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She shudders, but she opens her mouth a little wider so I no longer feel her teeth. She’s a quick study, but that’s no surprise. May may be a spitfire, but she’s also smart.

We get into a rhythm after a moment, with her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock while I push her back and forth. I murmur instructions to her, and somewhat to my surprise, she listens and adjusts.

It’s far from the most skilled blowjob I’ve ever had, but it might be the best because it’s my sweet, lovely, helpless May who can’t do a thing to stop me no matter how hard she tries.

I let her suck me, luxuriating in the obscene sounds and the thoughts of just how she’d sounded when I’d spanked her. Her startled gasps and cries are like music, something I could listen to forever, and it’s that thought that has me pushing more deeply into her mouth.

She gags around me, her throat spasming around the head of my cock, and I groan as my release spills into her mouth. Holding her in place, I wait until every drop of my cum has gone down her throat before pulling back.

She’s gasping for air, but her eyes are a little glazed. I suspect that if I reached back between her legs, I’d find even more slickness no matter how much she might want to deny it.

I push my bare foot between her thighs and rub against her cunt, which is every bit as wet as I’d expected it to be. “Rub against me,” I order. “Get yourself off. And don’t try to fake it. I’ll know.”

Her eyes widen, and she gives a quick shake of her head. “No,” she rasps.

I grip her hair tighter and push the arch of my foot harder against her cunt. She cries out in pain, but her breath hitches too.

“Come on, Ah-May. Don’t disappoint me.”

“I said… I said no,” she says, her voice wobbling. She’s still squirming despite her words, and I can feel her pushing against me. “This is… This is… No.” She shakes her head fervently, pushing at my leg.

I pull harder on her hair, forcing her body flush against my leg. “You were doing so well, May. Or are you telling me you want more pain instead?”

May yelps, shivering. “I’d… I…” She doesn’t seem to know what to say, but her body knows what it wants. She pushes her wet cunt against my foot even as she whispers, “No. No, no, no?—”

My fingers twist in her hair, and the harder I pull, the more she writhes against me. Despite the panic in her voice—despite the way she chants no over and over again—I can feel it when her entire body shudders with a climax that makes her wail.

The response is too genuine for a virgin to have faked.

If I hadn’t just come, I would probably be getting hard all over again.

“Beautiful May,” I whisper, gentling my grip. I pet her scalp with just the tips of my fingers, and I watch as she sobs and begins to cry against me.

The tears last only for a few moments before she scrambles away from me and wipes her eyes. There’s a wet spot on my jeans, though, as proof of her momentary breakdown.

“Leave me alone,” she whispers raggedly. “Just… go away.”

I glance at my watch and internally wince. I want to stay, to torment her more, but I do have to get ready for that lunch meeting.

“All right. Since you asked so nicely.” I get up, tucking my cock back away into my briefs, and point to the tray of food I’d brought. “Remember to eat. And we’ll sort your birth control tonight, so your pussy can get the pounding I know it craves.”

“Fuck off,” May mutters, burying her face in a pillow.

I chuckle and head for the door.

A morning swim and a morning fuck. Not a bad way to start the weekend.

CHAPTER 5

May

The taste of mint is far better than the taste of cum in my mouth, and I’m begrudgingly grateful that Chase left me with enough room to reach the toiletries in the bathroom. There’s nothing I can use as a weapon, of course; there aren’t even any cleaning products I could use to try to blind him with, if I was to get that crazy and desperate.

But for now, I’m just glad to have that taste—that reminder of what had happened—out of my mouth.

It’s not like I can get it out of my head, though, no matter how hot I’d put the water or how hard I’d scrubbed at my skin.

I’d gotten off on everything he’d done to me. The touches, the spanking, the way I’d rutted against him like some animal!

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