Page 12 of Broken Surrender
It was part of her training, and the only way she would survive.
I unzipped my pants, lowered my boxer briefs, holding my cock. Her eyes widened, practically drooling at the sight. She was a greedy little slut, then. This would be fun.
“Tongue out,” I said. She stuck it out like a tiny cat and I slapped her face, just hard enough for her to glare up at me, meeting my eyes this time. “I said ‘tongue out,’ Lena.”
Finally, she stuck it out and I dragged my thick dick across her velvet tongue. Her panting breaths came out like a dog and my cock twitched for more.
“Lick me like you’re a hungry little bitch,” I said. I grabbed the back of her head, fisting her hair, bringing her closer to me. “Show me what a slut you can be.”
She sighed deeply, making her annoyance known, but I took my dick, smacking her with it, until finally, she gave in and went for it, licking up and down, but without any passion to it. And yet her musky scent filled the air and I shoved her against my ballsack.
“Lick it,” I murmured. “I want you to lick my balls, Lena.” I glared at her, daring her to defy me. Surprise flashed through her eyes, and something inside of her changed, and she licked greedily, like the slut she was. “That’s it.” My balls clenched, her tongue soft and rhythmic, and I rubbed my shaft over her, letting the saliva destroy her makeup. I dragged the tip of my dick on her lips, painting her with precum. She shivered and I growled.
“On your back,” I said. Her brows twitched in question, but she laid on the floor next to my feet. I pressed my oxford shoe on her chest, her silk robe falling to the floor, exposing her thighs and stomach. She breathed, her chest rising and falling. She opened her mouth, her eyes on my shoe. Her thighs parted.
“Take off your panties,” I said. “Show yourself to me.”
With her eyes on mine, more deviant and powerful than she realized, she lifted her hips, removing the lace panties. She didn’t seem like a woman that would wear lingerie like that regularly, and yet she was wearing it. For me. Knowing that I would do this to her. She held her breath, her lips pressed together. I rubbed my cock, playing with the head of my dick, gazing down at her. A dusting of hair decorated her forehead, and sweat dampened her cheeks. I imagined grasping her pussy until she shuddered, but I needed her to understand that I understood her. This wasn’t simply about telling her what to do.
I removed a compact paddle from my back pocket, letting the dim light flash across the lacquered wood. A sharp breath squeezed Lena’s chest, and I smiled. She was so easy. She was a woman who dreamed about this. Wishing her husband gave her a little attention, even if it was as brutal, as painful, as this.
“On your hands and knees,” I said.
Lena flipped over. I smacked the wood onto her ass and she bucked forward. A red rectangle flamed on her cheeks, blood rushing to the surface. I hit her with the paddle again. Her lips twisted from anger to lust to shame.
“You like this, don’t you, puppet?” I asked. She bit her lip, so I smacked the paddle against her quickly in three successive strikes. “What was that, puppet?”
“Yes,” she whispered, “I like it.” I pressed my shoe on her back until she laid down, then nudged her until she flipped over, looking up at me once again, her eyes wide. She had no idea what the Syndicate would do to her. But I knew.
“Spread yourself for me.”
Her lips parted even more and her tongue dashed across them. Then hesitantly, she lowered her hands, pulling apart those pink, glistening pussy lips. My cock thickened even more. I was practically drooling. I could mount her now, shove myself inside of her until she cringed with pain, but I wanted her to understand how much I owned her, and how much she liked it. But when a drip of her need trickled down from her pussy, tracing her lower lips, her body shivering, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed my finger inside, her body clenching, ready for me. I circled my finger around her clit. That bundle of nerves was sensitive and divine, even for someone like her, who tried to resist, and failed. My mouth watered. I gripped my cock.
“Taste yourself,” I said.
Her forehead crinkled, but otherwise, she stayed still. I jumped down and shoved her hand to her pussy, making her touch herself, then brought her hand up to her lips, rubbing her juices over her lips, wrecking her appearance.
“You act like you despise me, but your pussy says otherwise,” I said. “What do you taste like, Lena?”
She narrowed her eyes, but I laughed. I stuck a finger inside of her dripping wet pussy again and her eyes rolled back in her head. I shoved in another, pumping into her until she moaned, then I rubbed her arousal all over her face. She nuzzled into my touch, wanting more of it, then she fell back, like she had caught herself enjoying something she wasn’t supposed to like.
Power like this was irreplaceable. Whether it was killing someone or destroying their perception of themselves through humiliating sex—watching Lena fall apart with her desire for me was worth more than fake loyalty. Than every honest truth. Than love. And I wanted her to do anything for me because shehadto. Because she was desperate. Because her pussy dictated that she wanted me, and she knew it. Because when people were desperate, they’d do anything to get what they wanted. And taming a woman who had killed her husband was a challenge that I was eager to explore.
I pulled her to her knees. Then, using my grip on the back of her head, I pumped into her mouth, her throat clenching until the pressure intensified. Her groan vibrated against my cock and I pulled out, knowing I was close.Fuck,I was close. I fucked myself, staring down at her, coming into my hand.
“Lick it up,” I said. She dragged a lazy tongue across my palm, eating every drop she could, and though she looked so precious like that, I wiped the rest of my come on her face, marking my territory. I might have had to sacrifice her, but until then, she was mine to use as I pleased.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I wiped my palm across her one last time, then pulled out my device. A notification for the motion detection sensor for Corinne’s surveillance footage blinked on the screen. I opened the app, but as expected, she was asleep, curled up in bed. She was safe for now.
There were times to enjoy what I controlled, but there was always a plan. And I needed to keep working toward that goal.
I zipped my pants. “I’ll be back soon.”
Her fingers twitched at her sides. “That’s it?”
“What?” I asked. “You expected to get something in return?” I raised a brow. “I told you. It’s up to me when you come. And you’re going to come exactly how I want you.”
I left her there, kneeling on the floor, covered in my come.
