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“You are and you will.”
“No. I-I can’t. Look, I’m really sorry I lost my temper but—”
“No buts. You’re not leaving this office until I’ve emptied my balls down your pretty little throat,Candy.”
Fuck.
“I-I’ll quit,” I threaten weakly.
No I won’t.
“We both know you won’t. Besides, even if you do, the outcome will still be the same. Your belly is going to be so full of my cum by the time I’m done that you won’t need a meal for days. So open wide…unless you prefer to be forced?”
Instinct has me rebelling and clamping my mouth closed again, but I’m still on my damn knees and we both know I’m not going anywhere. My core is pulsing and my arousal coats my thighs.Do I like to be forced?Maybe like this, with him.
He smirks at me and takes out his dick, andoh my god,it’s a fuckingbeast.Long and thick, with angry looking veins, and pulsing menacingly.
I lick my lips.
“I can smell your arousal.”
Fuck me sideways, I didn’t expect him to say that.
I gape at him and he pounces, fisting my curls again and pulling my open mouth onto his cock. I splutter and try to pull away, my hands finding his thick thighs and pushing back, but he holds me too tight. His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag, which just makes him groan and push deeper. My eyes water butthatjust seems to spur him on even more as he pulls back and slams into me again and again. It’s not slow or gentle or shallow, and I have zero control.
He doesn’t let up and I start to panic that I can’t breathe. Clawing at his thighs, I try to signal to him to stop. Tomakehim stop. My eyes are streaming, stinging from my mascara running, and I’m about five seconds away from snot bubbles coming out of my nose. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps going. His pace is brutal and relentless and black spots start dancing before my eyes.
Fuck. I’m going to pass out, and I don’t even think that will stop him. Why am I so wet? My nipples are dying for him to grab and squeeze them…. What would it feel like if he slapped my face? It’s the lack of oxygen getting to my brain. It’s making me crazy. I’m notactuallyturned on by this. No way.
He pulls out and I choke, gasping and crying hard, desperately gulping down fresh air and rubbing my thighs together before he grabs my face in his hands, wrenches my jaw open and goes again.
I almost come on the spot.
I whimper and stare up at him through wide, watery, pleading eyes. He growls and pushes deeper. I gag again. Hefucks me harder, punishing me to the point of pain, leaving me feeling bruised and broken and desperate to be filled.
It seems to go on forever. It’s like he’s refusing to come, just to spite me so he can keep going. I desperately try to snatch gulps of air wherever I can, blinded by tears and working on autopilot. My body instinctively submits to him, and I tingle with pleasure from my scalp to my toes.
Giving up control like this feels good. No. Beingmadeto give up control like this is what feels so good. Being forced. I like it.
With a grunt he hits his release, pumping what feels like an endless amount of his seed down my throat, completely bypassing my tongue and my tastebuds. Small mercies I guess. I hate the taste of cum. Hate giving head. Especially like this; being used as a vessel for his pleasure. I couldn’t think of a worse – or better inhiseyes – punishment. But I can’t deny that I’m wet between the thighs and squirming uncomfortably.
It was different with Don. This was…
Hot.
No. Not fucking hot. Horrible. It was horrible and embarrassing and degrading and—
And you fucking loved it.
The realisation makes me want to cry but I can’t explain why. It’s all too much.
When he’s done, he remains in my throat until the need to breathe takes over and my skin prickles with fear. He waits until I’m on the precipice of freaking out and then pulls out.
Turning from me without sparing me a glance, he tucks himself away and fixes his clothes.
And like an idiot, I stay right where I am, recovering. I do wipe my face with the back of my hands though. As I expected, they come away mascara stained. I bet I look like a right state, but at least I don’t have cum on me.
“You should get ready for work,” North says, still without looking at me.
