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“You want to serve me?” he asks, his voice cruel.
“Yes,” I manage to croak out.
“Then use these tits to make me come.”
Finally, Kellan lets go of my nipples. I gasp in air as I grab onto his thighs. The pain lingers, but it’s not nearly as intense.
When I don’t immediately move to obey, Kellan slaps me across the face. “Now, you worthless slut.”
I grab the lube as I blink back more tears. They’re involuntary, brought on by the sharp sting emanating from my cheek. Still, I can’t deny the heat growing between my legs.
As the cold lube hits my chest, I take a deep breath. My thighs are growing wetter by the second, slick with my own desire. I want him to hurt me more—to say more cruel things to me—but all Kellan does is watch me with a disinterested stare. I smear the lube over my breasts before wiping the excess liquid off on his dick.
“I’m waiting,” Kellan says boredly.
I lean in, grabbing my breasts and wrapping them around Kellan’s cock until it’s enveloped in the soft flesh. Then, slowly at first, I begin moving up and down.
“That’s more like it.” Leaning back, Kellan closes his eyes and places his hands on the armrests of the chair. He doesn’t even look at me—doesn’t even acknowledge that I’m using my body to please him.
To him, I’m not a body—that would require me being a person.
I’m an object. Nothing more.
God,it’s so hot.
As I continue stroking his cock in between my breasts, I reposition my hands so my fingers can gently rub against my nipples. They’re sore from Kellan abusing them, but the cool wetness from the lube on my fingers comes as a welcome relief. I moan, swiping my fingers back and forth.
Kellan’s eyes crack open. “I thought you wanted to please me.”
“I do.”
“Then don’t touch yourself. I want you dripping and needy and unable to do a single thing about it.”
I whimper in halfhearted protest, but I move my fingers away from my nipples. However much I want to get some type ofpleasurable sensation out of this, I want to be used even more. Some would call me sick, but I love that Kellan is getting off on depriving me.
“Go faster,” he commands. He’s keeping his eyes open now, probably to make sure I obey.
My knees ache from being on the hardwood floor, but Kellan doesn’t care. All he wants is to see me squirm with need while I get him off. So I do my best to go faster, although the position isn’t exactly conducive to it, and I get tired quickly.
“Useless,” he grumbles when my movements grow sloppy. “I have to do everything myself, don’t I?”
Kellan shoves me back, forcing me onto my ass. His feet connect with my shoulders until he knocks me onto the ground. My back hits the hardwood, and I let out a surprised yelp.
He didn’t use a ton of force—it barely even hurt—but it reminds me just how much stronger he is than I am. And when Kellan moves from the chair to on top of me in one fluid movement, I gulp. He doesn’t need my obedience. He could force me to do whatever he wanted, and I’d have no choice but to comply.
He wouldn’t, though,I remind myself as he straddles my upper body.Not anymore. He’ll stop if you need him to.
Kellan takes my breasts into his hands and squeezes them over his cock. He lets out a deep groan as he starts fucking them. His thrusts are violent, his grip on my breasts painful.
“Are you really going to lay there like a lifeless doll?” he growls. “Or are you going to put in some effort?”
With a gasp, I grab my breasts and replace his hands. He leans forward then, placing his hands on either side of my head for balance.
It feels…good.I love the way his cock feels against my skin as he slides in and out of my breasts. Even when Kellan spits on my face again, my thoughts of disgust and shame quickly morph into a type of euphoria I’ve been craving for years.
“Use me, master,” I whisper, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Take whatever you want from me.”
“Oh, fuck,” Kellan grunts. He lets out a breathless groan as his movements slow.
