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“What are you doing?” Brendon returned to the bedroom freshly showered, wearing nothing other than a towel around his waist. His body was heavenly. I itched to touch his chest but… I wouldn’t, because it was wrong and I was only here because I had to be.

“I’m just looking over your homework.” I replied, turning to face him. I was sitting in his chair, in front of his desk. His homework was half-assed, and I knew he did it on purpose. “You could have bumped this to a B+ if you gave a little more effort. It wouldn’t really be that hard. I know you aren’t doing your best. You’re clearly clever.” He was clever enough to bind me in to this stupid contract, in which I no longer even had control over my life.

Brendon shrugged. “Homework is boring. I have much more interesting ways to spend my time.”

“But don’t you have a certain goal in mind?” I asked, curious about the subject. He had so many opportunities laid out in front of him. Which was of interest to him? “Something that education could assist you with?”

“I want to be a musician.” Brendon replied easily. “I’ll play something for you sometime.” I felt a flutter in my stomach. “But I’m already in line to take over my father’s company when he retires. My mother works there, second in command basically. They both want it for me, and it means money but…”

“But music is your passion?”

“Exactly.” Brendon answered, with an award winning smile. “I love music. It’s the only thing that really… makes me feel alive.” He chuckled. “But enough about me.”

“No, I really want to hear more.” I pushed the issue. “Have you ever told your parents how you feel?”

“Of course.” Brendon replied. “But they want what’s best for me, and don’t think I know what that is. They think money is best and well… it certainly does give me a lot of opportunities.” He ran his finger over my jaw, following up to my lips, which he traced. “You know what my new dream is?”

“What?” I asked, and as soon as I opened my mouth his finger slipped inside. As our eyes met I knew what he wanted, and I did it without even thinking. I closed my mouth around his finger, and gently sucked.

Brendon’s chest heaved in a sign of starting arousal. “I just want to be buried inside of you, that’s all.” He answered, breathlessly.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, around his finger, which was still in my mouth. Once the question was out my mouth closed around his finger once again.

“I want to put those lips to better use. Wrap them around my cock.” Brendon breathed out, pulling his finger free.

I hated how easily I fell from the chair on to my knees. Brendon dropped his towel, showing his semi-erect penis. My breath caught, because for the first time really… I was doing this of my own free will. It felt wrong, but what could I do? His threat from earlier still hung over me, and I didn’t want anything shoved up my ass.

I would be good, as much as I hated myself for it.

Brendon stared down at me, and I looked up at him. I batted my eyelashes. He groaned. It was such an easy interaction. I didn’t even really have to think through my actions. I quite honestly preferred not to, as I carefully licked the tip teasingly.

Brendon stayed perfectly still, but as I kept eye contact I knew he wanted to move forward. The desire in his eyes burned brightly, and for once he was an open book. I lifted my hands but Brendon shook his head, causing me to pause. “I want to see you worship my cock, even when it’s not easy.” I wasn’t sure what he meant as he moved away from me. I stayed on my knees as he disappeared in to his closet, returning seconds later with a scarf.

He chuckled. “This is my ex-girlfriends. I knew it was a good idea to keep it.” I stayed perfectly still as he bent over me, forcing his cock in my face. He reached for my hands though, effortlessly tying them together. The soft fabric didn’t hurt, and was a hell of a lot more user friendly than the cuffs. I moved my hands slightly, worried I would lose my balance… even though I was on my knees. It was just a weird situation.

Brendon pulled away and looked down at me, as I gazed up at him in confusion. “Feel okay?” He asked.

His cock was now at full attention.

“I can’t touch you now.” I replied, and it came out as a whine. It was pathetic, and revolting… but I certainly made it sound like I wanted to touch him, and was upset that I couldn’t.

“Nope.” Brendon answered. “But I want you to try your hardest baby. I know you want my cock, don’t try to play hard to get. It’s my turn. If you’re real good then… I’ll do something really nice for you.” He didn’t state what he would do, but I didn’t care. To be completely honest I had a good chance here, to do something easy enough. Suck his cock and things wouldn’t be so bad. Do a bad job… and well, he wasn’t the nicest guy when he was angry.

I still kind of hurt from that first lesson.

Brendon stepped back, sitting down in the chair I had been in seconds ago. “Come here baby.” He gestured me towards his erect cock.

I struggled forward slowly, working with just my knees. I didn’t want to fall forward and embarrass myself. It seemed to take forever but finally I was close enough. My hair fell forward, and I tried to toss it back over my shoulder but this wasn’t a commercial… and so that wasn’t working for me.

Brendon chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it back. He kept hold of it, gently pressing my head forward. I leaned forward, running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. His breathing increased, just slightly. I licked tentatively once again, before closing my lips around the head of his cock. He moaned as I sucked lightly, slowly taking more of his length in to my mouth. My tongue swirled around the tip as I lowered my head on his cock.

