Page 23 of Teacher's Pet

He wants me to be uncomfortable.

He wants me to feel every ounce of what I’ve done.

"Are you thinking about Noah now?" His voice is dark, taunting, even though I’ve been trying to reassure him.

But nothing’s enough.

He needs more.

His ego demands it.

Gagging repeatedly, what started as a blowjob has swiftly turned into Walker forcefully taking control, his actions aimed at proving a point. I struggle to pull away, but he shoves my head back down with relentless force. My hands grip his tightly, desperate for him to stop, but he ignores my pleas, the pressure on my throat growing unbearable. Each thrust leaves me sore, my throat raw and battered from his unyielding demand.

"W-Walker," my words barely register, slipping out incoherently, but he ignores them completely.

"Yeah, keep taking my cock, Ana," he urges, his grip tightening on the sides of my face, his hands forcing my head to move along his cock with cruel precision. "Keep choking on me. Hard to think about Noah when you’re gagging on me, huh?"

I can't stop this.

He won't let me stop.

What started as teasing shifts into something darker, fear crawling up my spine.

Trying to pull away with more force, he yanks my hair, the pain making me whimper.

"Did that hurt, Ana?" he murmurs, a twisted edge to his voice. "I wonder how hard I can pound into that throat before you're screaming in pain."

Jesus Christ.

Am I being assaulted?

I scream, struggling to take his length in my mouth, and with all the strength I can muster, I pull away forcefully. A sharp pain rips through my scalp, some strands of my hair still tangled around his fingers. My body crashes to the floor, my ass hitting hard as I scramble back. I cough, wiping the spit from my lips, my whole body trembling.

"J-Jesus, Walker, what the fuck?" I yell, my voice a mix of anger and desperation. "Did you not see me trying to get you to stop?"

"I thought-"

"You thought what?" I snap, my anger rising. "Look at your hand. My hair is still wrapped around your finger," I yell, my voice hoarse from the swelling already setting in.

"Fuck," he hisses, tugging up his pants. "I must’ve gotten carried away-"

"Really?" I scoff. "What in the hell made you think forcing me to be skull-fucked on the first date was a good idea?"

"Cole said-"

He shuts his mouth instantly as my eyes lock on him, filled with fury.

"Cole? Cole Marlins?" I hiss, the name like acid in my mouth. "As in my ex?"

He falls silent, the hardness in his pants disappearing within seconds."Did you talk to me because of Cole?" I snap, pushing him. "Did you do all of this because of Cole?"

Slowly, he backs away, fixing his pants.

"No, don’t get quiet now, Walker. Please, do enlighten me-"

"Cole said you liked being handled like that," Walker snaps back. "He said you like being scared. I tried being gentle, and it didn’t work, so I thought maybe-"

"Are you friends with him?" I demand. Standing across from Walker with my arms crossed, he shakes his head.

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