Page 79 of Injustice and Absolution

But the other night, he was propelled by an unrestrained desire that I fueled in him. And right now, the whole reason he’s angry is because ofmyactions.

I take a deep breath as his pants drop to the floor on top of his belt. As he pulls his rigid dick free from his boxers, he fists my hair. I only have a split second to register what’s happening before my jaw goes lax, and he maneuvers my mouth around his girth.

Holding my head still, he fucks my face, thrusting his cock as far down my throat as it can go. It’s been a long time since I’ve taken someone so forcefully, but my body’s instincts react as if no time has passed.

I’ve given Drew a few blow jobs before, but I’ve always been in the driver’s seat. And never did he fill my throat as completely or aggressively as he does now.

With my lips wrapped firmly around the base of his cock, he holds steady. As I begin to struggle for air, I look up at him as though to warn him. And I immediately regret it. Gone is the caring, compassionate man I’ve come to know. In his place is a cold, angry replacement hellbent on revenge and humiliation.

Because I humiliated him first.

I close my eyes, unable to withstand the shame I feel for setting these events in motion, and I accept my punishment.

As my lungs fight for air, I grip Drew’s thighs and apply pressure as a sign of my struggle. In response, he tightens his grip on my hair and pinches my nose closed.

He finally pulls out of me just as spots begin to dot the corners of my vision. I gasp for air as my hand reaches for my throat. I’m awarded one shallow breath before he thrusts his cock through my lips once more.

Again, he holds himself in place with my nose plugged until my discomfort and panic reaches their peak. He repeats this degradation until a thick trail of saliva hangs from my lips, and my cheeks shine with newly shed tears.

“Drew—” I manage to scrape out between one lunge and the next.

“I can’t—” I try pleading between another pair of thrusts.

“Please!”Culling whatever strength I can muster, I’m finally able to push him away from me long enough to scream my protest.

“I’m sorry...” Gasping for air, I rattle out another apology that I wasn’t strong enough to tolerate the rest of my punishment.

Deciding I’ve had enough, he grabs me behind my knees and pulls me until my ass is hanging off the edge of the sofa cushion. Labored breathing is my only reaction as I still work to force air into my lungs.

With the tips of my toes shakily skirting the floor, I fight to keep my body from falling off the edge of the couch. Silently, I will him to slow down. He’s overwhelming me with each rabid touch. But a pang of guilt reminds me to be sympathetic toward the man I hurt.

A wild drive still prevalent in his stare, Drew grips the waistband of my uniform bottoms then rips them down the seam. A show of his strength when the material tears with ease as though they were made of paper and not spandex.

Next comes my thong as he fists the material and rips it from my body. With nothing left between us, he encircles his cock with his fist and kneels down to line himself up with the entrance of my pussy.

I know I’m wet there, even though the idea of aggressive, angry sex doesn’t turn me on. But my body was conditioned from a young age to ready itself in defense of unwanted and unwelcome behavior.

Drew gathers some saliva in his mouth before directing it at my core. I feel it splatter against my clit, and it’s almost silly that this act is what causes the dam inside me to finally break.

Not the fact that he ignored me all night.

Not the way he dominated me.

Not the fear of suffocation.

But the reminder of getting spat on in the middle of the attack at Mathieu. Of how filthy and unimportant it caused me to feel.

Moisture pools in my eyes once more as he gathers his spit with the tip of his cock. Running it over my clit, he spreads it down to my opening before slamming inside of me with so much force, the sofa skids backward into the wall.

My tears slide to the outer corners of my eyes before dripping down the sides of my face and disappearing in my hair. I try to stifle them, but with each grunt from Drew, another sob breaks free from my chest.

Sex lasts barely two minutes, and by his final thrust, my howls have overtaken me. Drew coldly pulls out and takes a seat next to me on the sofa. I slink to the floor as his body was the only thing keeping me from falling.

My ass hits the ground with a thud, and I hug my legs to my chest, hiding my face in my knees. I can feel the warm trail of his cum drooling out of me, and as it does, I realize I’ve never felt this hopeless before.

How could I have let this happen?

Why couldn’t I have told Drew the truth when he first asked me.

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