MATTEOHer throat convulses around me as I shove deeper, her muffled gasp vibrating against my skin. Tears brim at the corners of her eyes, streaking down her flushed cheeks, her nails digging into my thighs as if clinging to salvation.I yank her hair tighter, forcing her head still. Pathetic. She thinks she can resist me, that her weak struggles will save her. Her mouth belongs to me now.She tries to pull back, desperate for air, but I push harder, reveling in the wet choke that escapes her lips. “That’s it,” I murmur, my voice low and sharp, “service me properly.”Her throat works around me, unwilling, clumsy. Not nearly enough. Not yet. I’ll train her until she breaks, until she learns exactly what pleases me.When her body starts to tremble, I release her for a second. She jerks back, sucking in ragged gulps of air, her chest heaving. But mercy is a luxury I don’t grant twice. I grip her hair and slam her mouth back down, using her as I see fit.Her hand flattens against my lap
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