Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Unless I want to give everybody at school even more reasons to humiliate me.
“Well?” he mutters once he’s free from his shorts, slowly moving his hand up and down his erect dick. “Get to work.”
I didn’t want to have to admit this, but… “I don’t know what to do.” No way can that come as a surprise.
And it obviously doesn’t. “I’ll show you. Here. Lick it.” He holds the mushroom-shaped tip out to me. “Like a lollipop. Give it a few licks.”
I’m going to die of humiliation as I extend my tongue to take an experimental lick. Salty. It takes everything I have not to wrinkle my nose in disgust before doing it again while he growls softly.
“Now, put your teeth behind your lips—that’s important,” he grunts sharply. “No teeth. Just your lips and your tongue.”
Here goes nothing. Please, don’t let him hurt me. Slowly, I let him into my mouth, past my lips, and right away, I know this isn’t going to work. He’s too big, there’s too much of him. When I touch my hands to his thighs, he only takes me by the back of my head with a firm grip.
“Relax your throat. Don’t be so tense.” Oh, right, easy for him to say. When was the last time someone forced him to suck their dick? Still, it does get a little easier when I follow his advice and relax my mouth and throat. I can take more of him in me, but still only manage to get about two-thirds of the way down to the bottom before gagging.
“That’s it. You’re doing fine. Now suck it.” His fingers press against my scalp, massaging it, sliding through my wet hair. “Up and down. Nice and slow.”
Am I doing it right? God, I could die of humiliation as he groans softly, pressing on the back of my head. If anything, that actually makes it easier, letting him set the pace since I don’t have the first clue. There’s nothing I can do but hold on for dear life, my head bobbing up and down in a slow rhythm. I still can’t help gagging when he hits the back of my throat, but it gets a little easier every time, and soon his groans turn to grunts. Needy grunts. I still don’t have the first clue what I’m doing, but I think I’m doing it right if he’s making those noises.
“Suck harder. More.” He starts to move his hips, almost feeding himself to me, making me gag with every plunge into my mouth. Tears fill my eyes—I try to blink them back, but it’s no use, they roll down my cheeks, anyway. This is really happening. At least it’ll be over soon… I think. I hope.
“Oh, yeah. That’s right. Suck my cock. Suck it so good…” He sighs, moving faster, sharper than before. Almost punishing me. All I can do is close my eyes and fight to breathe through my nose while he moves faster and faster.
Finally, he slams himself deep and all at once, a rush of salty warmth coats my tongue and my throat. “Take it,” he growls, hand clamped around the back of my head to hold me in place. “Swallow my cum. Swallow all of it.”
My god, I want to die. This is my life now. Going by his whims, no choice but to obey. Playing whatever game he comes up with his sick, twisted mind.
“Good job.” He finally lets me up for air, and I cough, fighting to catch my breath while my body sags more out of emotional exhaustion than anything physical.
He tucks himself back in his shorts before waving his phone in front of my face. “And whenever you get the idea to deny me, I want you to remember what’s on this phone. You’re a smart girl. I know you’ll make a smart decision.”
All I can do is stare down at the floor, miserable and deflated, while his soft whistling echoes through the room before he leaves it. One more tear drips off my chin onto my folded hands before I close my eyes and silently wish for all of this to come to an end. I don’t even care how at this point. I just want it to be over.
ELEVEN
Carter
“Have a good day.” I shouldn’t get so much pleasure out of watching Elliana shudder at the sound of my voice. Maybe there’s something wrong with me, something fucked up in my head. Otherwise, why do I take so much enjoyment out of humiliating her?
I even enjoyed that clumsy blowjob she gave me last night. There was something about teaching her what to do, showing her how I want it. I’ll have her sucking me off like a champ before long. She might even learn to like it.
Not that I care if she does. She could choke on my cock for all I care. We need to remember where this started and why. I might want more of what I got on Friday, but that’s where it ends. She is still a miserable little freak whose presence makes me sick.