Chapter Twelve Truth in Shame #2
“Did you?”
Her dark eyelashes fluttered. “What?
He stroked a finger along her arm, delighting in the way she didn’t pull away from his touch anymore. “Did you like that it hurt sometimes too?”
Her deep, shuddering breath made him want to embrace her—then fuck her. But he held back.
“Yes,” she whispered, a tremble in her tone. “But there was more. I was the only female in my class. All men—and I was defiant and stubborn about that.”
“Something else I’m familiar with.” His knowing little smile was endearing and infuriating all at once.
She rolled her eyes, but continued. “So, I did something that—looking back on it—was really dumb. I tried to make myself more like the men, I guess.”
“You couldn’t be less like a male, human.”
“Selena—I’m called Selena.”
He gave her a slow nod. “Selena, then.”
“That I couldn’t be like a man was precisely the problem though.
The instructors—they went easy on the women.
It was against the rules, and they were explicitly warned against grading the women more leniently.
But everybody knew they did. I… hated that.
Even if I understood the instructors were mostly trying to be fair, in their own way. I’m not making any sense here, am I?”
“You are. I want to hear the rest.” Unable to resist it anymore, he grasped her arm, pulling her gently toward him.
Miraculously, she didn’t fight, allowing him to draw her up and onto his lap, the soft ends of her hair tickling his collarbone.
He was already half-erect, the brush of her soft buttocks against him making him grit his teeth.
It wasn’t time for that either, but his cock wasn’t having any of it.
Easing her back against his chest, tucking his arm under the pleasing weight of her breasts, he whispered into her hair, “Tell me all of it.”
“He—his name was Rick Langley—he was the chief instructor. I’m ashamed to admit this, but I flirted with him, even though we’d been warned that even the appearance of fraternization could get cadets drummed out—and the instructors fired.”
“Yet, you did it anyway. Defiant.”
“I’m not proud of it.” She took a breath. “At first, he ignored it, and I rationalized it away as a momentary lack of discipline.”
“You won’t suffer from a lack of discipline with me, Selena.”
She shivered against him, and he took the opportunity to cradle one of her breasts in his palm. She still didn’t resist, instead seeming to lean into his touch the slightest bit.
His cock was hard, pressed against her lower back. She had the grace not to remark on it.
She continued, her voice growing slightly huskier. “I was so determined to be like one of the male cadets that I resorted to strapping down my ti—breasts.” She swallowed. “I wanted them to notice my skill, not my, uh, assets. Stupid, I know.”
“It’s not stupid at all. Go on.”
He would very much have liked to see her with her generous bosom strapped down. It sent thoughts and ideas racing through his mind. Sadistic thoughts and ideas.
Soon.
“It made zero sense for me to be so… militant, I guess, about not being taken seriously. And there I was flirting with this instructor. I just couldn’t help it.”
“You mean you didn’t want to help it.”
“It’s stupid. But things progressed. He… fucked me. And I came back for more. But he told me that since he was taking such a risk, he wasn’t going to fuck me unless it was on…his terms.”
He squeezed her breast firmly now, one then the other, and she sighed deeply. “And did you agree to his terms?”
She nodded against him. “He liked to make me submit to him. He enjoyed humiliating me, degrading me, objectifying me.”
“You found you enjoyed it.”
“No!” She shivered again, as his fingers closed about her hard nipples, pinching firmly. “I mean… I don’t know. Why do you… think that?”
“Because of how your body responds to me. What I demand of you.”
Her breathing was coming heavier now. “What you do to me is something I have no choice over.”
“And you like it that way.” He pulled and twisted a nipple, and she hissed, arching her back against him.
“I… oh, shit… I don’t know. No. Maybe.”
“That’s a yes.” He huddled her breasts close together, his thumbs playing the nipples back and forth until she was breathing in quick staccato bursts. The first warm wetness began to pool against one of his thighs, her scent just detectable on the air. His cock throbbed and bucked against her.
“He… he liked to see my breasts… strapped down. He told me to keep doing it. To do it tighter. Until it hurt. It excited him so much.”
“Your pain excited him?”
“Yes,” she murmured, laying her arm along his. But it wasn’t resistance, it was… acquiescence.
He could hold back no longer.
“Kneel up—no, put your knees on my legs. Good.”
She obeyed, if haltingly, presenting her fragrant sex just inches above the head of his cock.
“Sit down on it. Slowly.”
Aiming the broad head carefully, he watched, rapt as it was swallowed by her wet heat, Selena gasping as it spread her bright pink lips wide.
“It… hurts.”
“I know. But you like that, don’t you?”
“No…”
“There is no place for deception here, sweet Selena. We both know the truth. We’ll go slowly, but your poor little stretched cunt is taking my cock again.
” He gathered her arms behind her, until he held both of her hands just above the cleft of her delectable ass.
With his other hand, he grasped her shoulder firmly.
“Do as you’re told. And you’ll continue your story. Now, down.”
“Ah!” she whimpered, her sex sinking lower and lower upon him. “He liked to, uh, he liked to watch me in the mornings, when I would strap them down. Then he… would make me swallow his cock. He told me how much he liked seeing my breasts… so constricted. It made him come… so hard.”
“Good.”