Page 22 of Broken Surrender
His eyes impaled me, daring me to question him again. “Run along now,” he said.
I stood up, rubbing my sweaty palms against my pants. I could have left right then, and Desmond wouldn’t have stopped me. But the tingling in my chest transformed into a burning sensation, and inside, I couldn’t deny that Iwantedto do it. I wanted to see what he would do to me.
And for half of a second, I realized I trusted him, at least a little.
Inside of the bathroom, another toy, the same shape, though slightly bigger this time, in an opaque turquoise jelly was displayed on the counter. An all-natural lubricant and other cleaning supplies were resting next to it. A handwritten note was propped up next to the soap:This toy is new and has been cleaned; you may clean it again if you would like.
Anything with my ass was uncomfortable for me. It made me feel like my body wasn’t mine anymore, and it was something I tolerated to please others. Was that what this was? Tolerating Desmond playing with my ass so that he would keep my secret?
But as much as I hated it, it was different with Desmond. In a way, it seemed like Desmond wanted me to enjoy it as much as he did. It wasn’t simply about taking from me.
It took a while to rock the toy into place, but once my ass was over that ridge, the fullness made me squirm. I was already wet.
Desmond was sitting behind his desk in a large chair, his arms spread out, reading a report on his computer. I went behind the desk and kneeled to the side of him, keeping my eyes down. He swiveled his chair, turning his knees to face me. The bulge grew in his trousers, even though he hadn’t glimpsed at me yet.
He kept reading the document while he rubbed his cock through his pants. I let my eyes crawl up. He glanced at me, then returned his focus to the computer.
“On your hands and knees,” he said.
The hard surfaces dug into my knees. He guided my hips until my ass was toward him. Then he reached underneath me, rubbing my clit, running his hand over my folds. Then his zipper slunk down and he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me to his lap, shoving his cock down my throat. I gagged, my throat squeezing around his cock, my eyes watering. I pushed back but he moaned and forced himself down farther.
“Play with yourself, puppet,” he said in a low voice. “I want to see my toy finger-fucking herself with my cock deep in her throat.” I groaned, reaching between my legs, rubbing myself, fucking him with my throat. He moved the toy in my ass, and each slight movement intensified every sensation. I arched my back, moving closer to him. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re starting toenjoythe way I control you, aren’t you, puppet?”
I nodded. I needed to come so badly. Maybe then I would be able to get myself together and actually see Desmond for who he was: a blackmailing chauvinist who thought he could control everything in his sight, including me. And I was playing his game so that he wouldn’t rat me out.
That was the only reason. Wasn’t it?
“Remember, your pussy is mine. If that means I want you to come, you’ll come. If I want you to suffer—” he slapped my ass and I yelped, “—then you’ll suffer. But you’re mine, puppet. I own you.”
He pumped in and out between my lips, and I clamped around his shaft, showing him how lush my mouth could be. Suddenly, the toy vibrated in my ass, and I cried out, ripping my mouth off of his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, like I was coming apart. He laughed and grabbed his cock, pushing me down to my knees where I squirmed, looking up at him. I began fucking myself again.
“You can’t help it, can you?” he smirked. “Beg me to come, puppet. Beg me to give you the pleasure you want so badly.”
I bit my lips. This was so screwed up. Begging to come?That wasn’t me.That would mean I was letting him control me, and I had sworn I would never let that happen again.
But screw it. My mind was too foggy to make sense. I wanted to beg.
“Please let me come,” I whispered, my voice wavering.
“Louder, puppet.”
“Pleaselet me come, Desmond.”
He grinned, pumping his cock in his fist harder. “You can do better than that.”
“Please let me come, sir.” My face flushed with heat, my body rolling with waves, but I gritted my teeth, holding it back. “I need this. I can’t do anything. I can’t think. I need this now. I need you.” I closed my eyes, trying hard not to let it all go, to not enjoy the way the toy manipulated me, making the pleasure unbearable. “I need to come.”
“And when did I say I’d let you come?”
I swallowed hard, my hands freezing. He smacked my breasts and I jumped, but continued to fuck my hand.
“When did I say I would let you come?” he repeated.
Everything inside of me tingled. I bit my tongue, trying to suppress it.
“When your cock is in my ass,” I whispered.
“And is that my cock in your ass?”
