Page 21 of Whispers of Obsession

“Again. Faster.” The masked man sounds so pissed off, the gun at my temple digging in a little harder, and I have no choice but to repeat the motion.

His cock twitches as my throat constricts around him. I do this a few times, trying to hold off the gags, before pulling back, and sucking just the tip, giving myself a second to breathe.

He doesn’t taste the way I thought he would. He’s clean, and smells like soap.

I still hate it though.

Don’t I?

“Fuck Cora,” he groans, thrusting his hips forward, and I tighten my grip on his shaft on instinct, trying to keep him from suffocating me with his large dick.

His grip in my hair tightens just slightly, but I don’t notice it as much as before. It’s a pain I can handle.

As he thrusts faster, I suck harder, hoping that this means he’s getting close to finishing, and when I feel his cock start to pulse against my tongue, I try to pull away, but he holds me there, as hot cum fills my mouth.

The salty flavor is not my favorite, but it’s also not disgusting like Lizzy always says it is. I desperately want to pull away, but he holds me in place until I have no choice but to swallow or stop breathing.

When I do swallow, he pulls his dick from my mouth and puts his pants back in place. He steps away, still holding the gun in my face, and now that I’m no longer distracted, panic floods my chest once more.

“You were such a good girl for me, Cora. Make sure you don’t tell anyone what happened tonight. Your mother, Marissa, is already so tired, what do you think she’d do if she lost her only daughter too? Or what would you do, if your mother died, Cora?”

His threat is clear. Tell anyone, and your mother is my next target. The fact that he knows her name somehow terrifies me even more.

Even if I did tell, what would I say? A man I can’t identify caught me doing illegal shit with my teacher, so he forced me to suck his dick?

Victims have a hard enough time getting help when they have actual evidence. When they know their attacker. When they have fucking witnesses.

A girl in my town was assaulted by some piece of shit frat boy, caught by two other men, and when that sick fuck went to court, the judge gave him probation, because he didn’t want to ruin the frat boy’s future.

Fuck that poor girl’s future though.

The justice system is so fucked. I know I’m on my own. My only hope of surviving is doing what he says, and hoping he eventually gets bored and leaves me alone.

The masked man lowers his gun, and I fall to the ground with relief. He’s not going to kill me.

“I’ll see you soon, my good little bad girl.” He uses the hand holding the gun to mock blowing me a kiss, before tucking it away and stepping out of the room.

I adjust my clothes and just lie on the floor of this random bedroom, wishing I had the strength to get up. To run for help or tell Lizzy what just happened.

But what if he hurts her too? He knows who I am. He knows who my mother is. What if he hurts her?

He said he’ll see me soon.

Which means he’s not done with me yet.

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Cora, my naughty little bad girl. My little darkness.

Fuck, she did so good tonight. The way her body responded, the way her pussy pulsed for me.

She wanted me to fuck her. She wanted me to force her.

I know that she wants her choice taken from her. She just doesn’t want to admit it.

She’s spent too long playing the role of the good girl, that she’s forgotten who she really is. What she truly wants.

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