“Wider,” I command, pushing farther into her mouth.
Her eyes widen, she shifts on her knees, and she tries to pull away.
My hand in her hair stops any attempt to remove my dick from her mouth. “Open your mouth, Henley,” I growl, getting impatient. “I’m going to fuck it.”
She does as she’s told, and I push forward. She gags, and fresh tears begin to fill her eyes. “All you gotta do is kneel. Look pretty, little doll. I’ll do the rest.”
I push in deeper, and she manages to pull away, sucking in a deep breath. Irritation gets at me. I doubt she gave Monroe this much trouble. I take a step forward, my shoes standing on either side of her thighs and shove her shoulders and head back against the wall and grip her hair. She opens her mouth and cries out. I push my cock inside, taking advantage of the situation. This time, she doesn’t have any leverage to fight me. Not to take it. I start to fuck her mouth more aggressively. She gags some more, tears run down her face, and drool drips down her chin. But she accepts it because she has no other choice.
My balls tighten, and I close my eyes, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. Letting out a groan, I open my eyes and look down at her. Her tear-streaked face does me in. I pull out and hold her head in place by her hair while I stroke my cock a few more times before coming all over her chin and bare chest.
She is gasping for air, and so am I. My heart pounds in my chest, and I shove my still very hard cock back in my jeans.
Her naked body shakes while kneeling on the marble floor. She still has suds on her wet skin. Her wet hair sticks to her in various places. She’s got to be freezing.
I crouch before her and grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You may have let him fuck you, Henley. But make no mistake. You belong to me.”
“Yours,” she breathes, accepting her fate.
“You will be my little doll to use as I see fit.” I run my thumb through the cum that covers her chin, letting it coat my finger. “Open,” I order to see if she complies.
She takes in a shaky breath and opens up for me just like before, and I push my thumb into her mouth. She wraps her lips around it, sucking as I pull it out.
“Swallow.”
She does as she’s told, grimacing at the taste.
I stand and look over her naked body kneeling before me with my cum drizzled all over her like frosting. And I realize this is what I should have been doing to her all along. I should thank Monroe for fucking her. It helped me realize what I’d been missing.
“All done,” I say, placing the soap back in its dish. I washed her from head to toe, knowing she needed it after being at Death Valley tonight. I stand and grab a towel that she had on the white countertop. Turning back to the tub, I stand with the towel open wide for her to step into. “Henley?”
She still lies in the tub, her head back on the pillow and the washcloth over her eyes.
I drop the towel and remove the cloth from her face. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is even. She’s passed out.
I pull the stopper and let the water drain. Standing over her, I look at her body. Bruises cover her arms, her thighs, and her legs. No doubt from struggling with the guys and me. Her round tits look fucking amazing, and the urge to come all over them again is strong. But I’ll save that for another time.
Bending down, I do my best to dry her off while lying in the tub, then I grab her arms and pull her to her feet.
“Scout,” she moans my name.
“Wrap your arms around me.” She doesn’t move, so I throw them around my neck and pick her up out of the tub. I carry her limp body into her room and lay her down in the bed. Returning to the bathroom, I grab a few things that I need and go back to wrap both of her wrists to help them heal faster from the cuts left by the handcuffs. Once done with that, I leave her naked and pull the covers up to her bruised neck.
Brushing the wet strands of hair off her face, I lean down and kiss her parted lips. “This was the one, and only time I was going to be nice, doll. Too bad you missed it.”
Then I stand and exit the bedroom. Making my way downstairs, I spot Law in the kitchen and wave to him. “I’m out.”