He held my head with both hands and thrust his hips non-stop, not giving me any room to breathe, no break between one slam and the next. No fucking gentleness. The cock plunged in balls-deep, slamming the back of my throat, making me gag over and over. Tears streamed down my face, my nose burned like hell, my lungs screamed for air.
— That's it... swallow it all, you little slut.
And the worst part: he laughed. He got off on watching me desperate, choking, gagging... and he still ordered me not to stop.
He knew I hated it. Knew I hated losing control, getting forced to deepthroat like that, rough and brutal, no rhythm, no goddamn air. I preferred sucking on my own terms, teasing him, edging him slow and torturous. But now he was calling the shots. And he made damn sure to remind me with every brutal thrust, every command, every fucking humiliation.
Right then, I felt truly used. Truly submissive. Exactly how he loved having me. The way he loved breaking me in.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hair hard, yanking my head back until my scalp stung like fire. He forced me to look up. I was gasping for breath, eyes watery, tears running down my face, spit dripping from my chin.
His face was dead serious, eyes gleaming with that cruel, taunting spark.
— Now say it... Diego is my master. And I promise I'll be an obedient little slut.
My body locked up instantly. My stomach twisted into knots. Fuck. This wasn't just teasing anymore. He wanted to shatter my pride for good. Bend me over completely.
I've always been a spoiled brat, bossy as hell, full of demands. I'd never let anyone talk to me like that. My first impulse was to jump up, scream "fuck you" at the top of my lungs, and bolt out of there.
But he had me pinned. Literally. Firm grip on my hair, eyes boring into mine. Because even as my brain screamed to say no... my body had given in ages ago. The horniness was overwhelming. I was soaked through, turned on out of my mind, too submissive to fight it.
He yanked my hair harder and pressed, voice low and heavy:
— Come on, Rafaella. Admit you love this. You love when I own you.
I shut my eyes for a second. Just to breathe. Just to scrape together the scraps of dignity I had left. I tasted the bitter shame sliding down my throat, mixed with the salty remnants on my tongue.
In my head, I hated it. Hated his bossy-ass attitude, the way he stripped me down to something I'd never wanted to be for anyone. But fuck, I was drenched. My shorts clung to my dripping skin, the thin fabric outlining every swollen curve, and I hated myself for it. Hated being on my knees like this, unable to look away even as hot tears burned down my cheeks. All I could think was: "Fuck, Diego, why the hell are you doing this to me?"
And still... I opened my eyes. Pressed my trembling lips together and whispered, voice cracking, low, barely audible, but staring right at him:
— You are my master... and I promise to be your obedient little slut.
He flashed a slow, satisfied grin, like he'd just won a war I didn't even know we were fighting. That smile hit me like a gut punch.
— Good girl.
He released my hair. My head dropped forward, shaking. Breathing all ragged, chest heaving too fast. But deep down... as fucked up as this whole thing was... I was still burning up, soaked, totally surrendered to him. The ache pulsed low and relentless, like my body had made the call for me.
He stroked my face slow, thumb tracing my wet cheek like it was some tender shit. But then the next order dropped, same low, firm, commanding tone:
— Now you're gonna suck Adriano's cock.
My eyes went wide. Body froze for what felt like forever. "What the fuck? Suck his best friend?" That thought hit me like a lightning bolt.
I looked up slow, heart hammering so hard I felt it in my throat. Adriano was already standing right in front of me, eyeing me with that sly, dirty grin. He didn't say a word—just hooked his thumbs in his shorts and slid them down easy.
Fuck.
His cock sprang free like it had a mind of its own, swinging right in my face, thick as hell, veins popping, the head slick and shiny from the precum leaking out. My jaw damn near hit the floor. It was massive. Way bigger than I'd pictured, bigger than any I'd seen up close.
Couldn't help but flash back to Carol. One night spilling secrets, her giggling low: "Cuz, Adriano's got the biggest dick I've ever laid eyes on. The first one I sucked... shit, I had no clue what to do with all that." Back then I'd cracked up, ribbing her, thinking it was hilarious. But now... now I was on my knees, that monster inches from my mouth.
I froze for a beat, mouth half-open, pulse racing. Biting my lip. Trying to wrap my head around how this was real... and why my whole body was quivering with raw lust.
— Come on, Rafa... suck it already — Diego commanded.
Shit, I was drooling like a bitch in heat. I just obeyed.
I wanted that cock in my mouth bad.
I gripped it with both hands. Ran my tongue slow over the head, tasting, feeling that hot, salty flavor spread. And Carol's words echoed again... how she loved sucking his dick. I started taking it deeper with real hunger, pushing further. Slow at first, then picking up speed, trying to swallow more, letting loose, sucking with everything I had. What a fucking delicious cock to blow!
Adriano groaned low and rough.
— Holy fuck, Rafa... — he muttered, eyes squeezing shut for a sec. — You suck like a goddamn pro!
I felt his hand tangle in my hair, but unlike Diego, he didn't shove. Just guided me easy, gentle. Like he wanted to drag this out.
I dug that. Let me get loose, suck how I wanted, my pace. Savoring every inch of that fat, throbbing cock, veins pulsing against my tongue, heat flooding my mouth.
I switched it up. Sucked hard, then deep. Paused to lick just the tip. Then swallowed it whole again, pushing my limits.
I glanced over for a second and caught Diego stroking himself slow, staring at me with that possessive, feral look.
After a bit just working Adriano, Diego stepped closer. Grabbed my chin tight and said:
— Now alternate. Suck one, jerk the other. Don't stop till I say.
I looked at him and nodded without a second thought. Because right there... I wasn't in control of shit.
Not even my body.
Not even my desires.
I was his.