He used my hair to pull me back, but I already knew the game. I tried to keep my mouth on his cock, even extending my tongue when he pulled me off completely. My tongue could barely touch the head of his cock, and yet I still tried licking at it. He groaned. “This is such a sexy sight Christian. I wish I had thought to video tape it for you.” I nearly froze at the idea of him video taping us. If someone saw… it would be the end of me.

Still I continued on with what I was doing, avoiding thinking anything through. I knew it would ruin my calm. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could, and it came in contact with the tip of Brendon’s cock. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and I lapped at it pathetically. Brendon let up, allowing me to lean forward more and take the head of his cock in to my mouth. I greedily sucked at it, desperate to get him off.

Brendon let go of his grip on my hair altogether, allowing me to lean forward further. I took a deep, nervous breath and took the length of his shaft as far as I could until it became uncomfortable. Then I pulled back and tried again, running my tongue along his cock as I did so. Brendon moaned softly and took hold of my hair once again, but this time not to hold me back. Instead when I took as much of his cock as I possibly could he pushed my head further, even though I didn’t think I could go any further.

I nervously tried to pull away, unused to being pushed forward. Now that I thought about it I was always the one in control sexually. I didn’t take orders from men, or allow them to push me around… until now. “Come on Christian.” Brendon softly caressed the side of my face with his free hand, while he still continued to gently press my mouth further down on his cock. “You can take it, I know you can. It’ll just be uncomfortable for a few minutes. If you stop struggling and be a good girl then it won’t be so bad, I promise.” I really had no choice but to take his word for it… but still, as he continued pressing down my fear grew.

I started gagging, and wondered if I would vomit and humiliate myself. My eyes grew teary, and then… then Brendon pulled my head back. He seemed to realize that I was out of it at this point, completely out of my mind by the fact that he’d pushed me so far and so he took control. He used my hair to force me forward, and pull me back… and I just let him.

I couldn’t breath and then I could. It seemed to be going by quickly as he used my mouth to fuck himself. I gasped and sputtered, and tears were rolling down my cheeks but it didn’t really hurt.

Then Brendon roughly pulled my head back. “Suck my balls Christian.” he ordered, forcing me to come back to reality. I leaned down, as if bobbing for apples. His wet cock slapped at my face since I couldn’t hold it still. I sucked one of his balls in to my mouth, slobbering over it, and then the other. It was a humiliating experience, but my first thought wasn’t that I wanted to leave… I really had no thoughts. I’d reached a point where I wasn’t thinking, and that was something I wasn’t used to at all.

Brendon grabbed his dick, slapping it against my face. I looked up at him, to see him smiling down at me. That seemed like a good thing. He was happy. His fingers took hold of the back of my head once again, as he bunched my hair up in his hand. I was forced down on his cock, until I couldn’t breath once again… and then…

I thought I would die.

His cock was buried as deep as possible, and I was already choking, when a warm substance splurted out. At first I had no idea what was happening, then it slowly hit me. He was cumming, and I had no choice but to swallow or choke. He held my head down on his cock as I struggled to swallow around him. I started to feel dizzy after a few seconds, and I honestly didn’t think he would let go but then he did.

I fell backwards, on my tied hands, and gasped for air.

The disgusting taste didn’t even really hit me, because I’d been more concerned with breathing. As I looked at Brendon and saw how proud he was I couldn’t make myself bitch about the experience, and so I said nothing.

Brendon smiled and slowly got to his knees in front of me. I moved back a little and he frowned. “Why are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” I asked, but my throat felt raw and /used/.

“Scooting away, like you think I’m going to hurt you.” Brendon replied.

“Because sometimes you do hurt me.” I blurted out.

Brendon blinked in confusion. “Sometimes I hurt you?”

“You have.” I answered.

Brendon nodded. “I have.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

“You were really good.” Brendon finally took up the conversation again. “And like I said, I’ll reward you.” He gently untied my wrists, letting the scarf fall to his bedroom floor.

“How?” I was hesitant to ask the question.

“You get to cum.” Brendon said it like it was the most amazing gift to ever be given, but I couldn’t even force myself to smile. “What’s wrong?” He picked up on the frown that I was attempting to fight off of my face.

“You seem to think that’s a gift, or an act of kindness but…” I trailed off, unsure if I wanted to speak my mind. Brendon could react anyway. I couldn’t be sure.

“But?” Brendon’s eyebrow had lifted, as he waited for my explanation.

I couldn’t take it back now. “But it’s humiliating, and degrading.” I breathed out the words, blushing a deep red.

“It’s degrading for me to allow you to cum?” Brendon asked, obviously confused. “I would have thought you’d find gagging on my cock to be more degrading.”

I looked down in embarrassment. “It’s just like you… like you own me, how I can’t even cum without your permission and now you’re granting it but it’s… humiliating.” My words were jumbled. I didn’t feel like the professional woman I’d felt like just a week ago.

Brendon nodded. “Okay, well I’m not going to make you cum. I’m just offering. So since you don’t want it-”

Oh, I should have kept my mouth shut. “Brendon.” I cut him off, unable to get past his name at first.

