Chapter Eleven Consequences #3
She groaned once more as he sank deep into her sex, driving as far as he possibly could, her well-stretched tissues burning and throbbing. He pulled out, tweaking her now obscenely erect, reddened clit.
He was back on his knees once more, his cock aimed at her face like a weapon. He slapped her cheek with it, leaving a patch of sticky wetness there.
“Clean it, human. All of it.”
She opened her mouth, fearful that any hesitation this time would result in further pounding of her well-fucked—and quite throbbing—pussy.
She licked it clean quickly, her cheeks burning still hotter at the ease with which he’d debased her once again.
“Beg for it,” he murmured, the moist head just resting against her soft lower lip. The scent of him was strong, despite its recent plunge into her dripping sex, and it made her mouth water.
No, you’re not doing this, Selena.
But part of her wanted this more than she needed oxygen to breathe.
“I… I can’t. Please don’t do this.”
Smiling, he slid right back down her body. This time, he slipped slowly, torturous by torturous inch into her sex, her pussy stretching agonizingly all over again, stinging, burning, her uterus now almost continually spasming, the pleasure of it threatening to destroy her.
He sank all the way in, stuffing her full to bursting, then pulled back only enough to ensure his pubic bone frictioned back and forth over her aching—and super-sensitized—clit.
“No… I… Oh, no! I can’t, please, I can’t come—!
” She cried out as the orgasm ripped its way through her spasming body, yet more juices gushing forth around the massive girth of the shaft he impaled her brutally upon.
Her breathing was coming in frantic, panicked bursts as she came down from yet another—and by far her most painful—orgasm.
“Please, no more. Please, no more,” she pleaded, as he once more presented his big penis to her hard-bitten lips.
“Beg. Beg to suck it. Beg to take my penis into your mouth, human.” He gripped her sodden locks, the roots of her hair protesting as his fingers yanked cruelly. He shook her head sharply. “Convince me how much you want to worship this cock.”
Swallowing hard, her cheeks burning hot, even as the first tears began to fall, she said the words. “Please. Please… sir. Please let me lick it. Let me taste your… your cock. Please, Malcolm!”
“Open wide, human slut.”
She did, but still she was choking almost immediately.
“Suck on the head first.”
It was so large it was difficult to fit inside her mouth, her sex clenching at that realization.
In different circumstances, she loved worshiping a big penis. Loved it more than she even knew how to express.
But this was something else. This was pure power, putting her in her place. Demonstrating that he could, and would, subjugate her in every way possible.
She was powerless against this cock.
Deep down, a part of her reveled at the truth of that admission.
He pushed deeper then, making her cough and gag.
He held her by the hair the entire time, forcing his cock into her mouth at his speed, at his will.
She could only endure it. He made her lick the shaft, then making great sport of pulling free and slapping her face with the heavy penis, first left cheek, then the right.
Then he did it again, her blush burning bright as he smiled avariciously, silently drinking in her mortification, her degradation.
“Lick underneath. Good slut,” he growled, as her tongue found the hypersensitive spot under the head.
Then he made her repeatedly take as much of the shaft as she possibly could, each time leaving her gagging horribly. But he was relentless with her, forcing it into the entrance to her throat over and over again.
Finally, he relented, resting the heavy, hot shaft of his penis across her face, shaming her still more, smiling down at her in triumph.
“You’re an eager little cocksucker, human. I’ll teach you though. In time, you’ll be taking every inch of my hard penis down your throat. I promise you.”
Then he took it in his fist, stroking it, cruelly yanking her head up by the hair once more. He met her gaze as he stroked himself closer and closer to climax.
“You have so much to learn. So much defiance to train out of you. I look forward to every second of it.”
Within moments, with a final flurry of fisting of his shaft, his jaw clenching tight as he groaned out his own release.
He aimed the head of his penis intentionally, and hot spurts of sticky white seed arced through the air, splashing against her cheeks, her lips, over the bridge of her nose.
More jets of it draped across her forehead and into her hair.
Finally, he relaxed, sagging downward, shaking off the last drops of viscous semen onto her breasts, then wiping the shaft off with the tangled locks of her hair.
He brought his face close. “It’ll be this way, human. Every single time you disobey me. Think about that the next time you consider defying me.”
He kissed the crown of her head, impossibly gentle.
The tears coursed down her cheeks then, as she struggled with the contradictions storming inside of her. Shame, anger, deep arousal.
But most of all?
Sweet release.