Natalya
“Naughty girls need to be punished.”
He spanks my ass cheeks with even more force and I bite my lip, wishing I could sink my teeth into his hand, but the angle he’s holding it at makes it impossible.
The worst part is that I can feel my thighs getting wet with arousal, because although he’s inflicting pain on me, it’s arousing none the less. It seems that no matter what this asshole does to me, the power he holds over my body is always there, goading me.
He slides two fingers between my thighs and groans. “And it looks like this naughty girl likes being punished.” He makes a tutting sound in my ear. “But then it’s not really a punishment, is it? You can’t enjoy it. That’s not how this works.” His lips tease against my ear lobe, making me shudder. “I’m going to remove my hand and you aren’t going to say a word, got it?”
I do the best I can to nod and he releases my mouth, allowing me to take a gulping breath of oxygen.
“I think I know how to punish you.” He pushes me down onto my knees with my back still to him and then I feel his tongue against my soaking wet pussy.
“What are you-”
He spanks my ass again. “I said not a word,” he growls.
I swallow hard, digging my fingernails into the wood shelf of the bookcase in front of me. Alexander thrusts his tongue and in out of me and it feels like I’m going to burst into flame at any moment.
His fingers rub my clit and I shudder, my back arching as the pleasure he gives me is almost enough for me to forget who is behind me. A guy who wants to degrade me in the most terrible ways imaginable, and yet, I’m putty in his hands.
“Alexander,” I breathe his name.
He yanks a fistful of my hair. “Don’t call me that. I want you to call me, sir.”
I grind my teeth, irritated by the suggestion that I call him that. “Why?”
“Because I own you and you are my pet, and I want you to acknowledge it.” He pulls my hair harder, making my scalp burn. “Let me hear you say it.”
“Sir,” I spit out from behind my teeth, rage and arousal mixing together to make one confusing combination.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
The phrase makes my entire body blaze into an inferno of fire. Alexander praising me like that does something to me that I can’t understand. My stomach flutters and my thighs start to shake as he continues to lick me to climax, his finger lazily massaging my throbbing clit. And then, when I’m sure I’m about to shamefully explode, he stops.
I swallow hard, glancing over my shoulder at him.
Those ice-blue eyes are full of wicked delight. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you expect me to make you come?” Pain claws at my throat as I realize he’s toying with me. After all, this was supposed to be my punishment. “Well, unfortunately, naughty girls don’t get to come.” He yanks my skirt up and grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to my feet. “They do get to choke on cock, though. On your knees.”
My heart hammers erratically as I sink to my knees, realizing that Alexander has already broken me in every way possible because the idea excites me.
“You know what to do,” he says, glaring at me with such hateful eyes.
I unzip his pants and the thick, hard length of him bobs out of his pants, forcing me to clench my thighs together, as need claws at my insides. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft.
“Suck it,” he orders.
I slide the length of him into my mouth and suck on the tip, which results in a manly grunt. “Fuck,” he murmurs, eyes softening as he watches me take his cock into my throat. “That’s right, deep throat that cock like the dirty little slut you are.”
His degrading words should put me off, but it appears I’m broken. Perhaps it’s the years of being tormented by him, but I like being called a slut. It’s weird and confusing and I don’t understand what he’s doing to me, but I know how it feels at this moment. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel special and wanted, even if that’s fucking laughable, considering this man is my tormentor and my bully.
I let him take control as his hand slips into my hair and he uses it to pull my throat onto his cock, choking me like he did in the corridor. Saliva spills down his shaft as he leaks cum down my throat, increasing my arousal as my nipples turn painfully hard.
I’ve been so wrapped up in this sick and twisted encounter, I forgot that my blouse is broken open and my breasts are free.
Alexander’ eyes dip to them and he groans, thrusting harder into my throat. “I like watching those full breasts bouncing up and down while I fuck your hot little throat, bonita.” His breathing is more labored as he takes what he wants, the anger in his eyes no longer evident. All he’s looking at me with is pure, unadulterated desire.
“Oh shit,” he murmurs, the shaft of his cock swelling in my mouth. “I want you to swallow every drop, just like last time,” he growls, as he releases his load right down my throat.
I choke at first, struggling to keep up with the volume of cum. The masculine, salty taste of him drives me insane as he continues to pump into the back of it, draining every drop.
“Such a good girl, swallow it,” he growls, his hands still in my hair. “Swallow every fucking drop.”
I do as I’m told, but some spills out of my mouth and onto my lips.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth and then stares at me for a few moments, his chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath.
And then he stuffs his cock in his pants and turns away, leaving me on my knees with my shirt torn apart, my breasts splaying free of my bra and his cum dripping down my chin. If anyone saw me now, I’d die of embarrassment.
I collapse on the floor, a barrage of emotions hitting me all at once. The worst one is the clawing pain in my chest that feels like daggers. Alexander is pushing this too far and I fear that if he doesn’t stop soon, he’ll well and truly break me until there’s nothing left but tatters of the girl I used to be.