Theo's hand on my breast left me panting for air. My arousal was already high from the car blowjob and being leered at by every man in the building. My thoughts were a buzz, and the elevator opened right onto my floor as Theo continued to paw at me. His eyes were full of uninhibited lust as he looked down into my tits, but he managed to have the sense to drag me out of the elevator, pretty much by the hand on my breast.
He let himself into my apartment, typing the code in, while I just squirmed. It was as if he was reminding me that he had the power here. I didn't have any choice, or privacy. He could make me get dressed however he felt like, enter my apartment whenever I felt like, fuck me whenever and however he felt like... I realized I'd left my work clothes in the bag in my car.
It didn't really matter - outside of what he'd forced me to buy, basically all my clothes were conservative, except a handful of lingerie I wore for special occasions - but it did speak to how much of a mess my head was.
I had the tiny, dim thought that he probably anticipated my head being a constant mess. That the reason he was so constantly a presence, so constantly sexting and groping and fucking, wasn't just his arousal - it was also to deny me the space to think.
I'd only become suspicious when I'd been stuck lying underneath him for hours during the middle of our first night, after all. If I still needed to sleep, then would I be his completely oblivious submissive fuckdoll by now?
I didn't have much time to spend on that thought, though, because he just pushed me up against the wall, hiking up my dress's skirt as my breasts pressed against the wallpaper. My nipples were perky in their confines, the feeling of them getting ground against the wall sending sweet waves of pleasure through my hypersensitive body.
He just yanked my panties down and shoved his cock inside me without further ado. No foreplay. No buildup. He didn't even ask.
Not that he needed to. I was sopping wet already, and the cock inside me twitched and pulsed as it found its resting place deep inside me. For a moment, he just held us both there, my body pinned and compressed against the wall. His breathing was heavy in my ear, perhaps as he strained not to just come right then and there, and then he spoke. "You're such an unspeakably hot piece of ass," he breathed out. "Fuck. You're mine now, understand?"
Despite myself, my cunt spasmed hungrily around his cock at those words. While I could see the smile on his lips out of the corner of my eye, it was clear that wasn't enough for him, as he grabbed a tangle of my hair and yanked on it, twisting my head around to face him.
I almost came right then and there, only barely swallowing down those feelings. My eyes were unfocused as they met his, and he just grinned.
"You're mine now," he said. He was breathless as he spoke it, and I knew what he wanted to hear. I don't know how much of my own resistance was the knowledge that he'd mind controlled me and forced me into this, and how much was just being so horny talking was hard, but he tugged on my hair again, an insistent thing that would have been painful if I was a normal woman, my glasses slipping down my nose with the jerk. "Say it."
"I'm yours now," I responded, and he slid his cock back, until only the tip was inside me - then he slammed it in with another rough pump of his hips.
My thoughts exploded in a powerful orgasm at that point, my cunt going absolutely wild around his cock, my eyes peeling back in their sockets. My mouth just fell open, a moan escaping my lips, and he began to frantically rut away at me from behind, grinding my tits into the wall. He yanked on my hair once again, clearly trying to force me into a kiss, and my glasses fell off, down, bouncing off my tits and clattering somewhere on the floor.
He sucked hungrily on my tongue at that point, practically slurping it into my mouth. He wasn't gentle with the fucking, just ramming away, and his teeth bit down on my tongue sharply. It might have been enough to draw blood, if I wasn't invulnerable - but I was, so it was just another bit of intense stimulation.
He's so rough. He doesn't care if he hurts me.
Those thoughts, of course, just made my pussy spasm all the harder as he pounded at my cunt, my nipples scraping sharply against the wall. He broke off the kiss as my orgasm ended, continuing to ram away, his hands going to my hips to shift my position.
He pulled me gently away from the wall, but twisted me forward at the same time. The result was I was plastered awkwardly against it, cheek and tits both pressed against the wallpaper. When my hands came up to try to shift my position, pushing against the wall, he placed one hand on the back of my head and just casually shoved me back into the awkward, degrading position - and my cunt spasmed again in response, as another orgasm hit me.
