“There you go.” He exhaled sharply. “Show me what a good girl you can be—make me come.”
I moved my tongue against the bottom of his shaft and heard him groan—he liked that. Men had told me what they liked, and I tried to remember all of the conversations as I continued taking Reynard’s dick deep into my throat. I couldn’t swallow the entirety of his length—not yet—but I was going to have to. That’s what I promised, and I was terrified to break it. His cock throbbed against my tongue each time it went into my throat and as I pleasured him—covering him with my saliva while the last of my tears dripped out of my eyes—I felt something else. Something inside of me—lust—a desire for pleasure. I wondered what it would feel like when he was inside me—when his cock tore through my hymen and destroyed my innocence. Would it hurt? Would I enjoy it? What if I did—would that make me the filthy whore I pretended to be?
“Take it all—swallow every fucking inch.” He let out a gasp as I pulled him into the back of my throat again.
I did as he commanded. I started taking more of his length into my throat—swallowing until I choked on it. I learned to control my breathing as I continued to use my mouth to pleasure him. It wasn’t easy, but the more I practiced, the more I was able to endure before I had to take a moment to breathe. I started moving my lips faster and that seemed to make him groan. His hips began to rotate slightly. His groans turned into moans. I was doing it—I was going to make him come. I finally managed to swallow the last couple of inches and felt his balls against my bottom lip. I held him there until I adjusted and then started taking his entire length each time I descended on his shaft. I felt him throbbing—then pulsating. He was close.
“Make me come, you filthy little slut.” He put a hand on the top of my head and gasped.
That’s all I was—a filthy slut on my knees, letting a man use my mouth for pleasure—a warm place for him to dump his load. It was about to happen too. I could feel him getting tense and then I tasted the saltiness of his cum. That wasn’t his eruption, not based on what I had seen from the guys who pleasured themselves in front of me during our chats. I moved my lips a little faster—trying to bring the climax he craved. I heard a little more intensity in his groans. It was almost time. I kept pulling him into my throat until I felt a strange sensation in his shaft—like something was surging through it. He let out a loud gasp, and then I felt the explosion in my throat. I immediately swallowed—because I knew that’s what he wanted. The thick texture made me almost choke, but I kept swallowing until it was gone—then there was more of his seed for me to devour. I swallowed until the last eruption had passed and the tension in his cock started t
o subside. His hand fell away from my head and I lifted up, taking the last drops of cum off the tip with my tongue before I leaned back.
“It’s about time you used that mouth for something good—instead of ruining lives.” He zipped up his pants and pointed at the cage. “Go back where you belong—until I’m ready to use you again.”
“Yes Sir.” I nodded and started crawling.
“Wait.” He growled and leaned forward, then I felt his hand on my punished flesh, moving between my thighs. “What got you wet? Getting spanked or sucking my cock?”
“I—I don’t know.” I swallowed hard as I felt a finger push into my pussy.
I definitely noticed it when I felt him throbbing against my tongue, but I don’t know if that was the first time or not—the spanking was too intense to think about anything but the pain.
“Nice and tight—I bet it feels a lot better than your mouth too.” He let out a slight chuckle. “This is going to be mine tomorrow—whether you’re wet or not. Get in your fucking cage.”
“Yes Sir.” I nodded and continued to crawl until the bars were over my head.
“Since you did such a good job of sucking my cock, I’m going to bring you some lotion to put your ass.” He stood and looked down at me. “I reward good girls—just like I punish bad ones.”
He left the room and when he returned, he had more than just a bottle of lotion. He also had a pillow and a blanket. That might as well have been heaven. I took the bottle of lotion, but he squeezed some into his hand first and motioned for me to turn around. I positioned myself on my knees and he started rubbing it on my punished flesh. It felt so good that I practically groaned with pleasure—a groan that got louder when his finger brushed against my pussy while he was applying the lotion. My body was crying out for his touch—more than just an accidental graze. I truly didn’t know if it was the punishment or the blowjob that first ignited the fire, but it was burning—and getting more intense as I felt his hands on my skin. When the lotion made the sting and the burn start to fade, the desire was all I could really think about.