“Yes?” Brendon asked, full attention trained on me.

“Please don’t make me ask for it… I just, I was just being honest about how I felt.” I blushed.

Brendon chuckled. “Horny slut, so you do want to cum.” Thankfully he didn’t force me to answer. “Does your back still hurt?”

“Yes.” I answered softly.

“Let’s get on the bed then.” Brendon stood easily, extending his hand down to me which I took, gratefully.

He led me to the bed, pushing me down though he was still being gentle. It was nice, though when he was rough it was sexy… when he was gentle it somehow felt special. Probably because being rough was so much more natural for him, and it showed so in order to be gentle he had to actually try and he was trying for me.

“Spread your legs Christian.” Brendon commanded.

I did.

Brendon gently trailed his fingers along the lips of my pussy, teasing me. He chuckled as his finger lightly dipped in between the folds. “You’re dripping wet. Does sucking my cock turn you on?”

“Yes Sir.” I mumbled, letting the humiliation wash over me.

“Is your pussy sore from me fucking you?” Brendon asked.

“Yes Sir.” It was tender to his touch, making it so much more sensual as he slowly circled his thumb over my clit, while two of his fingers on his other hand dipped in to my opening. I leaned up, meeting him. It felt so good.

“Do you want me to just finger fuck you to climax then, or do you still want my cock?”

Golden question.

“Please… please, can you fuck me gently Brendon? - Sir?” I instantly corrected myself, and Brendon seemed to pay no mind.

“Gently?” He inquired.

“Yes please.” I moaned out, as he rubbed faster.

Brendon pulled his fingers away and I groaned in disappointment. He chuckled. “Down girl, I’m about to fuck you in a moment.” I didn’t even realize I’d been arching up towards him. I laid back down as Brendon shifted, moving over me carefully.

He grasped on to his cock, stroking it quickly and roughly. It was interesting to see him interact with his own body, and how rough he was with himself. It didn’t take much stimulation, which was a surprise to me. Then again I’d never had much sex in high school, so if it was a young age stamina thing… I wouldn’t know, and it seemed like Brendon was ‘in the know’ about all things sexual.

I wasn’t.

In his bedroom he was the teacher, and I was just the slightly unwilling student though technically I had consented.

Once Brendon’s cock had hardened enough for his standards he lined himself up, and I was more than ready. “Gently?” Brendon asked again, with an uncertain tone.

“Please.” I moaned the word out, desperate for his touch.

“You want to know something?” Brendon asked, as he gazed down at me in wonder.

“Um, sure.” I answered, as I squirmed slightly. His cock was resting at the entrance of my pussy, and I just wanted him so bad.

“You’re the prettiest girl I know, or have ever known.” Brendon muttered, sounding surprised.

I was seconds away from sweet release, and needed him. I needed him inside of me. “Please Brendon.” His words didn’t make it to my brain, which was clouded with sexual tension.

Brendon chuckled, reaching up. His fingers became intertwined with mine as he pinned them down. He slowly sank in to me, letting me become used to the sensation as I stretched to accommodate him. Somehow being sore made it a million times better, like I could feel him… more.

Brendon’s hands gently squeezed mine as my eyes fell closed. They fluttered back open as I stared up at him. “Is this gentle?” He awkwardly asked, as he rolled his hips causing him to gently pull out and then slide back in.

“Yeah Brendon, yeah that’s perfect.” I mumbled, as waves of pleasure rolled over my body. He released one of my hands, simply holding down both hands with one of his hands. It wasn’t that hard, and I wasn’t struggling.

Until his thumb found my clit. He rubbed it lightly, causing me to squirm as pleasurable sensations ran through my body. “S-stop.” I moaned.

“Nope.” Brendon chuckled. “And I’m not hurting you this time.” He teased. “This is pleasure baby, just pleasure.” He was right. It was a high dose of pleasure, directly applied to my body.

I almost felt like I should be screaming, but I wasn’t that loud in bed so instead I started breathing heavily as I grinded against his hand and cock. Both sensations worked together, building my orgasm up until I exploded with pleasure.

Brendon picked up his pace slightly, though he continued rubbing my clit.

Within seconds of my own orgasm I felt his warmth fill me, and with an exhausted sigh he lightly laid his weight upon me. His body was sweaty. My body was sweaty. We were both sweaty, from sex.

“I think I can do gentle every now and then.” Brendon breathed out.

“I think I can do rough every now and then.” I answered.

Brendon rolled over, off of me and I turned over on my side, curling up to him. He sighed happily. “This is nice.”

“Yeah, but it’s hot.” I complained.

“You’re such a girl.” Brendon chuckled.

“Yeah, I am.” I agreed.

“Always complaining about something.” He commented.

I let it go.

I was finding it wasn’t so hard to let some things go.

And if I wasn’t mistaken… Brendon was finding out the same thing.



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(Need to know if anyone is reading this before I continue. I’ll be basing it on reviews. Sorry guys! Just don’t want to waste my time. Thank you!)