"Just stay there," he ordered, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to move as a consequence. He casually slapped my ass, the sound echoing in the room. "You're such a fuckable bitch, goddamn. I should've done this sooner. Asked you out sooner. Don't you agree?"
No, I'd rather you never mind controlled me into being your fuckdoll. That was the wrong thing to say, obviously, and he was expecting an answer, so - "Yes."
Saying those words, betraying myself, my true feelings, made my pussy clench all the tighter around his cock, and I came all over again, while he just smacked my ass, spanking me without the slightest concern about whether I'd like it or not.
I did like it, of course. At least, on the physical level. I moaned like a well-paid whore as I got shoved up against the wall like that, my cheek scraping against the wallpaper as my brains dribbled out of my cunt.
"This is what you needed. A good fucking by a real man," he told me, smacking my ass again, and my pussy spasmed. "Somebody to teach you that a woman's true joy is found in submission." The misogynistic drek he was babbling just made my pussy twitch harder, clenching down on his cock, and I brainlessly moaned in response to the sensation. He tugged on my hair again. "And you are enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He asked, as he twisted my upper body around to look at him. "I wouldn't want to be doing something you don't enjoy, Darla."
He said the words so cruelly, with this smug, sadistic air to them. He knew I liked it - of course he did. The way he said it, I thought maybe he even knew I didn't actually like to be called Darla. My mouth worked at the air for a moment, and he spanked me again, making me let out a squeal of surprise and pleasure.
"Oh, do you hate this?" He asked me, slamming his cock all the way inside me, grinding his dick deep within me. "Do you hate being forced to dress up in sexy clothes, suck my dick in the car, and then get fucked into the wall of your penthouse, Darla? If that's the case, I can stop right now. You just have to tell me."
My brain was fried by arousal at that point - but in fact, that actually made me momentarily consider telling him I wanted him to stop. Wasn't I being raped? Wasn't I being coerced into this by his mind control, or whatever it was?
That was true, of course, but my foggy brain failed to notice how stupid it would be to tell him as much. Luckily, I came at that point, spasming as I dutifully accepted the violation without complaint, and by the time my orgasm finished, I'd realized I should go along with his dirty talk rather than tell him the truth.
"No, I love it," I got out, the words pushed out like wind from the bellows. My pussy clenched up and my brain momentarily spasmed in pure, masochistic bliss: I was being raped, violated, dominated, and I was telling my rapist that I loved it, and it was even - in some sense - true. I just drooled all over his cock as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.
He grinned and grunted, ramming away all the more viciously at my cunt, slamming his dick inside me over and over. I moaned into the wall, as his hands casually manhandled me into his desired position, forcing me to stretch my back awkwardly, my neck craned back, as he pushed my upper body as far down as he could while my cheek remained plastered to the wall. My tits hung low, bouncing with every thrust, nipples chaffing against the fabric as my brain just oozed out of my cunt, all thought leaving me as orgasm after orgasm hit me.
I was a being who existed outside time. It could have lasted ten minutes or ten hours, as far as my brain was concerned. There was only the experience of pathetic, degrading, debasing submission. My pussy ached and gripped. His hands sometimes spanked me, sometimes groped and squeezed my tits, sometimes just yanked on my hair and dragged me into invasive kisses. The thought of escape was completely absent; the feeling of violation was present, but only as an intoxicating drug, the masochistic bliss he'd inflicted on me leaving the feeling of being so abused and mistreated strangely pleasant.
Inevitably, he came, the feeling of his seed spilling inside me leaving me with a sensation like a volcano of bliss was erupting between my legs, and the strangely terrible thought that the fucking was now ending.
The mind control was a really insidious thing. My cunt clenched up around his dick in response to that thought. I was being forced into this. I was. Yet, the thought of it ending creating its own agony, which in turn created its own bliss.
