Page 162 of Scars Run Deep

He shoved the dildo down her throat, the gag allowing him unfettered access.

I grimaced as she gagged violently.

He didn’t stop, her body fighting to twist away in the chair, but unable to do so. He kept going as he bit at me, “You need to learn, Asher, you don’t have anything for yourself. All that you have is mine.” He yanked the dildo out and she retched, choking on it when she couldn’t expel it properly with the gag in place.

“Stop!” I wheezed. “Fucking stop!”

He removed the gag roughly and tossed it away, watching excitedly as she retched again, all over the floor.

“Mmm,” he groaned, palming his cock through his pants. “There’s nothing like a resisting, convulsing throat around your shaft, is there son?”

When all he got from me was a snarl, he laughed and turned his attention back to her.

A shudder rolled through me as he trailed the slick dildo up her inner thighs, making her squirm.

“You’ll suffer for this,” she croaked out.

“I see you have extreme delusions of grandeur, just like my son.” His eyes flashed. “And your father.”

“They’re far from delusions.”

He grinned maliciously as he reached the apex of her thighs, then drew the dildo over her lace panties.

“Father!” I choked. “Stop!” I dug my nails into the concrete, gritting my teeth against the screaming protests from my ailing body.

He paid me no mind, as he drew leisurely figure-eight motions over her panties, enjoying her bucking wilder and wilder in the chair in a desperate bid to escape him.

Then he abruptly reared back and brought the rubber end down hard.

She cried out and clenched her fists.

He alternated between that and the leisurely strokes until whimpers spilled from her lips, curses threatening his life.

“No! No!” she screamed as he reached beneath her panties and dragged his fingers through her folds. “Don’t. Don’t touch me!”

That only made him take his time.

When he finally ripped his fingers out, she was panting, pain twisting her face.

He held them up, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, drawing out her humiliation. “Not even a drop yet. You’re resisting. Admirably, too, considering my ability.”

“I’ll never give you what you want.”

“You’re certain of that, are you?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “This is a waste of time.”

“Hmm, unfortunately, despite your bravado, I’m well aware that I’m already getting to you. Not enough, however. You’re more resilient than I realized.” He eyed me over his shoulder. “Thanks to the smokescreen you created around her. Another risky move, son.” He turned back to her and shoved the dildo beneath her panties, then left it there where it reached right up to her navel. “You know, your heroic daddy was resilient too. Stubborn beyond belief, in fact. In the end, all it did was cause him a great deal of pain and cost him everything. He still has my marks on him. Not just physical, either. There’s some deep-rooted psychological scars I left with him too. I really don’t advise you to take the hard road like he did. Refusing to submit comes at a very steep price. Just ask my son. Unfortunately, he still hasn’t learned his lesson.”

“I’m not gonna let you use me to teach him.”

“That’s not your choice.”

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and reached for the inside pocket, then withdrew a fucking shock baton.

I finally managed to make it to my feet and lunged at him.

He thrust his leg out, slamming into my ribs. Again.

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