Chapter 13
Mike
I couldn’t believe how close I already was to coming down Laura’s throat.
I’d been with enough women to have developed serious control—control that usually let me draw things out as long as I wanted.
But there was something about Laura’s complete inexperience, the way she whimpered around my cock while pulling her own bottom cheeks apart, that had me teetering on the edge far sooner than I’d anticipated.
The sight alone would have been enough—this twenty-year-old virgin on her knees with her panties in a tangle around her lower thighs, her freshly spanked bottom spread by her own trembling hands, her lips stretched obscenely around my shaft.
But it was more than that. It was the desperate little sounds she made.
The way her hips kept rocking forward in that involuntary seeking motion.
The knowledge that she was sealed tight and aching and had just discovered she could pleasure herself through the soreness I’d given her.
I’d created this. I’d taught her how to find release even through her punishment, and now she was using that knowledge while servicing me for the first time.
Christ.
My fingers tightened in her hair as I thrust deeper, feeling the head of my cock bump against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, her body trying to reject the intrusion, but I held her in place.
“Breathe,” I reminded her, my voice strained. “In and out through your nose, sweetheart.”
She obeyed, and I felt her throat relax fractionally.
I pulled back, then pushed forward again, a little deeper this time.
Her eyes were watering now, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, but she kept her hands exactly where I’d told her to put them—spreading herself open while I fucked her face.
The image of doing exactly what I’d described—of bending her over and taking that tight little bottom while she squeezed and clenched around me—flashed through my mind with devastating clarity. Soon. Not tonight, but soon. I’d work up to it, train her properly, make sure she was ready.
But god, the thought of it pushed me right to the brink.
My hips moved faster now, the control I’d maintained starting to slip. Laura’s muffled whimpers grew more desperate, and I could see her thighs clamping together rhythmically. She was close again. The little slut was going to come just from sucking my cock and spreading her punished bottom for me.
“Don’t you dare come,” I growled, the command coming out rougher than I’d intended. “Not until I give you permission.”
She made a sound that might have been agreement, might have been protest—I couldn’t tell with my cock filling her mouth. But her hips stilled their rocking motion, her whole body going tense with the effort of holding back.
Good girl. Such a good, obedient girl.
The thought sent me over the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I managed to get out, my voice tight. “You’re going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?”
She whimpered around my cock, her eyes downcast to my lap as if in shame at what her sponsor had demanded of her, the way I used her velvet mouth for my pleasure.
“Look at me,” I ordered. “Eyes up.”
Laura
I nodded my head as much as I could while my sponsor had his rigid penis deep inside my mouth. I couldn’t bear to raise my gaze to meet Mike’s.
“Eyes up,” he repeated, his voice harder now, leaving no room for disobedience.
I forced myself to comply, lifting my gaze to meet his eyes even as shame flooded through me.
The position was unbearable—kneeling before him with my panties around my knees, my hands still spreading my own sore hind cheeks apart, his cock deep in my mouth, and now having to look him in the eye while he used me.
His expression was intense, possessive, hungry. He held my gaze as his hips thrust forward one more time, and then I felt his cock pulse against my tongue.
The first spurt of his seed hit the back of my throat, hot and thick and overwhelming. I gagged reflexively, my body trying to reject it, but his hands held my head firmly in place.
“Swallow,” he commanded, his voice rough with pleasure.
I tried. God, I tried. But there was so much, and it kept coming, flooding my mouth faster than I could process. Some of it went down my throat, some leaked from the corners of my lips, and I felt tears streaming down my face as I struggled to obey him.
“That’s it,” Mike groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Take it all, sweetheart. Every drop.”
Another pulse, another flood of warmth. I swallowed again, my throat working frantically, and this time more of it went down. The taste was strange—salty and bitter and unmistakably masculine. Not pleasant, but not as horrible as I’d feared either. Just… different. Foreign.
Finally, mercifully, his cock stopped pulsing. His grip on my hair loosened slightly, and he pulled back until just the head of his cock rested against my lips.
“Clean me,” he said softly. “Lick it clean.”
My tongue moved before my brain could catch up, licking the remaining seed from the broad head of his cock. I tasted more of that strange flavor, felt the softening flesh twitch against my tongue. When I’d gotten every drop, he finally released my hair and pulled out of my mouth completely.
I gasped for air, my jaw aching, my throat sore.
My hands were still behind me, still spreading myself open, and I realized with horror that I’d kept them there the entire time without being told.
Like my body had learned to hold the position he’d commanded even while my mind was overwhelmed with everything else.
Or… like it felt good to obey, to do something that naughty, that lewd because I knew I would be spanked if I didn’t.
“You can let go now,” Mike said gently, and I heard warmth in his voice. “Good girl. Such a good girl for your first time.”
My hands flew forward, and I had to catch myself on my palms to keep from collapsing completely. My whole body was trembling—from exertion, from fear, from the desperate unsatisfied need still throbbing between my legs.
