Page 22 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

What can I say? Some people are pussies. Killian even shed a tear when he got his Jacob’s ladder.

I don’t blame him. There’s a reason I’m not pierced. But it’s a choice. You gotta know it’s going to hurt.

I point to the spot in front of me and Jessa slinks over, her eyes downcast. To some she might look scared, but the way her nipples are hard against her thin long-sleeved shirt tells a different tale. She loves it.

When she reaches me, she looks up at me from underneath her lashes and then drops to her knees. One of my hands comes up and caresses the side of her face before I grip her jaw tightly. She whimpers softly and my dick, which is hard anytime I’m around her, fucking weeps to be buried inside of her in any way it can be.

“What a good little pet,” I murmur softly.

The way her cheeks heat slightly isn’t from embarrassment, it’s from arousal. She keeps her movements slow as she brings a hand up and cups the bulge in my jeans. I hiss out a breath at the contact. I’ve been hard for hours, it’s like I’ve been edging myself with her existence. I’m at my breaking point.

“You allowed that man to flirt with you,” my words are cold, and she flinches as if I’ve slapped her before she looks up at me in confusion.

I know, I’m a dick. She clearly wasn’t flirting back and she had no idea the guy was even trying to make a pass at her. She’s innocent. I know it, but it doesn’t matter. Not in this moment, I’ll set the records straight later.

After I use her body for my own pleasure.

“Undo my jeans, pull my cock out, and suck it.”

Her hands fumble with the task and I tighten my grip on her jaw, pulling her mind back into focus. She doesn’t need to worry about anything other than following my directions.

She tugs my jeans and boxers down, once she gets my jeans undone, just far enough for my cock to spring free. There’s wetness on the tip and she wraps her tongue around it, collecting my taste and letting out a little moan.

I slap her cheek lightly and give her a stern look when her eyes roll upwards to look at me. I hold a finger in front of my lips, and she blushes harder. She purses her lips and kisses the tip of my cock before she sucks me into her mouth, her perfect lips parting around the head.

The moment I feel her warmth and wetness, my hips punch forward and I’m pushing against the back of her throat. When she gags slightly, her eyes start to water. It only makes me harder.

There’s silence between us as I hold myself there, watching her try to recover as she struggles with the sudden intrusion and the feeling of losing control of the situation. She should feel that because she’s not in control right now. Well, she is, she always is, but I don’t want her to know it. Not right now.

I gather her hair up into a ponytail and pull back, setting a rhythm while fucking her face. Her tongue presses up against the underside of my shaft before the tip of it flicks against that place where the crown and shaft meet. I heard someone call it the magic triangle and they weren’t fucking wrong, especially when it’s the woman I’m head over heels in love with teasing that spot.

I’m so close, but I’m not interested in filling her belly with my cum. I want her pussy leaking the rest of the day with what I leave behind. I push my dick in deep and Jessa’s eyes go wide as she looks up at me. She struggles a little bit, but fuck, it just makes my dick pulse on her tongue.

“Are you gonna be my good little slut and be very quiet?”

She blinks at me before I yank her off my length by her hair. She’s panting and I can tell she’d rather be sucking in large gulps of air but is trying to be quiet. I pull her upright roughly and spin us so she’s facing the chair in the room. I walk her closer as I reach around, undo her jeans, and then yank them down her thighs along with her panties.

I lean into her and whisper in her ear, “Remember to be quiet, pet.” She nods as her thighs clench together and I barely stop myself from barking out a laugh. “Such an eager little whore for me,” I hiss and bite down on her earlobe.

I let go of her hair and shove her forward before I slam my dick into her. She sucks in a breath, but it’s not loud enough for me to punish her and slapping her ass until it’s bright red would not be quiet anyway. I fuck her hard, one of my hands on her hips and the other curled over her shoulder.

Her pussy is squeezing me, begging me for more. Her panting breaths are barely audible, but I know it’s only a matter of time until she breaks. I grin down at her, watching the way my cock disappears inside of her dripping wet slit. Her pussy lips are already red with the pounding I’m giving them.

“Fucking beautiful,” I grit out through my teeth, keeping my voice low.

I can almost feel the way she preens under my words. It’s what causes her to let her guard down and a moan escapes her lips. I let go of her shoulder and slap a hand down on her mouth and nose. For a few strokes, she’s fine, but then I press my hand down harder and she starts to struggle against me, needing air.

I lean over her and nip at the place where her neck and shoulder meet. I growl against her skin, “I love it when you struggle.”

When she jerks harder, I can feel her get wetter around my cock. I’m hanging on by a thread and when she pushes back against me, begging me for more, for everything, the thread snaps.

I pound into her for a few more thrusts and just when Jessa stills, I take my hand away from her mouth and nose to hear her suck in a big breath. I’m ready for her to scream, but she only whimpers as I fill her with my cock completely, her pussy squeezing my cock rhythmically as jets of my cum fill her up.

Jessa slumps forward over the chair, and I hook a hand underneath her waist to keep her on her feet. We’re both panting as I stand up enough to watch as my cum seeps out around my dick. Now I have more images to draw.

I pull out of her and turn her around to see she’s bitten her lip hard enough to draw blood. “Such a good little pet,” I croon, but there’s a mocking tone in my words which barely penetrates the fog in her eyes.

Contradicting my words, I kiss her softly and taste her blood on my tongue. It’s not what I’m into as much as Aiden is, but I can’t deny that she tastes damn good.

I groan softly and she whimpers. When I pull back, I gaze down at her for a moment and find myself smiling. Her gray eyes roam my face, and I can see the appreciation there before she returns my smile.

When she tries to shuffle away from me, I grip her wrist, my voice soft, “What are you doing?”

She glances over at the roll of paper towels across the room and whispers, “I was going to clean up.”

I shake my head slowly and reach down to pull her panties and then her jeans back into place. “You’re not cleaning anything up, Jessa. I want to know I’m dripping from you the rest of the day.”

“Yes, Sir,” her voice hesitant and a little shy.

It makes my heart beat out of rhythm as I watch her slip back out through the door. It hasn’t gone back to normal by the time I head back to my station and get sly grins from Aiden and Brooks. I don’t think it’ll ever go back to normal again and I don’t mind at all.

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