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His laugh is dark and yet has an unwanted effect on me. “I love when my toys talk back.” Roughly, he grabs my arm and yanks me onto his lap. “Let’s see if you still feel the same after some ‘training.’“

My instinct to fight slams into me. I bring my hand up to slap him, but he anticipates my move and captures both my wrists with his large hands, stopping me. He pins my arms behind my back with one hand. “No fighting.” He leans in close enough that his breath tickles my earlobe. “If you continue to disobey, there’ll be consequences. Severe ones.”

My stomach flip flops as I notice the hard press of his cock through the fabric of his pants. The only thing between us is the fabric of his pants and the little lacy panties I’m wearing.

“Now that we’ve got that clear, I want you to grind your pussy against my cock.”

I’m ashamed that I’m getting wet at the feel of his hard cock pressing into me. Even though I know it’s foolish, I resist and focus my attention on his chest and the intricate tattoos visible through the white fabric of his shirt.

“Grind on it, Blake,” he orders, his voice menacing. “Show me what a good fucktoy you can be.”

Steel coats my nerves as I meet his gaze and glare at him instead.

He chuckles. “Fuck, this is going to be so much fun,” he muses, hiking my dress to my hips and cupping my ass cheeks roughly. “You’ll obey in the end.” He spanks my ass hard, making me gasp. The sting only serves to heighten my arousal.

Fear wraps around me as I recall how good it felt when Matias inflicted pain. Clearly I’m broken. And I don’t want Gaston to know that about me, so I do as I’m told, gyrating my hips and grinding my pussy on his hard cock through his pants.

The wetness between my thighs has soaked my panties and must be making a mess of his pants.

He groans and grabs the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his gaze. “That’s more like it,” he praises, giving me another harsh spank. “Grind on that dick and make my pants wet with your perfect little cunt,” he orders.

This should be humiliating. It is. And yet my nipples are hard and I’m gushing for him. More turned on than I’ve ever been. While I stare into those beautiful gray eyes, an ache builds inside me. An ache for more than friction against my clit.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, grabbing my hips. My breathing is erratic and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of climax. “I want you to do something else for me, now.” He maneuvers me off his lap and I almost cry in protest, my clit throbbing desperately for the friction he just tore from me.

And then, he forces me to my knees on the ground of the limo between his thick muscular thighs. I watch him unzip his pants which are straining from the bulge of his cock and slowly pull it out. A flash of need sweeps through me at the size. It’s longer and thicker than any man’s cock I’ve ever seen. The girth looks almost impossible to fit in any hole.

“Suck it, Blake,” he demands, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing my head toward the tip. “Show me that you can be a good girl.”

Despite the shame, I do as I’m told, opening my mouth and taking his huge girth into my mouth.

He groans. “Fuck yes, baby girl, suck on it just like that.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Forced to my knees and sucking a complete stranger’s cock. Heat spreads through my body, rising to my cheeks. It’s not merely from embarrassment but from the arousal spiking through my body. I’m so turned on. Gaston is a beautiful, powerful man, and he can do whatever he wants with me. And for some sick reason, I like that.

He watches me, his eyes gleaming with lust. His fist tighten in my hair and forces his cock deep into my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps shoving it deeper and deeper into my throat.

“That’s it, Blake. Show me what a good girl you can be,” he growls. “Take that cock right into the back of your throat.”

I struggle against him, but he’s too strong. All I can do is take every inch down my throat. His cock is so big it’s like he’s trying to strangle me with it. A whimper escapes my lips as I push at him.

“You’re not done just yet, breath through your nose,” he murmurs, pushing deeper. “Show me what a good little cock sucker you can be.”

Tears spring to my eyes as I choke on his cock. He’s holding me so tight now it hurts and the pain intensify my desire. My pussy is so wet I can feel my arousal wetting my thighs. Focusing on breathing through my nose, I begin to accept him deeper. My jaw aches, but I ignore it. In that short moment, all I want is to please him.

Gaston chuckles, his hands tightening in my hair again. “Good girl,” he praises. “Your throat feels so fucking good.”

Gaston thrusts his hips, driving himself deeper into my throat. My eyes water and I gag everywhere, soaking his pants with saliva and tears. And he’s relentless, watching me with those ice cold eyes as he uses me for his pleasure.

My orgasm is so close. The orgasm he denied me when he stopped me from grinding against him. Clearly, my mind has short-circuited. This shouldn’t get me off. It’s like I’m being split in two, one part of me hating every moment, while the other part loving it. I’m so confused and ashamed by my reaction, but there’s no denying it’s happening. My pussy clenches with each thrust of his cock down my throat.

I can hardly believe it as a moan tears from my throat and a flood of white hot pleasure slams into me so hard it makes my body shake. A gush of liquid squirts from my cunt onto the limousine floor, making a mess. Without a doubt, it’s the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Lifting my gaze to meet Gaston’s, my heart beat stutters in my chest. The rage in his eyes mixed with desire scares me. “Did I give you permission to come, baby girl?”

Fuck.

When he calls me baby girl, it threatens to ruin me. The way he says it with his slight Spanish accent is beyond sexy. And then he slams into my throat harder than before, growling as his release washes over him.

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