His hand slid up my thigh slow, hot, almost torturously so. Every inch those fingers crept made my skin prickle harder, a tingling that climbed up my leg and pooled in my gut. When they finally slipped under my little shorts and brushed right there, smack in the middle of my slit, the air whooshed out of my lungs.
He felt it right away, how fucking soaked I already was. The slick mess gave me away, slippery with raw want. He flashed that dirty little smirk I felt more than saw, then pressed down hard on my clit. Squeezed it firm, with cruel precision, and my hips bucked against his hand without me meaning to.
— Diego… — I gasped, barely breathing. — Not here… your friend’s watching.
He leaned in, mouth against my ear, his hot breath teasing the sensitive skin.
— Relax. Adriano already knows everything… he knows you’re my little slut.
He paused just long enough for my breath to hitch.
— Isn’t that what you are? My little slut!
And he nipped at my neck. A long shiver raced up my spine, from the nape to the base, making my whole body quake.
I was supposed to hate being called a little slut. For real. Deep down, all I really wanted was to hear that he loved me, that I was his princess, the love of his life. But the way he said it—filthy, possessive… fuck me. It sent a jolt through me, like a goddamn electric shock that stole my breath for a second. Instead of pissing me off, getting called out like that was a trigger for pure fucking pleasure.
It was like “little slut” was some ancient spell. All he had to do was say it, and something ignited inside me, fierce and uncontrollable. I felt the shiver ripple over my skin, the heat building slow in my belly, taking over my whole chest. And down there… oh, down there I got completely drenched, dripping wet, my shorts already soaked and clinging even tighter to my pussy.
It was like this little slut had been buried inside me for years—quiet, locked away, just waiting for him to call her out. And when he did, she broke free. Took over my body, wiped out any shred of control. I was unleashed, nothing but a need to be his little slut.
Even if part of me ached for an “I love you,” the other part was already gone. Panting. Soaked. Ready to give in to whatever he wanted, even though I had no clue what real submission even meant, or what was coming next.
He whispered again, mouth glued to my ear, lips grazing the damp skin.
— Answer me, little slut… you gonna do everything I say?
His fingers were already inside my shorts, starting to rub me off slow, circling my clit with that perfect pressure.
I shut my eyes for a second. My heart felt like it was gonna leap out of my mouth.
— Yeah… I’ll do whatever you say — my voice came out low, almost a rough growl.
— But you gotta obey without questioning. Promise?
A shiver dropped from my nape to the base of my spine. My thighs clenched on their own, like a reflex.
— I… promise.
He smiled against my neck. I could feel it. That hot breath had me totally losing it.
— Good girl.
Then the order hit, sharp and solid:
— Suck me off now.
Holy fuck. My heart nearly stopped.
— Here?! In front of Adriano?
He chuckled low, in the cruelest way—and at the same time, the most insanely hot.
— No questioning, remember? Just do what I’m telling you… Go on, get your mouth on it.
He said it in that low, bossy tone, no room for bullshit. It was a command. Not a request.
I froze there. Two seconds that felt like forever. Heart pounding like it was gonna burst out of my chest, mouth dry even with the spit building up, skin all goosebumped.
In my head, I knew this was insane. If I gave in, if I obeyed… it was over. No turning back. I’d be crossing a line I might never uncross.
But my body beat my brain to it. My mouth was already flooding with saliva, the taste of him teasing my tongue ahead of time.
I stood up slow from his lap, right in front of him, almost pressed against his body. Diego rose with me, eyes locked on mine—dark, serious, loaded with a silent command that twisted my stomach in a mix of anticipation and fear. He didn’t need words; that look ordered me around.
Without a word, he put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. My knees buckled almost on their own. I sank slow, feeling the cold tile bite into my sensitive skin, a sharp contrast to the fire climbing my thighs, my belly, my whole chest.
He wanted me on my knees, submissive. And I obeyed.
I obeyed because I wanted him to know I was his. That I’d do anything he wanted. Even if it meant getting humiliated, falling off my spoiled-girl pedestal. Even with all the shame burning my face, with his friend right there, watching it all in silence.
He wanted me to be his little slut? Fine. I was ready to be whatever the fuck he wanted. Anything.
He tugged his shorts down slow, letting his cock spring free. It was already huge, thick, rock-hard, throbbing with bulging veins, aimed straight at my mouth.
I ran my tongue slow over the head, just the tip, teasing, tasting that salty heat spread across my mouth. My heart hammered in my throat, racing, hands shaking as I gripped his thighs tight to steady myself. But my mouth moved on autopilot, I was straight-up drooling.
I wrapped my lips around the head and slid down slow, sucking gentle, feeling him shiver all over from my hot mouth. His skin pulsed on my tongue, that musky guy scent filling my nose.
— That’s it, little slut… — he whispered, voice rough and low, vibrating right in my chest. — Show Adriano how good you suck dick…
Every time he said “little slut,” my body hit like a shock. A shiver shot from my nape to my spine’s base, my belly clenched, and down there I got even wetter—it was automatic. Uncontrollable. I hated admitting it, but that word lit me up inside.
It was like “little slut” was the key unlocking a door I kept bolted. All he had to do was say it, and something wild broke loose in me, obedient, ready to surrender. I wanted to be that for him. Wanted him to feel how far I’d go to obey, to please, to humiliate myself just to see that satisfied gleam in his eyes.
And I sucked him hard. Switched between strong, sloppy suction and slow, teasing licks on the head, down the shaft, feeling every vein throb hot against my tongue. His cock was big, thick, filling my mouth completely. I tried to take it all, went as deep as I could, right to the back of my throat. Gagged a bit, eyes watering, but I didn’t stop. Hearing him groan low, whisper for me to keep going, don’t quit… it made me even wetter.
I wanted to blow his mind. Wanted Adriano to see how good I was at sucking, how I made it feel amazing. But more than that, I wanted Diego to know I was all his. That I obeyed. That he could use me however, whenever. That I was there for exactly this—to be his little slut, to be used, to be his.
But me, dumbass, still thought I had some control. That I set the pace, teased, decided how far it went. Yeah, right.
Suddenly, no warning, he started fucking my mouth.
Hard. Fast. Deep.