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He snorts then. “Virgins are boring.”
“And I’m not?”
“No.”
I don’t understand why he can say that, it’s not like I’ve done anything close to making him think I’ve been intentionally entertaining him.
“You know I don’t have a fortune anymore, that was stripped of me when I was sent to Oblivion.”
I don’t care for your money.” He says flatly. “You think we Blakes don’t have our own?”
Fine, so it’s not the wealth. I wring my fingers together, what else could it be?
The only thing I have left, the only thing they haven’t taken from me, can’t take from me, is my bloodline. “What if I can’t have children?” I whisper. I don’t know if that’s true, but my body has been damaged enough that it might be the case.
“You can.” He says so certainly. So confidently.
“You don’t know that…”
“Actually, I do.” He replies. “We had you checked over. You were out of it at the time, so I doubt you remember it. The doctor gave me a full report, of course, he missed one thing out…”
“That I’m cut?” I guess. I know he didn’t have a clue about that until he tried to fuck me, his reaction tells me that’s the case.
He grunts. “Clearly, he didn’t see the relevance of it. I’ll make sure he understands his error.”
I shake my head at the threat. This man so easily turns to violence. It’s thrilling in a way, and yet, horrifying too.
“What if I asked you to be gentle?” I whisper. “What if, I let you fuck me but…”
I hear the sound of his chair scraping as he shifts position. “Maybe if you beg…” He says quietly.
Beg. I can do that. I mean, it’s not like I’ve not done it before more times than I can count.
I draw in a low breath, pushing my chair back, and I slip to the floor on my knees.
“Please…” I begin trying to emulate that old part of me, that weak part, that part that endured so much.
He tuts, moving to stand and his fingers brush my lips. “I didn’t mean with words.”
I hear the sound of his belt undoing, I hear the rustle of his trousers as he clearly gets his dick out. He wants me to suck him off? He wants me to give him a blow job as payment, fine, I can do that. No fucking problem. Though it’ll be hard not to be tempted to bite his stupid dick off.
Devin
Islide my cock past those chapped lips and into that deliciously wet mouth of hers.
We may have been here before, may have performed this act before, but tonight it feels different. It feels real. Like all those past moments were more a dream than a reality.
Last time my barbs sliced her mouth open, and while I’d enjoyed the brutality, maybe I’m mellowing in my old age because I want her to enjoy this. For the first time in my life, I want to give pain because it’s wanted, craved even, and not because it’s necessary.
I just need to teach my little woman here how good it can be. How delightful the feeling of torture is when you’re also being rewarded.
She stares up at me with those fake glass eyes and for a moment I can convince myself that that look is real, that she is as hungry for me as I am for her.
Soon. Really soon.I’ll make her desperate for me, I’ll turn her into a weeping, desperate little mess, only for me.
She sucks me down, and I feel myself sliding past her tongue, down to that sweet spot right past the back of her throat. I was impressed before at how well she could take me. I know all the Brethren girls take marital classes, that they’re well trained in the art of sucking cock by the time their wedding day comes around.
She’s showing enough willing for me to relax entirely, to truly enjoy this moment. To revel in it. To feel her complete submission.