When he finished, he pulled out of me, panting for air. I didn't know if the sex had taken a long time, or if he was just out of breath; either way, he stumbled over to my couch and just collapsed, leaving me plastered to the wall, his cum staining my insides, my juices trailing down my inner thighs as my cunt remained exposed to the air. My own breathing was shallow and my thoughts were numb. Was I stuck there because of his command to 'just stay there'? Or was that command void with due to all his rearrangement of my body, and instead I was inert because I'd been fucked so senseless? I honestly don't know.
He spoke, eventually. "Darla," he said. "Get yourself looking presentable, then go down to my car and grab my luggage from the trunk." He threw his keys my way. I was disoriented enough that they just smacked into my face, then fell into my tits - the dress had enough cleavage they wound up getting caught in it, rather than sliding the rest of the way off, and he laughed. "Your tits are pretty useful, bitch."
The words were casually vicious - yet they made my clit throb. I started heading to my bathroom to fix up my face, pulling the keys out of my cleavage. My thought went to the things I'd left in the car, as I washed up my face and combed my hair. I mentally went over the specifics of the command... "Can I get my phone and clothes while I'm there?" I called out from the bathroom.
"Sure, Darla," he said, and his voice dripped with smugness. I'm sure internally, he was thinking that I was already proving incredibly well behaved, but I just washed my face up, put the dress back on properly (no point trying to get changed - there wasn't any chance he'd allow that, if I was being honest), and headed back down the elevator.
I don't know how well I actually managed to hide the fact that I'd just gotten my brains fucked out. I felt like more people looked at me as I clacked my way to the car. When I arrived, I started in the front seat, taking out the bag with my old clothes, finding my phone where it had fallen in the footwell at some point.
As I stepped back and closed the door, I finally realized that I was being asked to retrieve his luggage. I popped open the trunk, and saw it, a trunk which - by the feel of it - was full of clothes.
He was basically moving into my home.
I couldn't stop him.
I bit my lip as a little spark of pleasure hit my clit. Christ. If I hadn't realized that something was wrong with me, would my brain be mush by now? Every time I had a thought like I'm Theo's submissive little fuckdoll or Theo is presumptive and cruel to me or Theo can do whatever he wants to me, my arousal would spike like crazy. It felt so fucking good. Even knowing something was wrong, it was tempting to just accept it and enjoy it. Rationalizations ran through my head: it wasn't like my life was ruined, per se. I could go about my normal life, and just suck and fuck Theo outside of work hours...
I pushed the thoughts away. I was not going to be a happy little mindfucked slave just because it felt good. There were more important things in life than pleasure, like autonomy, and dignity. (I ignored the little sparkle of arousal that hit me as I imagined giving up my autonomy and dignity in return for pleasure.)
I easily hefted the luggage out of the trunk, wheeling it behind me as I headed back up to my apartment. When I stepped inside, Theo was looking as if he'd largely recovered from the hard fucking he'd given me, eyeing me up and down with a grin. I just took the luggage and clothes to my room; my dirty clothes in the hamper, his clean clothes left at the foot of the bed, still in the luggage. I saw at that point that I had two missed calls from a number I recognized: Quantum's. The second missed call had left a voicemail.
On automatic, I'd wandered back into the living room as I looked at the phone, and something must have shown on my face. "What's wrong, Darla?" He asked. It actually came off as normal.
"Oh, a friend of mine called," I said, doing my best to be delicate and polite. I didn't want to somehow piss him off and make him go crazy on me. "I must have missed it since my phone was in the car."
"I see. She leave a message?"
"Yes."
"Cool. Check the message, and as you do, hike up your dress and take off your shoes and panties," he ordered.
A furious flame of heat hit my cheeks at the casual command. Automatically, my head swiveled back to the door, some basal part of me worried somebody was watching - though, simultaneously, my feet kicked off my shoes, the command forcing me to obey in a way that still felt natural, even though I knew logically it had to be the command forcing me to do so.
