Page 8 of A Father's Insistence

The Viscount tuts.

“That’s not what I wanted to hear. You were supposed to make him want you, using whatever means necessary.”

“I’m so sorry, sir. I tried, but he wanted to speak with you, and I fell asleep. He didn’t return last night. This morning, I tried again, but he went out. I’ll try as soon as he comes back. I’ll plead with him.” I’m babbling now. Terrified of the punishment, which follows swiftly when my head is grabbed and thrust under the water. I’m held in place as the water fills my nose and constricts my breathing. I try thrashing and pushing back, but I can’t free myself. I’m pulled up just as the last of the air in my lungs leaves me. Coughing and spluttering, I try to bring more precious oxygen into my body as quickly as I can.

“I didn’t ask you a question.”

My head is thrust back under the water, but this time I don’t have enough air in my lungs to prevent the dizziness from coming on immediately. When I’m yanked out again, I’m gasping and desperate to breathe.

“You failed me. That means punishment.” The Viscount has one hand wrapped tightly around my hair. His other hand goes to his trousers, and he removes his dick from its confines. I’m pulled closer to him, and he pushes himself into my mouth.

“Take it all.” He bucks his hips, and there’s nothing for me to do but allow him to violate my mouth. “You will do this to my son later. You will allow him to stretch that tight little pussy of yours and fill it full of his cum. You will make a baby boy, and I will mold him in my likeness. I’ll make him the greatest heir to the Oakfield Society there’s ever been. I’m next in line to becoming the leader of the society, and with William and Nicholas gone, I will get it all.” He’s thrusting wildly into my mouth—my cheeks hurt, and he’s hitting the back of my throat as I gag around him. I can’t help being thankful that I’ve not eaten anything yet. All I wanted was a relaxing bath, but instead, I’m back being terrorized and abused, again. Nothing will change. Ever! I’m to be a human sex toy for eternity. Maybe I should have drowned myself in the water when I had the chance? No! The part inside of me that still clings on to life screams repeatedly in my head, we are stronger than this…we will survive. The Viscount buries himself at the back of my throat and with a foul grunt, releases his semen. I work hard to swallow it all when what I really want to do is spit. I did that once and was left unconscious for a few days from the beating that followed.

Withdrawing from my mouth, the Viscount lets go of my hair, and I collapse down into the now cool water as he puts himself away. He then pulls the plug, and as the water starts to drain, he stomps over to the bathroom door.

“I’ve laid out clothes on the bed for you. Get dressed and get downstairs. You’ll be ready to greet your husband when he arrives back. Every time you fail in your task, you’d better be prepared for punishment. You’re a whore to my needs…nothing more, nothing less. Don’t get illusions of being anything else.”

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