“I know your pussy is begging me to make it come. Except I’m not here to give you what you want. I’m here to get what I want, and what I want is not for your pussy to beg, but for you to beg me.”
I gasp when he reaches down and pushes two fingers into my pussy. “So tight and wet,” he murmurs into my ear. “So, does this pussy want to come?”
I moan when he takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs. “Oh, fuck.”
“Oh, what?” he says, thrusting in and out of my pussy with two fingers.
“Yes, please,” I murmur.
“Yes, what?”
He’s taunting me, trying to get me to go to my knees. I’ll go with it … make him think I’m easy. Make it look like I’m conquered. Even though, in reality, I’m still itching to claw my way through him.
“Can I come, please?” I moan, as he circles around inside me.
“Hmm … Where do you want to be touched?” he asks. “There … or there.” He moves his finger to my clit, pressing down on it and rubbing it, making it throb with excitement.
“There! God, yes,” I moan, unable to control my words.
I can’t deny that it feels good, even though I hate him for what he did. My body craves his touch, and my clit loves the attention he’s giving. His grip on my throat only grows stronger, more powerful, overtaking me as I gasp for air and for the impending orgasm. The more he teases my pussy and licks my neck, the more eager I am to do what he wants; even though it goes against everything that I stand for. After what he just did to me, coming should be the last thing on my mind. Instead, it’s the first.
“C’mon, Princess. Come for me,” he growls. “Do it now!”
My body responds to his voice alone, convulsing on his command. I fall apart in his arms, barely able to keep standing as waves of ecstasy flow through me. The warm water of the shower tingles on my skin, making me hyper-alert of his fingers caressing my body, keeping me standing. He spins me on my feet. I blink a couple of times, and when I open my eyes, he’s smiling broadly at me.
“Good little Princess … finally listening to what I tell you to do. A little cold water is all it took for you to obey me.”
“Oh, fuck you …” I mutter, still trembling from my orgasm.
He narrows his eyes, “Say that again, and I’ll keep you under a cold shower for an entire day.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t.”
“What are you going to do about it?” he muses, taunting me.
He’s still reveling in the fact that he won and that he’s in control. It’s almost as if it’s a drug to him or something … like this is what he’s been longing for all this time.
He kisses my cheek, still rubbing my pussy. With his other hand, he holds my arm as he leans in to whisper, “On your knees.”
I don’t have the chance to do it on my own. His hand’s already forcing me down, making me drop to my knees. His hard-on is right in my face, bobbing up and down when he sees me glancing at it.
“Are you that eager?” He licks his lip, biting on his lip ring. “Go on then. Have a taste.”
I look up. “I can’t.” I jerk my arm. “My arm would be contorted.”
He smiles, gazing at me with half-mast eyes. “And you think I’m going to free you?” He laughs. “Not a chance.” And then he steps closer, pushing his cock right up in my face. “This should give you enough space. Now open that mouth before I force it open.”
I don’t even want to know how he’d force it open, so I think the safest option is doing it myself. The moment my lips part, his cock pushes in, not giving me a second to adjust. The salty taste of his pre-cum drips on my tongue as he slides into my mouth with ease.
“You have such a pretty mouth,” he says. “Why use it for useless talks if it can suck a cock?”
He grabs a fistful of my hair and holds onto my head as he pushes in and out of my mouth, his cock throbbing with excitement. “You gonna pleasure me, Princess? Gonna make me explode in your throat?”
I shake my head, but he thrusts in nonetheless. “You should have nodded,” he muses, and then he pinches my nose, closing off my only airway. Shoving his cock into the back of my throat, he keeps it there, making me gag. I can’t breathe, and the only thing I can think about is wanting him to come quickly, so it’s over.
But why is it when I think of him coming that my pussy thumps? This shouldn’t turn me on.
“Bad girls get punished by having a cock down their throat. And you’ve been a very, very bad girl, Vanessa,” he says, his voice so low that it gives me goosebumps.
Somehow, his dirty words don’t seem as much of a punishment as what he did before. They actually make me want to do this to avoid further punishment that involves pain.
When he takes his cock out, I cough and suck in much-needed air.
“Take it like a good girl and you’ll get the cum you need,” he growls.
He groans as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, making me choke on my own saliva. With one hand, he holds onto my hair like a ponytail, shoving my face into his groin.
He grabs my chin and tilts my head. “Look at me when I’m fucking your face, Princess.”
His piercing eyes make me want to come again.
Jesus Christ, what has he done to me?
I can smell the salty tang of pre-cum and sweat; hot water streams down my body, hardening my nipples and rushing down my sensitive clit, and for some reason, I like it. I’m being face-fucked, and it all seems so unreal. Nobody has ever done this to me, and the weird thing is that I don’t even mind.
“Want my cum that much, Princess?” he says, taking his cock out to give me a second to breathe.
I gasp but don’t have time to respond as he thrusts back in again. I have trouble taking him because he’s huge, and I can feel the metallic barbell piercing in the back of my throat.
Suddenly, he slaps my cheek softly. “Take it,” he growls. “You know how to suck a cock, now fucking use that filthy tongue of yours. Put it to good use.”
His groans become louder and louder as my tongue swivels across his length. I don’t know why hearing his voice creates goosebumps on my skin, but it does.
“I’m gonna fucking come down your throat, Princess. Bad girls only get cum for dinner,” he growls, thrusting faster and faster.
I can’t keep up; I’m gagging and covering his cock in my spit, but this only seems to make him hornier. The look on his face has me mesmerized, and he’s forcing me to witness how he looks when he comes in my mouth. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic … so fucking filthy that I can’t help but want it.
“Yes, Princess, suck my cock like a good girl.”
I can feel his cock pulsate on my tongue, ready to burst. He howls and he grabs my hair with both hands and shoves my face right up to his base. Then he explodes in my mouth, a jet of seed spouting into the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“Yes, yes! Fucking choke on my cum!” he growls. The spurts keep coming, filling up my mouth to the point of overflowing. “Swallow it all!” he says, slapping my cheek again. “Don’t spill a fucking drop.”
I do what he says. Not just because he demands it, but also because I want to. It actually tastes good.
His flaccid cock slowly slips from my sore mouth and he wipes the remaining cum off my cheek and pushes it into my mouth. “I told you to eat it all.”
“Sorry,” I say when he takes his finger from my mouth again.
For a moment, I think I spot a faint smile, but it vanishes all too quickly.
He holds out his hand, and for a few seconds, I don’t know what to do. But then he signals me to take it and I do. He helps me up, which I didn’t expect. Why is he being so nice now, even though he said he wasn’t? And then I realize it’s because he is nice. He just doesn’t want to be.
He’s taking his anger at his own emotions out on me.
Maybe there is a part of him that still likes me.
While I contemplate the possibilities, he grabs the soap and starts washing me like a doll he needs to clean. He’s meticulous and doesn’t skip a spot, making sure to give special attention to my sizzling hot ass and ample breasts. He seems to enjoy it a little too much. I wonder what he’s planning … this is unlike him. It’s as if he’s grooming me for something. Molding me into whatever he desires so I’ll more easily accept his plans.