The phone played out its message. "Hey, Nabel. Sorry to bother you, I'm sure you're just at work or something, but you left without saying goodbye, and I got worried, and Maria told me I should call you, and I waited until your work day was done, but then I forgot to leave a message the first time. Anyway! Call me back, okay? Sorry. I know you're a super badass and nobody could ever hurt you, but I'm worried!"
Obviously, as Quantum spoke, the panties found their way down my legs and onto the floor, and the dress found its way hiked up past my hip bone, revealing my bare cunt to the open air. My breathing was shallow, my nipples perky, as I got there. Hearing Quantum's concern somehow made it more tantalizing, like I was violating her concern with my actions, my breathing growing ever more shallow as my cunt just dripped all over my inner thighs, some of Theo's earlier cum feeling like it was slipping loose too.
"What'd she say?" Theo asked. He'd pulled out his dick during my little stripshow, which pulsed in the air, one of his hands casually stroking it.
The sight of him jerking off in front of me, in my home, on my couch, not a care in the world, was a needle of arousal fired right into my amygdala, making it harder to think. "Th-that she's worried about me," I responded. "Just wants me to check in, I think. I left in a rush this morning," I said, hoping to God he wouldn't ask for more clarification.
"I see." He smacked his thigh with his free hand. "Come. Sit in my lap, Darla," he ordered, and I dutifully approached, phone still in hand. He took hold of my hip, guiding me down towards his cock. His tip teased at my sopping wet slit, and I just shuddered at the quiet stimulation. "Call your friend back, bitch," he ordered, and I gulped.
I couldn't disobey, though. I just called Quantum up. The phone rang twice, and I momentarily hoped she wouldn't pick up - but she did. "Nabel!" Her voice was loud, excited. "You're okay, right?"
"Talk to her, but don't let on that you're getting fucked," Theo ordered, his voice quiet - then he just gripped my hips and forced me down his cock.
Pleasure bubbled up in my core, intense and instant, as his cock plunged deep inside me. My thoughts frothed for a moment as my mouth hung open - but no noise came out. No squeak of surprise. No moan of pleasure. "I'm okay," I said, and my voice barely even warbled, seeming supernaturally calm.
Of course. He can order me to do anything. That thought made my clit throb, and he just ground me into his pelvis, and shoved his face into my tits, pulling me into him simultaneously. His nose pushed against bare, exposed flesh, finding its way through the lacing.
"Good! Sorry, I know you're super amazing and everything," Quantum said. "I was just worried. You were acting weird, and then you left all of the sudden... still don't want to tell me, right?"
"Mhm," I hummed, as my toes curled, getting increasingly close to an orgasm. "I'm totally fine, though." My brain was a mess. Even with his command somehow keeping me from turning into a moaning whore squealing out her pleasure, it was hard to think of anything coherent to respond to Quantum with. "How are you doing?" I got out, wanting to throw the question back at her.
"Ah! I'm great, thanks for asking! Maria is getting herself done up, we're planning to go dancing," she explained, which made my cunt clench. For once, it wasn't arousal - it was fear. I knew guys fantasized about lesbians, especially guys with the fucked up tastes that Theo had. Would he do this to my friends, too, if he found out that I'd gone to talk to them?
My thoughts got wiped out as his hand smacked my ass sharply, and I promptly came. Quantum happily babbled on about her date plans with Maria, and she could have been saying literally anything, as I just cast my head back in a silent scream of pleasure, thoughts dribbling out of my cunt. I could feel Theo's lips turn up into a grin, and he kissed at my tits through the top, lips pressing against bare flesh.
"...are things with you, Nabel? Sorry, I just find it super easy to gush when I'm talking about Maria, you know?"
