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“I don’t want you to be gentle.” There’s an undercurrent of pain in her voice, barely noticeable unless you know to look for it. “I don’t want to feel in control. Degrade me, scare me, hurt me, make me cry—whatever you want. Just… don’t be gentle.”

For a split second, I just stare at her. Then my fingers curl into her hair, gripping tighter and tighter until she winces. I bring her head closer to mine until my lips are right up against her ear. “I’ll do it all with pleasure,ma belle.Just remember that when it gets to be too much, you asked for it.”

Before she can even process what I said, I stand and dump her on the table. Her injuries are healed, thanks to Cal keeping such an attentive eye on her over the past two weeks. I’m not afraid to be rough with her.

Athelia gasps as I drag her to the end of the table and shove her onto her back. Her head is hanging off the edge, and when she tries to sit up, I push her back down.

With one hand wrapped around her throat to pin her down, I use the other to undo my pants and pull out my dick. Athelia moans at the sight of it, opening her mouth wide and stretching her tongue out to lick the tip. I let her suck on the head of my cock for a minute, groaning at whatever magic she’s working with her tongue.

“Such a good girl,” I mutter as she tries to take more of my cock.

Athelia moans, laving her tongue across the underside of my dick. I sink in until I hit the back of her throat, and she does her best not to gag.

“So greedy, aren’t you? Do you need to please me, little slut? Is that what you want?”

She grabs at my thighs, trying to pull me closer, so I push into her throat.

“Athelia,fuck.”I keep myself like that, seated as deeply as I can go with her tight throat wrapped around my dick.

Her back arches, and I can feel her trying not to gag. When she tries to shove me away, I grab her wrists and pin them down. It’s not until her whole body convulses that I pull out. Athelia coughs and gasps, but I cut her off mid-breath by thrusting into her mouth.

As I push into her throat again, I groan. This time, I don’t keep myself as deep as I can. I pump in and out, watching her throat bulge every time I thrust into her. She’s struggling to breathe, but I can’t find it in me to stop.

Letting go of her wrists, I unzip her jacket and yank up her shirt. She’s wearing a pretty lace bralette, and maybe I’d enjoy it another time, but right now I shove it down below her breasts. Her nipples are already hard, and they get harder when they’re exposed to the cool air.

Athelia chokes around my cock, and I pull out. Tears drip from her eyes, and drool is running from her mouth. Her breaths are hard and fast, but I don’t care enough to give her more than a few seconds.

“Open up, slut.”

“Kellan, I need another sec—”

I slap her across the face, and she cries out in surprise. Her mouth is open enough that I can grab her head with one hand and guide my dick into her mouth with the other. She tries to turn away, so I slap her cheek again.

“You’ll take it,” I say as I fuck her mouth shallowly. My grip on her face is firm, and eventually, she stops struggling. Only then do I let go of her so I can pinch her nipples.

Athelia whimpers and squirms as I hit the back of her throat again. I thrust in farther, groaning as I slap one of her breasts and watch it jiggle.

“These tits look like they were made to be fucked.” I pull out of her throat and immediately start doing just that, using my hands to squeeze her breasts over my dick. They’re so soft, and I find myself driving into them harder.

As I do, Athelia coughs and heaves in air. She grabs my thighs, not to push me away but to egg me on.

“You like this, huh?” I taunt. “You get off on being used up whatever way I feel like taking you?”

“Yes,” she groans.

“I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you? Fucking slut.” I release her breasts and grab her head before thrusting into her mouth again.

Athelia lets out a muffled cry of surprise. Her fingernails dig into my thighs as I fuck into her throat, and the sharp bite of pain makes me groan.

Leaning over her, I yank open her jeans and shove a hand into her panties. Just as I expected, she’s a wet, needy mess. I rub her clit as I continue pounding into her throat, loving how fucking tight she feels.

When Athelia taps my thigh, I don’t stop. I want to push her. Scare her. Remind her that at least for tonight, she doesn’t own her body. I do.

It’s not until Athelia is clawing at my legs and I feel like I’m about to come that I stop. I pull out of her throat, smiling down at her. Her makeup is ruined, and saliva drips from her mouth as she rolls onto her stomach and gasps in air.

I could give her a break, but that would mean being nice to her. That’s not what this is about.

Grabbing her, I situate her so she’s sitting on the edge of the table with her legs dangling off the side. Then I shove her onto her back, grinning at the screech that escapes her abused throat.

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