“There you go,” I whisper. “Good girl. Let it burn.”
I fuck into her mouth with punishing control, slow thrusts, deliberate pressure, pushing her past comfort into submission. Not enough to break her. Just enough to bend her where I want.
Spit drips from her chin, slicking my cock, pooling on her chest. Her eyes water, but she keeps them on me. Open. Surrendered. Perfect.
“Feel that?” I ask, voice ragged now, my hunger sharpening at the sight of her. “That stretch? That ache? That’s mine. I want it seared into your memory. I want you ruined for anyone else.”
She moans around me, and my control fractures.
The sound is obscene, wet, desperate, vibrating through my cock like a live current. It shoots straight down my spine, dragging a groan from deep in my chest. I grip the back of her head tighter and thrust deeper, slow and punishing, until her nose is flush against my pelvis and her throat is full.
I hold her there.
Still.
Pressed tight.
She twitches, panicked, instinct clawing at the edges of her composure. Her throat convulses violently around me, body fighting the stretch, the suffocation.
I don’t move.
I watch.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Only then do I pull back, slow and controlled, letting her gasp for air.
She coughs hard, shoulders heaving, spit trailing from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, strings of it glistening between us. She collapses forward, trying to catch her breath, trembling like she’s been gutted.
I crouch low in front of her, grab her chin with one rough hand, and tilt her face up. Her eyes are glassy with tears, cheeks flushed, lips red and ruined.
“Look at me,” I murmur, voice soft enough to scare her. “You want to please me?”
She nods fast, too fast, still trying to breathe.
I tighten my grip just enough to still her, thumb dragging through the wetness on her chin, wiping her mouth then pressing against her lips, slow, filthy, owning.
“Then you’ll learn,” I whisper. “You’ll cry. You’ll choke. You’ll suffocate on it. And you’ll thank me for the privilege.”
Her breath shudders. Her lips part around my thumb like she’s desperate to be used again.
I smile. Dark. Cold. Proud.
“Good girl.”
I rise, cock slick, heavy, ready.
“Again,” I say, voice low and cruel as I thread my fingers back into her hair. “Deeper this time.”
Because this isn’t just about fucking her throat.