"Yes," I managed to get out, my thoughts running as fast as I could make them, as Theo casually gripped my hip, guiding me up and down on his cock. It was only an inch or so of movement, but it was more than enough to leave me hyperstimulated as his face rubbed against my tits, as his lips kissed at them, as his other hand just ran along my thigh, groped my ass, and just generally treated me like a piece of meat. "I, ahm, yes, I understand. It's nice." God. I was completely brainless. I wasn't moaning or warbling, but I was stumbling over my words like it was a high caliber interview, my brain trying and failing to put together coherent thoughts as Theo's cock rubbed all over my insides. I decided to say the first thing that came to mind. Well, the first thing that came to mind that would make Theo happy and not paint a target on Quantum and Maria's backs. "I'm, I actually, ha, I'm on a date with a guy," I said.
His cock, predictably, throbbed in my cunt at that. He wanted to mindfuck and trick me into thinking I was his beloved submissive girlfriend who came her brains out, so me saying that was an erotic show that it was all working out, and soon enough he'd have his boss eating out of the palm of his hand.
"Oh! I'm super sorry to interrupt!" Quantum said. "Wait, you called me, though."
"Yeah, just a little lull in the date," I lied through my teeth, while Theo ground my cunt into his cock. My brain fuzzed up from the sensation of it rolling around inside of me. "He's, ah, in the bathroom at the moment, you know."
"Well, good for you! Or, is it good for you? Is this one of those dates that you end up haaaating? It's so nice being married." I really fucking hoped that either Theo couldn't hear, or he didn't put together what was going on with Maria and Quantum, or at least that he didn't care.
"It's good," I told her, slamming my hips down into Theo. I started to just fuck myself on his cock, ramming away. "Oh, he's coming back. Sorry to worry you! Bye!" I said, hurriedly hanging up - and then I came, the phone falling out of my hands and clattering down onto the floor as a powerful, mind-bending orgasm crashed through my head.
It also, apparently, felt good for Theo, because he came at that point too, groaning into my breasts as he unloaded directly into my cunt.
It took us both a little while to catch our breaths.
Figuratively speaking, for me - I didn't need to breathe - but my thoughts were a jumble of arousal as I pulled myself back together after that mix of risky sex, domination, humiliation, and just good hard fucking. I had to compliment and talk up the guy who was raping me, but that only made my brain even more of a soupy cauldron of pleasure.
I recovered first. He let me slide up and off his cock, just sitting there, looking up at me with a smug expression as I loomed over him. "Mind if I call a friend of mine?" He asked me.
I didn't really care one way or another, but I needed to play my appointed role. I wanted him to think he'd conquered and tamed me, mulched my brain into the shape he wanted. Good, submissive girlfriends didn't complain about their boyfriends calling their friends. "No, not at all."
"Great. Get down on your knees and suck my dick while I do that," he ordered me, and it was a pulse of electricity directly to my clit - but of course, I got off his dick and collapsed to my knees in front of him. I wrapped my lips around his cock, unable to do anything else, and just forced myself down his length. His dick hit the back of my throat, and my gag reflex acted up, tears forming in my eyes, while he just casually reached down towards his pants - then paused. "You're in the way, bitch. Give me my phone. It's in my back pocket."
I mewled around his cock, an incomprehensible sort of delight hitting me. Absolutely, I should find being spoken to that way ridiculously rude. It was rude. But my brain was only intellectually aware of that fact, at this point. Being bossed around by this jackass just made my pussy clench around nothing. If there was any humiliation left, it was washed away by the arousal.
I kept his dick in my throat as my hands fumbled through his pants, eventually finding his phone, offering it up to him. He took it, calling somebody up, and leaving me to remain choking on his dick down there.
I realized, absently, that my glasses were somewhere on the floor - they'd fallen off my face when he'd fucked me into the wall, and I'd never put them back on. I wondered if he'd noticed? If he'd cared? He hadn't ordered me to do anything that required distance vision, anyway.
