re not alone. I heard someone enter before he came on my face.
Wrapping the robe around my trembling shoulders, he then ties the sash tightly high on my waist. Grabbing what’s left of my once tight pony, he ushers me out of the office and to the elevator. We both stay silent as we ride it up. I can feel my skin tightening on my face as his cum dries and hardens. It’s itchy. I swallow, and it makes me flinch. My throat is so tender that I leave my mouth open. If I drool, I drool. Not like I haven’t already.
We step off the elevator, and I see the hallway where my room is. I almost cry in relief. He’s going to fuck me. My body is begging for a release. My pussy needs to be used like my face was.
He places his thumb on the outside of the door, and I realize his thumbprint unlocks the door. It pops open, and he pulls me inside.
We pass the bed and go straight to the bathroom. He turns me to face the mirror, and I try to pull away, but he yanks my head back. His free hand undoes the sash, so the robe falls to the floor. “Saint—”
He shoves me forward, my hips hitting the edge of the counter, and it bends me at the waist. I cry out as it pulls the rope and the collar.
“Look at yourself, sweetheart,” he says much more gently than his hands are being. He pushes the side of my face, smashing my cheek into the cold mirror. “Go ahead. Look at my cum all over that pretty face of yours.”
My face slides against the cool glass, and I can’t hold in the tears that stream from my eyes like waterfalls, smearing the dried cum. At least they’ve washed out my eyes. They still burn, though. He pulls me back and forces me to look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot like I spent all weekend drinking and getting high.
His meet mine in the mirror as he stands behind me, holding me in place. “I want you to shower and wash up. Once done, I’ll have Jessie bring you some food.”
I hate that my stomach drops. He’s not going to fuck me. It’s about him.
He smirks, noticing the look on my face. He yanks me to stand, spins me around, and grabs my chin. Shoving my back into a wall, he smashes my tied arms in the process. His body presses into mine as he speaks. “This should be a given, but I’m going to tell you anyway. You do not touch yourself in any way. Do you understand?’
He can’t expect me not to give my body what it wants. He never had a problem with watching me get myself off before. “Saint—”
“It’s a yes or no answer, Ash.” He interrupts me before I even get the chance to beg him.
“Yes,” I whisper, licking my swollen lips and tasting his dried cum. It makes me gag, and he chuckles.
“If I find out you’ve done so, you’ll be punished, sweetheart.”
This is a trick. He knows I love punishments. “How?” I can’t help but ask.
He smirks. “You will be placed in restraints at all times when out of my sight.”
