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“Good girl. Now take it in your mouth. Just a little.”
Leah opened wider, letting him push past her lips. The camera zoomed in on her face, showing the tears already gathering in her eyes as she struggled to accommodate his size.
I watched as Leah worked hard to take even an inch of Brian’s thick shaft, her jaw stretching uncomfortably wide. When she accidentally scraped him with her teeth, trying to manage his size, Brian tsked softly and pulled back immediately.
“No teeth,” he said sharply, then his expression softened slightly. “You need to learn control. Stand up.”
My heart raced as Leah scrambled to her feet, confusion and fear evident in her eyes. Brian sat down on the sofa and patted his lap. “Over my knee. A girl who can’t control her teeth needs a reminder to focus.”
I bit my lip hard as Leah positioned herself across his lap, her bottom raised in that familiar, vulnerable position. Brian flipped her dress up, revealing simple white cotton panties that reminded me painfully of my own New Modesty days. He pulled them down to her knees with practiced efficiency.
The first spank rang out sharp and clear, making Leah yelp. I counted along in my head as Brian delivered ten firm spanks, turning her pale bottom pink. Not a severe punishment, but enough to focus her attention. My own bottom clenched in sympathy, remembering Scott’s hand that morning.
“Now,” Brian said, helping her stand, “let’s try again. But first, take off your dress and bra. I want to see your sweet breasts while you practice.”
I watched Leah’s hands shake as she unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Her plain white bra followed, revealing small, perfect breasts with pink nipples already hard from arousal or embarrassment or both. Brian’s hands immediately went to them, cupping and squeezing as Leah gasped.
“Back on your knees,” he commanded, still playing with her breasts. “We’ll go slower this time.”
Leah sank down between his spread legs, her reddened bottom visible as she knelt. Brian guided himself back to her mouth, but this time he kept one hand on her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers as she tentatively took him in.
“That’s better,” he murmured. “Use your tongue. Yes, just like that.”
For several minutes, I watched him teach her the basics—how to use her tongue along the underside, how to hollow her cheeks, how to breathe through her nose. Leah was a quick learner, and soon she was taking him deeper without gagging, her head bobbing with increasing confidence.
“Now my balls,” Brian said, pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop. “Lick them. Show me you’re grateful for this lesson.”
I squirmed on the sofa, the belt growing more torturous by the second as I watched Leah lean forward and tentatively lick at his heavy sac. Brian groaned appreciatively, his hand tangling in her hair to guide her movements. She lapped at him like a kitten with cream, her pink tongue working over every inch while hestroked himself, watching intently how Leah’s brow furled as she performed the lewd task he had set for her.
I watched her work, my body betraying me completely as the wetness between my legs increased despite the maddening confinement of the belt. The way she looked up at Brian with those innocent eyes while her tongue traced over his balls made my tummy flip with recognition. I’d done that same thing for Scott just hours ago, had felt that same mixture of humiliation and arousal at being reduced to such a base act of service.
“Good girl,” Brian praised, and I saw Leah’s whole body respond to those words, her back arching slightly as if the approval physically affected her. “Now I’m going to teach you something more advanced. Stand up.”
She rose on unsteady legs, her small breasts rising and falling with her quickened breathing. Brian stood too, towering over her, and positioned her back on her knees, but this time with her hands behind her back.
“Clasp your fingers together,” he instructed. “You’re going to learn to take me deeper without using your hands for control. This is about trust, Leah. Trusting me to guide you to give me pleasure.”
My breath caught as he gripped her ponytail firmly and brought her mouth back to his cock. This time, he controlled the pace entirely, pushing deeper than before. Leah’s eyes watered immediately, and I could see her fighting not to pull away.
“Relax your throat,” Brian coached, his voice surprisingly soft despite his firm grip. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it.”
I found myself unconsciously matching Leah’s breathing pattern, as if I could somehow help her through the screen.When she gagged slightly, Brian pulled back just enough to let her recover before pushing forward again. The camera captured everything—the tears streaming down her face, the way her throat worked to accommodate him, the desperate little sounds she made.
“You’re doing so well,” Brian murmured, and I hated how those words made my own body clench with need. “Such a fast learner. I think you’ve earned a reward.”
He pulled out completely, and Leah gasped for air, her lips swollen and glistening. Brian stroked himself slowly, deliberately, while looking down at her kneeling form.
“I’m going to come on your pretty breasts,” he announced matter-of-factly. “It’s called a pearl necklace, Leah. And you’re learning so fast, you’ll have a diamond ring to go with it very soon.”
The casual way he discussed marking her body, the assumption that she would accept his seed on her skin as naturally as she’d accept an engagement ring, made my face burn with fresh humiliation. I pressed my thighs together uselessly, the belt preventing even the smallest bit of friction where I needed it most.
“Ask for it,” Brian commanded, his hand moving faster now. “Show me you want to be mine.”
Leah’s voice came out hoarse from her throat’s recent use. “Please, sir. Please give me your… your pearl necklace. I want to be your good girl.”
CHAPTER 17
Grace
