Page 38 of His to Enjoy
“Don’t move yet,” he commanded, reaching for the remote. “I want you to watch this first.”
The screen came to life, showing the familiar opening ofLeah’s First Cock, but something was different immediately. The opening title saidSweet Submission, and then Leah’s voice filled the room—not dialogue from the scene, but a voiceover, intimate and confessional.
“I’d been waiting for this moment for weeks,” Leah’s voice said as we watched her younger self sit nervously on the sofa. “Every night, I touched myself thinking about Brian, about what he might make me do. The New Modesty program had taught me to fear my wedding night, but secretly, shamefully, I craved it.”
My pussy clenched involuntarily around Scott’s cock as I processed what I was hearing. This was the same footage, but Leah was narrating her true feelings, her actual arousal.
On screen, Brian entered and commanded Leah to her knees. “The first time I saw Brian’s big penis,” the voiceover continued, “I nearly came just from looking at it. I knew I was supposed to be frightened, innocent—and I was… or part of me was—but all I could think about was how it would feel in my mouth, how it would taste… and how good it would feel for him.”
I watched the screen, Scott’s voice murmuring in my ear as Leah’s narration continued over the familiar footage.
“When he spanked me for using my teeth,” Leah’s voiceover confessed, her voice breathy and intimate, “I wanted to thank him. The sting across my bottom made everything clearer, sharper. Each strike reminded me that I belonged to him, thatmy body was his to discipline and use. I got so wet from it that I was terrified he’d notice.”
The admission sent a jolt through me, and without thinking, I began to move, lifting myself slightly before sinking back down on Scott’s thick length. The relief of finally having friction, of being filled after days of torment, overwhelmed any sense of restraint I might have had.
“That’s it,” Scott growled, his hands gripping my hips but not stopping my movement. “Take what you need while you listen to her truth.”
On screen, Brian was teaching Leah to deep-throat, and her voiceover continued: “I loved the feeling of choking on him, of my throat stretching to accommodate his size. It made me feel useful, valuable. When he praised me for taking him deeper, I would have done anything to hear those words again. Being his good girl became my only goal.”
My movements grew more desperate, rising and falling on Scott’s cock as Leah described the intense pleasure she found in submission. When the scene shifted to Brian coming on her breasts, Leah’s voice turned almost reverent: “Wearing his seed felt like a blessing, a mark of ownership I never wanted to wash off. I rubbed it into my skin wishing it would leave a permanent stain, something that would show everyone I belonged to him.”
“Listen to her,” Scott commanded, suddenly gripping my hips tight and holding me still while he thrust up into me hard. “She understands what you’re only beginning to learn.”
“Oh, God,” I gasped as he pounded up into me, each thrust hitting something deep that made my whole body buck hard against my master’s commanding hold.
“My slutty little fuck toy,” he growled, the degrading words making me clench around him. “You’re coming already, aren’t you? Just from hearing another woman admit she loves being used?”
CHAPTER 20
Grace
Yes, I was coming. My first orgasm crashed through me as Leah’s voice described the joy she felt being bent over Brian’s knee, how each spank made her pussy throb with need. Scott never stopped his punishing rhythm, fucking up into me through my climax and into the next one that followed immediately after.
“Please,” I sobbed, without any specific plea except for more. On screen, Brian was spreading Leah’s cheeks, preparing to claim her virgin bottom on their wedding night, and her voiceover had become desperate: “This is what I’d dreamed about in secret, what I’d never admitted even to myself. I wanted him to take me there, to use me in that most degrading way. When he pushed inside, I felt the pain and the fullness and the complete degradation of it all, I knew I was truly his.”
Without warning, Scott’s hands gripped my waist and lifted me off his cock. The sudden emptiness made me cry out, my legs barely supporting me as he stood and turned me to face the sofa.His hand pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, bending me forward until my elbows rested on the leather cushions, my bottom raised high behind me.
“Spread your cheeks,” he commanded, his voice rough with arousal. “Show me where you need it.”
My hands moved behind me, trembling as I reached back to pull the round halves of my bottom apart, exposing my most private place to his gaze. The position was exactly like Ruth’s when Abe had claimed her there, and the memory of that scene mixed with Leah’s continuing voiceover made me dizzy.
“I—” My voice caught as Scott’s finger circled my exposed hole.
“I saw you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “At your desk yesterday. Squirming. Pressing against that pillow you keep on your chair.”
My face burned hotter than my exposed skin. “Sir, I?—”
“Don’t lie to me, Grace.” His finger pressed slightly, making me gasp. “I watched you for ten full minutes. Trying to get friction through the belt while editing those trailers. Tell me what that means.”
“It means…” I swallowed hard, Leah’s confessions from the video giving me courage. “It means I need to be punished, sir.”
“And how should I punish such a desperate little slut?” His finger withdrew, replaced by the blunt pressure of his cock against my entrance.
“Please,” I sobbed, still holding myself open. “Like Ruth was punished. I need you to… to take me there.”
I heard him spit, felt the wetness land directly on my exposed hole, and then he was pressing forward with an intensity that made my whole body tense. Unlike Jacob’s hesitant pressure, Scott pushed with complete confidence, breaching me in one firm thrust that made me scream into the leather cushions.
“Such a tight little asshole,” he growled, gripping my hips as he began to move. “But you’re going to take every inch, aren’t you? Because this is what happens to naughty girls who can’t control themselves.”
