Page 151 of Degradation
I buck my hips, sliding myself back and forth, groaning more as I pick up speed.
I’ve had enough blowjobs in my life to tell the difference between a woman who does it out of duty and a woman who does it out of pleasure and right now, despite the circumstances, I’d put money on her actually enjoying this. It feels like a stark contrast from that moment back in the barracks, back when I was forcing her to take me.
No, this woman here, she doesn’t feel forced. She feels - obliging.
The thought makes me frown, makes me pause for a moment. She stills too, and her body stiffens up as though she thinks I’m going to beat her.
I sweep her hair back from her face and she flinches just a little.
“Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” I ask her.
She gulps, pulling off me. “Beauty is only skin deep.” She says back dismissively.
My lips curl into a grin, “Not with you, malkta. With you, it’s so much more than that.”
Her eyebrows drop, instead of taking this as a compliment I think I’ve pissed her off. I glance down at my cock, seeing how well she’s lubricated it for me.
“Get on the bed.” I order. I want to feel something more, something deeper, I want to bury myself in her and not have to be gentle, not have to be careful.
Her cunt can’t take that. Not after what Guthrie did.
But her arse. Her arse sure as hell can, that is, if it’s prepped right.
Her shoulders drop, she gets to her feet so gracefully and she takes small, measured steps to the bed. As she reaches it, she puts her hands out onto the mattress to feel her way.
“Lose the robe.” I instruct.
Again, I see that reaction, that hesitation, before she does as she’s told.
The white towelling robe slips from her shoulders, landing in a heap and I get the best view of her arse as she clambers onto the bed.
I get up, ditching what little I have on, and I grab the lube from my bag. Good thing I got supplies, good thing for her that I want her to enjoy this.
I drop the bottle by her head, then position myself over her, feeling more than ever like a predator devouring their prey.
I expect her to whimper, I expect her to beg, or to say something, to ask me to once more be gentle, only she doesn’t.
Maybe she’s too stubborn for that. Too proud.
My hands run up her body, up her spine. Her skin is so soft, so delicate. All of her is so fucking malleable. I can feel all those scars, I can feel her trembling too. As my fingers move to thecurve of her arse she tenses more. I circle her arsehole, and she lets out a gasp of shock that makes my dick harden even more.
“No.” She whispers.
“No?” I repeat.
“No.” She says more firmly.
A low rumble escapes my throat. Does she think she’s in control here? Does she think she gets to make demands?
I work my thumb in past that tight little entrance and she lets out a squeal. “No.”
“I can fuck you anyway I want to.” I state.
“You said you’d be gentle.” She says breathlessly.
“I said I would, if you sucked my cock. You didn’t finish your task…”
“You’re the one who got me to stop.” She retorts. “I can’t help it if you change your mind.”
