Page 31 of Brutal Savior

She’s making noises now, wild whimpers of panic. Watching her, I know how unfair I’m being, but I can’t seem to make myself stop. Putting her through this punishment would be almost as entertaining as the lifeline I’m about to throw her to escape it.

There’s a wild buzz in my head. The cage inside me is rattling. Quinn brings out the worst in me, and I need to keep control, or I’ll break her. My voice croaks when I speak.

“Or you can make it up to me. You can get on your knees, right now, and swallow my cock. Then you get no gag and no chair for the rest of the day. Unless you fuck up again."

She goes very still and silent. Her gaze roams my face, then shoots to the door. Nope. No help is coming, Quinn, you’re stuck with me.

“Stay quiet, and it’s the punishment. If you want my cock, make some noise and let me know. Beg me for it through the gag.”

She’ll hate that. But will her pride force her to choose hours of suffering instead? The scientist in me is keen to know the answer. But the part that’s in charge now just really, really wants those lips around my cock.

She stays silent.

I let it go long enough to be sure it’s a real answer, then shrug as if it’s no big deal. “No problem, love. I’ll get the plug.”

I stand, moving toward the bedroom. Just as I set off, a little noise has me turning back, head cocked. Her eyes are down, her cheeks bright red. She mumbles again, this time a little louder.

Oh, thank fuck. Thank fuck for that.

I don’t let my relief show, though. “Too late.”

I turn back to the bedroom. The loud, desperate mumble she lets out next is music to my ears. I pause again. “What did you say?”

Another mumble. I turn back. “I’ll take the gag off so you can ask me nicely for what you want. Make me believe it, or else it’s back on with the gag.”

She shifts on her seat as I unfasten the gag and let it drop to the ground. She sighs in relief, then scrubs the sleeve of her hoodie over her face and works her jaw.

That’s a good point, actually. That hoodie has to go. “Arms up,” I snap.

She frowns, obviously confused, but complies. I bend, ripping the hoodie off her, followed by the crop top and the bra. This is the last time she’ll wear these. She’s mine now. I want all traces of the outside world gone. She yelps and covers her breasts, but it feels more like an automatic reaction than genuine shyness. She didn’t seem too worried about being naked earlier.

I admire her again. The slim curve of her neck and her lips, all pouty and swollen from the gag. She swallows, and I’m sure she’s thirsty, but that can wait until she’s done what she needs to do. Her hands fall away from her perky little tits, and she stares up at me, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Go ahead,” I prompt, coming to stand right in front of her so she has to crane her head up to look at me. “What were you trying to say?”

The angry light is back in her eyes, and she stiffens her spine as she clears her throat. Then, staring right at me, she barks out, “I want your cock.”

It’s said in the least sexy way possible, as if she’s shouting at a stupid underling at work, not requesting something of the man who owns her. I almost laugh but hold it in. “I’m sorry, what would you like to do?”

There it is again, that amazing little shiver that runs through her whole body. I can almost feel the rage and helplessness that must be causing it. Every part of this girl wants to tear me to shreds right now, but instead, she has to suck my cock. Fuck.

The dark beast deep in my heart roars at the unfairness of it. At the power I have over her. I try to remember why I ever wanted a sweet, submissive girl, but the reasons elude me. This is better. This is so much better.

She gives me the sassy look that is her armor and comes out with the same overly sweet voice she used earlier. “Oh please, let me suck your great and glorious cock, my lord.”

She’s practically begging to be punished.

Enough playing.

I rip down the zip of my jeans, pull my cock free, and take her hair in a firm grip. I’d said I wanted her on her knees, but the punishment chair has her mouth at the perfect height. It’s almost better. The longer she takes to get me off, the longer she has to sit on her poor bruised arse. Extra motivation to do a good job.

I grip my cock in my fist and rub it over her lips but control her head so she can’t get started yet. “Ask me nicely, without that sarcastic fucking attitude. Do it, or you don’t get this, and I punish you instead.”

I don’t even know if I’m capable of pulling back at this point, but it doesn’t matter. She’ll do as she’s fucking told.

Her eyes are wide, pupils blown out like saucers as her eyes track the length of my cock. Christ, I’ll fill up her throat. She locks eyes with me again. Brave girl. Her voice only shakes a little as she spits out, “Please may I suck your cock?”

Said with venom, and I should pull her on it, but I just can’t. I need this so badly my legs are starting to shake. “Since you asked so nicely, you may. Open up.”

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