“You can pleasure yourself when I’m gone.” He slammed the cage door and locked it.
Reynard
There was no way Lizzy had ever sucked a cock before. Her mouth was warm and wet, which was usually enough, but she didn’t even know how to swallow my length. She figured it out, but I could feel the inexperience the second her lips wrapped around my girth. Not only that—but my dirty slut? My filthy little whore? She was a fucking virgin. When I pushed my finger into her tight little cunt, I felt a hymen—a fucking hymen. What kind of girl would still have a cherry at her age? Not the kind that promised to be a good little girl for men old enough to be their Daddy, that’s for damn sure. The men she led on—they had no idea that it was all a facade, one that went even deeper than I realized.
She’s going to get that cherry popped tomorrow and I sure as fuck won’t be gentle about it. She should have just given her pretty little pussy to someone else—because now it’s going to be claimed by me and her first time will be a night to remember—but one she will probably want to forget. Unless she likes it. I guess I’ll find out.
I made it back to the chair in front of the screen with a drink in my hand by the time she worked up the courage to actually start rubbing her pussy. She was so turned on that it didn’t take her long to come and watching her made my dick hard again. I wanted her body right then—almost bad enough to take it—but the psychology was as important as the moment. She needed to sit alone in the darkness and thinking about it. I didn’t know if she would dread it or crave it after feeling how wet she got from being punished and throat-fucked. It didn’t really matter—as long as it was the only thing on her mind until it happened.
Maybe I can get Mauro to come stay with her again tomorrow—give her a little glimpse of kindness before the beast takes her innocence.
When I realized what Mauro had done—that he had caved in to her needs without extracting something in return, I was a little upset. I had trained her to accept the arrangement—and I was going to make her start trading her body for everything she needed the next time she felt hunger gnawing at her soul. But Mauro’s decision left me with a new opportunity—a whole stack of them. All of the things she had promised—all of her sins. She was going to have to make good on every promise in order to cleanse her soul—but she didn’t know the real truth. The real truth was coming. Once she thought that she had been totally broken and gained redemption, then she was going to find out that no amount of penance could pay for the ultimate sin—the one that put Wyatt in a coffin.
I don’t know what I’ll do when that time comes, but what she endures will be nothing compared to the vengeance I extract for sending my brother into an early grave.
She had answers—answers that I was going to get from her when she finally learned the truth. There were missing chunks in the chat logs—obviously things Wyatt said to her when they decided to Skype instead of spilling dirty fantasies into the chat box. Reading them made me sick. I saw her game—how she manipulated him. I learned more about my brother from those logs than I knew while he was alive. I never knew his marriage to Katie was so tumultuous. I never knew they were having problems. I never knew that he really didn’t like running the Chicago branch of Jackson Investments. He told those secrets to a stranger—secrets he couldn’t even tell his own fucking family.
She let him say everything—then she snared him in her fucking web.
Wyatt resisted her advances at first. It didn’t look like he was necessarily looking for sexual relief, even if he was finding comfort from talking to a beautiful, eighteen-year-old girl. Obviously, those thoughts had to be in the back of his mind—he just took after our mother too much. He didn’t act on his impulses like I did—and like Mauro did to some degree. Our mother’s influence could be seen in Wyatt and she shaped Mauro’s youth—until I came along—I took her life when I came out of the womb, a beast from the second I saw daylight. Wyatt had sixteen years with her before that—he was practically a man when I was born.
A weak man, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t care about him—nor will I find peace until vengeance has been served.
“What the fuck is this shit?” I grabbed a paper out of Abigail’s hand as she tried to walk it towards Mauro’s office.
“That’s—for Mr. Jackson. The other Mr. Jackson.” She tried to take it out of my hand, but I turned away, so I could read it.