Page 100 of Morally Gray Daddies

No, Aubrey. No. Do not feel… good. You fucking cannot feel… gratified.

He narrowed his eyes, and the smile turned from to caring to predatory as he withdrew his fingers. “Okay, whore. Now you’re gonna make me come.”

I was so dazed, my thoughts and reactions so confused and disjointed by what he’d just done, I didn’t fight back. As he gripped my head once again, I didn’t struggle, didn’t attempt to jerk away, didn’t beg him not to do what I knew he was going to do. I did none of those things.

Instead, I obeyed.

I bent and took his cock into my mouth. I did exactly as he’d ordered and began sucking.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fucking make me come. Suck that fucking cock…”

And I did. His hand pushed in time to the rise and fall of my head as I moved up and down his shaft. I gave the man who’d abused me, tortured me—and who’d also just made me come—what he wanted. A blowjob.

Willingly.

It didn’t take long. He’d been erect for… ten, fifteen minutes? Maybe longer. I honestly didn’t know because time had completely lost meaning as this… display he was filming had gone on. But now he showed he wasn’t faking everything, because his dick swelled in my mouth in a way I’d experienced before.

And I knew what was going to happen.

“God, that feels so good, little girl,” he rumbled in a tone so low I wasn’t sure the phone would pick it up. And maybe that was why he’d said it that way. He didn’t want them to hear the praise he was giving me, because I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying what I was doing to please him.

But even as I fought against it with every fiber of my being, a part of me… was.

God, Aubrey, what the fuck is wrong with you?

“Fuck!” he groaned harshly, the approval in his voice from a moment ago now gone. “Fucking make me come, you fucking whore!”

Without warning he pulled free of my mouth, and I cried out in confusion, not certain what he intended to do to abuse me next. Holding my head with one hand, he fisted his dick with the other, pumping rapidly. I sucked in my breath, waiting for him to push between my legs and shove his cock into my pussy. To thrust inside me until he released because I’d told him I was on the pill. Even if I hadn’t been, the optics of him filling me with his cum would be exactly what his employers wanted. The taking of me sexually fully, a final message to Sonja’s father of what could’ve happened to his daughter. Besides, in my experience, guys loved coming inside, tapping into that primal instinct to impregnate, and I’d no reason to believe he’d be any different.

Except he was.

“Fuck!”

The word roared out of him at the same time warmth hit my chest.

His cum splattered against my breasts, each pulse palpable as it landed. I gasped, jerking my head back as his seed covered me. I’d never had a guy do this before, and… the sensation was more humiliating than I’d expected. There was a visceral sense of being used—that I was nothing more to him in this moment than an object—which went far beyond anything I’d experienced before in my sexual history. I was a… target. A thing to be marked. True, he’d made me come a short time ago, but rather than take his own pleasure by coming inside me, now he simply spent himself on me, as if I was nothing more than a dirty sock to soak up his cum.

Everything he’d done was sickening. But this…this was… demeaning. Degrading. Horrific.

Exactly what he’d said he was hoping for.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. Take that load.”

And I did, gazing up into his face as he finished.

Looming over me, he shook his dick and cum dotted my chest in a constellation of pearlescent droplets. When he finished completely, the room went quiet, the only sounds those of Sonja weeping softly, and my own breathing slowing.

He gazed into my eyes, and for whatever reason, the man I was looking at now was not the sadistic one who’d just used me so violently, but the polite one who’d stepped out of the shadow by the pool. Getting up from the couch, he snatched up the phone from the coffee table and pressed his finger against the screen, stopping it from filming further.

“That should be enough,” he said quietly. “We’re finished.” Glancing around him, he bent over and picked something up off the floor. A piece of red fabric he now offered to me.

“Here. You’d probably like to clean up, I imagine.” His tone was so courteous, so gentle, so… concerned, it was as if the past twenty minutes hadn’t even happened.

I took the ruined top from his hand, wiping the semen from my chest. As I did, he zipped up his pants and rethreaded his belt back in place.

“You did very well, Ms. Taryn,” he said as I finished smearing the last of his milky seed from my skin.

“Than—” I bit the words off.

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