Drool ran over my chin as he went through his contacts, and I heard as a woman answered the phone. I probably wouldn't have been able to make out her words if it wasn't for my power-enhanced hearing. "Theo! Hello!" She sounded excited, even desperate. "It's been a hot minute since we last spoke. Or a cold minute, really!" She let out a little giggle at her own joke. Theo just smiled. "I didn't do something wrong, did I?"
"No, no."
"It's just, you know, I was at the club last night and you didn't show up at all. Normally you show up at the club when I'm working." Club? What, was she - a bartender? My throat continued to spasm and gag around his cock as I listened to the conversation. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I held myself down in his pelvis. I remained still in part so that it would be easier to listen in - not getting drowned out by the glug-glug of my throat being repeatedly penetrated - but the realization that I was just serving as his cocksocket as he talked to another woman predictably hit my brain like a brick. My hands just barely resisted wandering down to my cunt.
"I was busy with work and some other stuff," Theo told the girl. "Actually, I wanted to ask you a question. You have big tits, and you dress sexy." She giggled on the other end of the line, and my own arousal somehow heightened. My fingers scraped along my thighs, but my thighs themselves wobbled, stimulating my clit and pussy by mere friction. "I was out with this girl - she's got really big tits, even bigger than yours - and we were trying to buy her some sexy outfits, but none of them fit right. How do you do it?"
"Oh! It is harder, yeah. I guess this girl doesn't normally dress sexy? Um. There's some stuff that works for sexy outfits even with big boobs, like a bandeau or some crop tops, then there's - like clips and ties and stuff, tying something together so it hugs your belly."
"That stuff's so casual, though. This bitch is super classy."
I didn't even know the girl's name, and he was calling me a bitch to her. My pussy spasmed and I came at that point, the stimulation so high I was orgasming without even touching myself. My throat let out choked noises around his dick, saliva spilling out in sputters around the base.
"If you want something nicer, you generally have to get it tailored or adjusted, yeah. It's just a problem with having big boobs. Most girls don't have them, so those of us with them have a lot fewer options that are just off the rack. Not to mention all the stupid bra makers who don't know how sizes work..." She paused for a moment. "Um. Is the fact that this girl has bigger boobs than mine why you haven't been to the club?"
His cock pulsed inside of my throat. "No," he said. I could hear the girl on the other end of the line sigh in apparent relief. He just casually planted his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. If I'd been a normal girl, I would probably be getting close to being choked unconscious, but he'd decided he liked doing that to me, apparently, so he just mashed my nose into his pelvis. "I spent all yesterday thinking about her, but it's not just her tits. She's real smart, too." He glanced down at me to see my response to his speech, but my eyes were just rolling back as I resisted the urge to come again.
"Oh." I could hear the pout in the other girl's voice. "Does that mean you won't be coming to the club any more?"
He snorted at that. "Come on. Would I do that to you, Penny?" I twitched in place on his cock, and he finally peeled me up, letting me gasp for air. My head swam with arousal as I held me by the hair, looking down at me. I could see in his gaze that he thought of me as his possession - a thing he owned and was contemplating how to use next. My clit pulsed at the look, and he drove me back down his dick. "I'll probably introduce you two soon enough."
"Oh!" Penny said, sounding happy and enthused. Her responses were off somehow, and in my aroused state I couldn't quite put together how. My brain was sluggish, more focused on the thought that Theo was casually chatting with some other woman while choking me out on his cock. "Does she work at the club? I think I have the biggest tits of the girls there... Oh, duh, another club, right?"
"No, no. She's not from any club. She's from my job."
"Oh. Office romance?" She asked, sounding absolutely miserable at just the thought.
"Don't worry, don't worry," he said, his voice sounding genuinely soothing as a smile appeared on his lips. "You know my type - I mean, you are my type, after all."
She giggled at that. "Thank you, Theo."