Mike’s hand came to rest on top of my head, stroking my hair with surprising tenderness. “That was perfect, Laura.”
I expected him to help me up, to tell me to get dressed, to let me retreat to the bathroom and try to process what had just happened.
Instead, his hand stilled on my hair, and his voice took on that instructional tone again—the one that made my cheeks burn with humiliation even as behind the horrible seal my pussy flared with equal heat.
“You’ve earned another orgasm, sweetheart,” he said, and to my distress I clenched hard at the words. “But I’m going to use it to train you in a new, special way. Something that will prepare you for our next date.”
My stomach flipped. What did that mean? What else could he possibly want to do to me tonight?
I heard him pull out his phone, and then the sound of him tapping on the screen. A moment later, I heard a soft mechanical whir from across the room. I turned my head to see a cabinet I’d never noticed before—built seamlessly into the wall—sliding open.
“The sponsor’s cabinet,” Mike said, standing and walking over to it. “Every SA apartment has one. It’s stocked with… let’s call them educational items.”
I watched from my kneeling position as he reached into the cabinet and pulled out three objects. My breath caught when I realized what they were.
Butt plugs. Three of them, arranged in ascending sizes. The smallest was maybe the width of my thumb. The middle one was significantly thicker. And the largest…
Oh, god. The largest one was huge. Thick and tapered and absolutely terrifying.
Mike returned to his chair, setting the three plugs on the dining table where we’d eaten dinner what felt like a lifetime ago. He gestured for me to come closer.
“Come here,” he said. “Look at them.”
I shuffled forward on my knees, my panties still restricting my movement, my face flaming with fresh mortification. When I reached the table, I stared at the three silicone implements with mounting dread.
“When you can take the biggest one,” Mike said, his voice matter-of-fact, “it will be time for me to fuck your ass.”
The crude words made me gasp, and I felt my sealed pussy clench again—so hard it almost hurt. My hands flew between my legs involuntarily, pressing against the seal.
“And once I’ve taken your bottom properly,” he continued, reaching out to stroke my hair, “I’ll unseal your pussy and take your virginity.”
My mind reeled. He was going to… he was going to take me there first? Before he deflowered me the… the ‘traditional’ way? The thought should have been purely horrifying, but instead I felt a rush of shameful heat so intense I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“I can see how much that excites you,” Mike observed, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice. “You’re starting to learn what you really need, even if it’s just on the purely bodily level. Your mind will catch up.”
He picked up the smallest plug and a tube of lubricant from the table.
“Tonight, you’re going to learn how I want you to insert your plug when I tell you it’s time for anal training.
Take these and bring them into your bedroom.
Put them on the bed. Then take off your underwear.
Stand at the end of the bed, and bend over with your knees spread.
You’re going to lube your asshole while I clean up dinner. ”
I stared at the plug and the lube in his outstretched hands, my mind fracturing into a thousand contradictory impulses.
Part of me wanted to stand up, to tell him I didn’t care about the money or the consequences, that he could take his ten thousand dollars and shove it up his own ass.
The words were right there on my tongue—I’m not doing this.
You can’t make me. Spank me, whip me, I don’t care.
But another voice whispered through the rebellion, not logical but somehow beyond logic. You can’t take another punishment. Not tonight. Your bottom is already on fire. You’ve already been broken down and remade once today. You can’t survive it again.
Then, worse but somehow also better, You belong to him now. You have to do whatever he tells you. You don’t have a choice.
While my mind warred with itself, my body made the decision for me.
My hands reached out and took the plug and the lube from Mike’s grasp.
I watched my limbs move as if they belonged to someone else, as if I were floating somewhere above my own body, observing this girl who was about to do something so degrading she couldn’t even think about it directly.
I stood on trembling legs and shuffled toward the bedroom, my panties still tangled around my knees making each step awkward and humiliating. Behind me, I heard Mike begin clearing the dinner plates, the domestic sound of dishes clinking surreally normal against what was about to happen.
The bedroom felt too bright, too exposed despite the curtains drawn over the windows.
I set the plug and lube on the pristine white comforter with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking.
Then I bent down and worked my panties the rest of the way off, stepping out of them and leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor.
My bra came off, the clasp seeming to take forever to unhook. When I finally got it free, I dropped it on top of my panties and stood there completely naked, my arms wrapped around myself.
From the other room, I could hear Mike running water in the sink.
The sound of him washing dishes—actually washing dishes like this was a normal date, like he hadn’t just made me swallow his cum and wasn’t about to make me prepare my own ass for violation—made my head spin.
The contrast was too much. His gentleness in conversation, his warmth when he praised me, his careful instruction…
and then this. After the spanking. After the face-fucking. Now this.
He’s taking care of you, some traitorous part of my brain whispered. He fed you. He’s cleaning up. He’s teaching you what you need.