Page 13 of The Seller

I shake my head. “Nu uh.”

“Are you sure?” There’s a lighter teasing to his tone, and I know that there are going to be consequences for all these refusals. I just don’t know what.

His hand is stroking harder, his fist working that thick, long shaft vigorously. That would be my pussy, if he wasn’t using his hand. That’s what it would look like inside me, a rough, plunging, powerfully potent dick ravaging me.

I am trying not to react, and to pretend that this is not arousing me, but it is. We have a connection, he and I. I don’t understand it, and I don’t think he does either. When our eyes meet, something sparks, and we are both caught up in it. I doubt he usually has any trouble maintaining control. I doubt he ever needs to do more than simply seduce his product. With me, it’s different. He’s admitted as much.

“Head up,” he grunts. “Look at me. Watch this.”

As if I could tear my eyes away. It’s not the sort of sight you look away from, especially not when its getting closer, a monster rod which commands attention.

I lift my eyes to his, hoping to defy him in some small way. He has me on my fucking knees. He turned my ass red. He spanked me like a badly behaved brat and he almost made me feel like one.

What I see in his face shocks me. There’s desire in his eyes, hooded with lust as he fists his cock, directing the fat head of it toward my lips. He wants me. But I’m his captive. If he wanted to, he could just fuck me. I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t do a damn thing if he were to grab me and take that thick cock and push it right…

“Oh fuckkkkkkkk…” his groaned shout heralds orgasm, his semen shooting in impressive thick spurts which land across my breasts and nipples, a warm bath of male essence coating my skin.

I can feel my pussy clenching in response. My clit is tingling with need, and I am on the verge of some kind of strange climax myself. He hasn’t touched me apart from to cum on me, to mark me and make me his. I can smell the scent of him strong in my nostrils, and I can feel the heat of it as it trickles down over my breasts and drips down onto my knees and thighs. He’s made a shameful mess of me.

“Good girl,” he breathes heavily, reaching out to ruffle my hair in a gesture which is surprisingly affectionate.

“What makes me good?”

“You were a good little participant.” He’s tucking his cock away again, looking at me with a satisfied, approving expression.

“I didn’t participate.”

“You did though,” he says. “You stayed there, presented your breasts to me, and your face. You were not held in position, you weren’t even ordered to stay. But stay you did, and that’s why you’re wearing my cum now. You chose to.”

My mouth falls open as I try to formulate a resistant response, but I can’t seem to come up with one. Fuck. He’s right. I did let him cum on me. The fact he didn’t touch me or fuck me isn’t really a win when I consider that he got to ejaculate all over my body.

“You tricked me.”

“If you can be tricked by a man standing in front of you rubbing his cock until he cums, then the bar for deceiving you is incredibly low,” he says dryly.

“I’m going to wash off,” I say, even though there’s no way to get cleaned up. I’m still quite literally tied to the floor, chained like an animal. He’s doing his best to make me feel my captivity, and it is working.

“No. You’re not. You’re going to stay down here and you’re going to wear that cum,” he orders, becoming immediately serious.

“Forever?”

“Until you tell me why you stayed when I tried to make you leave.”

So, forever, then.

I fall silent and remind myself that this is something I have to get through. Sooner or later, it will be over, and I’ll be free again. I just have remember that, and not get caught up in the web of dark charisma Stavros weaves.

“You want to be here, Siri. You crave the depraved things you know I’ll do to you, if you’re a good enough girl to deserve them.”

“I don’t want to be here. I…” I start to reply, feeling his cum start to separate from the thick consistency it had when it first landed and turn more watery, running over my breasts and coating them even more completely.

“Stop,” he growls, the word falling harshly from his lips. “I’m not interested in your excuses. Every other girl in your position has been captive just as you were, and if I’d opened the door, they would have fled. You chose to stay, Siri. You want this.”

Stavros

What I’m saying isn’t entirely true. Most all the girls, by the time I am done with them, can be trusted to walk freely in the world and return to me. It is a poorly trained pet who must be caged or leashed all the time - but Siri doesn’t need to know that.

She looks utterly shattered at the realization of how complicit she is in her own undoing. I’m not going to let her forget that she essentially agreed to all of this by refusing to get out of my car. She didn’t struggle. She didn’t run. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even say no. When I was jacking my cock over her body, she didn’t even flinch when I came on her. If anything, she arched up and into it, caught my seed on those soft, milky tits. This is as close to consensual as anything in my life gets.

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