"Yeah. So, right now, she's choking on my dick as I talk to you." My face turned boiling hot, my eyes widening. My clit pulsed with arousal as - for the first time? - Theo just actively explained to somebody that he was fucking specifically me, right now, while it happened. "I'm still giving her some training. Gag reflex is a problem still, and her wardrobe is all boring conservative garbage," he explained, as I spasmed in place, my clit on fire as he degraded me like that. "You remember when you were new."
"Oh, totally!" She giggled. "I guess you're doing a pretty good job training her, if she's already to the point of choking on your dick as you talk to another girl! Is she giving you a frowny face around your dick?"
He spared a glance down at me. I don't know quite what expression I was wearing - presumably some combination of drooling, crying, humiliated, and blissed out - but I know it wasn't angry or upset. That wasn't even part of the act of playing his mindfucked little toy. "Nope. Just coming her big brains out all over her floor like a bitch."
"Should I let you get back to it? Oh, or did you want some dirty talk? I guess that makes sense, she probably can't dirty talk you while your dick is clogging her throat, right?"
His cock furiously throbbed in my throat, and he let out a groan. "Oh, dirty talk does sound nice, Penny. You're one smart fuckdoll, aren't you?"
She panted softly over the line, but loud enough that both me and Theo could hear her. "Yes, sir." Her voice was desperately horny, not subdued in any way - the voice of a girl begging for praise, not a soldier. "Am I allowed to touch myself, sir?"
"Go for it. Don't forget the dirty talk, though," he added.
"Of course not, sir," she agreed. "I'm your filthy, submissive little fat-titted nineteen year old fuckdoll," she breathed out, her voice warbling as she obviously had immediately started masturbating. "I love pleasing you, sucking your dick, giving you titfucks, and otherwise always being at your disposal. The thought that you can use my mouth, tits, cunt, or ass to get yourself off makes me so horny, sir. I wish it was me choking on your dick right now, sir. Isn't my well-trained throat enough for you? You know I love, love, love-" her voice caught in her throat, as she got increasingly close to the edge, "love being your, your-" she was clearly very nearly there, "fuckdoll!"
She came at that point, loudly moaning over the line. Even without powers, I probably could have clearly made it out, and my brain finally made the proper connections.
Penny was like me.
Whatever he'd done to me, he'd done to Penny, first.
She didn't realize he'd done anything to her, so she was acting like a desperately needy girlfriend, one whose boyfriend could cheat on her and she'd just beg for him to take her back.
You'd think that realization would have been horrifying. After all, I was barely holding it together now - would I soon be desperately mewling if Theo ignored me for a couple days? Wasn't it pitiful that Penny, whoever she was, was being coerced into being this man's fuckdoll and didn't even realize as much?
Of course, it was horrifying. It also made me come incredibly hard, hips bucking at empty air as my brain felt like it was exploding into a million tiny itty bitty pieces.
Hearing two separate women come their brains out as one of them choking herself out on his cock was apparently too much for Theo, because he ended up blowing his load straight down my throat with a loud groan. Penny squealed in delight on the other end of the line, clearly happy to have brought him pleasure, and when he was finished, he casually pulled me off his dick.
He said some things to Penny, but I'm not quite sure what they were. Presumably, goodbyes or sweet nothings, because he ended the phone call there, sighing softly as I remained kneeling in front of him, dazed from another intense, mind-bending orgasm.
"Nn. Make us dinner, bitch," he ordered me, and I wobbled up to my feet, heading to my kitchen to try to figure out what sort of dinner I even could make.
I ultimately settled on tomato soup and grilled cheese. More than literally nothing, but still trivial to cook up. As I wandered around in the kitchen, Theo turned on the television and leaned back, having pulled on his underwear but kicked his pants off.
The task was so mundane and boring that it managed to quiet the arousal that had been fogging and boiling my mind the whole day. I started to think about how to escape him. Right now, even if I flew off to the moon, I'd be dragged back to suck his dick in the morning.
I needed a plan.
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