“Being made to suck my cock has made you so much wetter than before. I can smell every last drop as it drips down onto your thighs, Nina,” he murmured.
My nipples burned with agony and I knew I couldn’t take much more.
“Please,” I begged, finally speaking with his cock in my mouth. It sounded just as shameful as I imagined it would. My voice was muffled, the sound hard to understand at first as my tongue pressed against the textured surface of his length.
He didn’t let go of my nipples and I started to become more desperate.
“Please. I’ve learned my lesson,” I implored him, feeling my face redden as I spoke around his thick girth.
He finally released my nipples and I thanked him profusely. My voice vibrated around him as my tongue bounced off his shaft. I felt so ashamed being made to beg like this. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at anyone else. To see Mari watch me be
used like this. For Vane’s men to enjoy the entire thing as Vane taught me that I was no longer in charge. That he was my new master.
Liquid heat gathered between my thighs. My nipples hardened into tight little pebbles and my clit pulsed hard with need, over and over again until I was sure I was going to lose my mind. He made no movements to remove his cock from my throat and as the ache grew stronger, I became more desperate.
Would he make me suck his cock forever? How long would he make me do this?
I sucked his cock more vigorously. It was rigid and hard, and I did my very best to take him as deeply as I could. I swirled my tongue around him and blushed as the wet sucking sounds echoed around me. I pressed my thighs together, trying to keep my arousal from dripping any further down my legs. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if it made a puddle on the floor and he saw it. My skin was slick with my wetness and I was left to think about what that meant.
I liked it when he claimed me like this, but I was ready for it to stop. I didn’t know what he wanted and wasn’t sure what he was looking for, so I did the only thing I could think of.
I began to speak with his cock in my mouth once more.
I begged for him to grant me mercy. I told him time and time again that I had learned my lesson. I vowed to never be sassy with him again. I said every single word with his thick cock gagging my mouth, each one as shameful as the last. I pleaded with him that I was sorry. I promised him that he wouldn’t need to punish me like this ever again for my defiance.
I quivered with shame, knowing that begging him like this was making me wetter and even more aroused than before. Every inch of my body was trembling with sensation, never before released pleasure that was bottled up inside me demanding to be set free. I craved for things I’d never wanted before. Things that would have been considered very wrong back on Earth.
I wanted his fingers to return to my pussy. I wanted him to tease my clit until I came all over his fingers and after that, I wanted him to fuck me hard with his cock. I wanted to feel his hard length ravage every inch of me.
I wanted it hard. I craved it rough. I needed it to hurt.
I didn’t know why I yearned for him to take me like this. I didn’t understand it. I was a virgin and I’d never thought about getting fucked before in my life. Not until now. Not until he’d taken me, bared me, and spanked me into a wet little mess of a woman.
“Please. I’ve learned my lesson,” I cried, the heat of his cock searing my tongue as I spoke. The wet muffled sound made me tremble even as I begged for him some more. He gripped the back of my head harshly and he fucked my throat harder. Not a single moment of it was gentle or kind. He used my mouth for his own pleasure.
I didn’t try to speak anymore. I just took what he gave me.
I didn’t know if I had convinced him that I’d learned my lesson. I didn’t know when he’d stop fucking my throat like this. All I knew was that he wasn’t done punishing my mouth. That it wasn’t up to me when it would end.
He used my throat until it was more than sore and then he used it some more. He fucked my face until tears edged at the corners of my eyes. I couldn’t hold them back and before long, they were dripping down my cheeks onto the floor.
I cried as he fucked my mouth and I felt his cock pulse against my tongue. It seemed to grow in size as he forced it deeper into my throat. His shaft throbbed time and time again until a thick liquid burst forth against my tongue.
He’d come in my mouth.
“You will swallow every last drop. You’ll remember the taste of me the next time you open your mouth to speak. It will remind you what happens to bad little girls with sassy little mouths,” he said firmly.
I couldn’t answer as another hot spurt pelted the back of my throat. I did my best to swallow around him as he came. I took every last drop into my belly, both enjoying and hating the fact that he’d used me like this. I used my tongue to clean him off as thoroughly as I could, ensuring that there wasn’t even a little bit of his seed left on his cock. When he was finished, he pressed his cock deep into my throat and held it there, making sure that I was aware of the fact that he was in complete control of me.
I didn’t fight because there was no more fight in me left. There wasn’t a single ounce of me that wanted to talk back and defy him. The only thing I wanted him to do now was fuck me.
“Please,” I beseeched him, his cock still in my mouth. He didn’t have to prod me this time. I spoke without him having to tell me to and he gazed down at me with a dangerously aroused look.
“Please let me come,” I pleaded this time and the wide grin on his face should have scared me, but it didn’t. It only served to turn me on even more.
I was so aroused. I needed release.
“Please. Please. I need you to make me come,” I begged over and over, not caring how shameful it sounded or how wet I was or that everyone else could hear how I had broken under Vane’s skillful punishment. It didn’t matter. I could focus on nothing else but the throbbing clit between my legs and just how much my pussy was clenching when I thought about his cock pressing in between my thighs rather than my mouth.