Training (8)

“Oh, I wish you could see this. It’s a shame you’re stuck like this and can’t see yourself struggling. You’re begging me to put another one in now, aren’t you?”

Cane whispered in my ear.

“Do you want me to put it in now?”

He whispers. I shook my head vigorously, even as I panted. It was obvious what he meant. His c*ck was throbbing and hard against my as$ and thighs.

“No”

I couldn’t see Cane’s expression, but I could tell he wasn’t happy.

I trembled with fear. His finger was still moving lazily inside my hole. With each slow movement, my v*ginal walls clenched and quivered, squeezing and screaming against the intruder.

It felt like Cane’s c*ck was going to crash into me at any moment. I was afraid that my pleasure-seeking body would respond to him, climaxing and moaning, and the only thing worse than losing my body was losing my mind.

“This is why training is so important.”

Thankfully, Cane released his grip on my wrists. My arms sagged and my body collapsed helplessly.

“Because you don’t want something so good.”

He unzipped his pants. I jumped at the sound, my shoulders shaking. I didn’t want to turn around at all.

“Doc. Look here.”

But Cane wouldn’t let me. His big hands grabbed my head and twisted me towards him, his c*ck sticking out in front of me, the same horrible thing I’d seen yesterday.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“You like it. Open your eyes.”

“This isn’t forced s*x; he’s teasing me, flirting with me like he’s playing with a cornered mouse.”

“Cane, stop…don’t do it.”

I looked up at Cane’s face, trying not to look at his p*nis. My throat locked up badly.

“Stop what? I’m trying so hard to live up to your expectations, Dr. Dirty, filthy bastard.”

He started stroking his p*nis. It was already hard, but it swelled even larger in his hand. It was quite a sight, and I couldn’t help but stare at it.

“I want to put this inside your p*ssy, but you don’t want to? What should I do?”

Sometimes he smirks like he’s heard me out.

“You said you’d do whatever I want as long as I let you close the door. I’ve been thinking about it for a while outside.”

He rubbed his er*ect p*nis against my cheek. The thick gl*ns and veined shaft were hot and slippery, and I could see the dark pubic hair and swollen t*sticles underneath.

The water from the shower was splashing over my head and soaking Cane’s chest, his black T-shirt clinging tightly to his muscular body.

“Can I try to put this in here? Make you crawl like a dog, or let you stay n*ked all day?”

I thought, did I take “do whatever you want” too lightly, or did Cane go too far? He had just told me to bare my br*ast and flirt, so I assumed it would work. Sigh, now I’ve got another problem to deal with.

Cane was an as$hole, I didn’t answer.

“What do you like, Doc?”

His p*nis glides over my cheek. I can’t choose anything. I hate it all.

“Why won’t you answer me?”

“I don’t like everything.”

“Then you shouldn’t.”

Cane clicks his tongue.

“Or do you want to s*ck it and pound it?”

Without warning, I jab the blunt tip of his gl*ns over my lips. I look up at him, startled. His lazily closed eyes stare down at me. His p*nis nods menacingly as our eyes meet.

“Oh! Then let’s do it. I’m in a hurry.”

Cane tries to pull me to my feet. “Ah,” he groans lowly, and I grab his c*ck.

My fingertips gripped the shaft, not realizing how thick it was. It felt hot and alive. Cane looked down at me with eager eyes. His eyes were urgent.

No matter how much I think about it, I feel like I’ve been tricked by him. But I have no choice. If I refuse, he’ll only make things worse for me. After all, I was just punished for the slightest act of defiance.

I opened my trembling lips and n*bbled at the head. Slippery liquid coated my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked it lightly. The thick, slimy fluid didn’t taste anything, but it had a strange viscosity. With each lick his p*nis twitched as if it were alive.

“Ahh.”

Cane breathed out, grabbing the back of my head and squeezing hard. His c*ck was thrust into my mouth. My breath caught in my throat. My mouth opened as far as it would go. His c*ck filled my mouth.

“Keep it in and out of my mouth.”

Yuel commanded and Cane began to rock his hips. Slowly he pulled out and then thrust back in. Even with the slow movements, I felt nauseous as the p*nis pushed into my mouth. Worse, despite my best efforts, I couldn’t even get halfway in. Tears stung my eyes from the pain.

“Doctor, your mouth is so f*cking small.”

He gasped and thrust his c*ck deep into me again. It was a deeper penetration than before. Whoosh, I gagged. I pulled my head back, but Cane’s grip was tight and I couldn’t escape.

I pounded his thighs. The chains made a loud clanking sound.

“You’re not struggling, you’re slipping, huh.”

His movements became wild. His c*ck, which had slipped out, pushed deep back in. He began to rock his hips as if he was penetrating.

“Kuck!”

The p*nis in my throat was ferocious. I clenched my teeth against it, but the sensation of it scraping against my flesh was eerie, and soon I found myself desperately pursing my lips. Cane was in a trance, oblivious to the pain.

“Huck, huh, s*ck!”

Cane’s low gasp stuck in my chest.

The roots of his head ached in his hands. Tears streamed down his face, soaking it, and his lips were chapped and blistered. A lump rose in his throbbing throat.

I could see that Cane was holding back, but I felt grim and hard. I didn’t know when this terrible act would end.

Her gaping mouth and jaw ached as if they were going to fall off, her lips tingled as if they’d been popped, and then Cane’s c*ck slipped completely out of her mouth.

“Open your mouth.”

He ordered through clenched teeth. I instinctively closed my mouth and shook my head. Cane flicked his c*ck out roughly, spraying a mess of thick cum all over my face. He narrowed his eyes and shuddered.

Sticky c*m dripped over my eyelids and clung to my lashes. I raised my hand to wipe the liquid away, dumbfounded by the sudden bomb. That’s when Cane grabbed my face and lifted it.

“Whatever, Doc. I’m not f*cking listening.”

My jaw ached from his tight grip. The man’s animalistic eyes stared right back at me.

I gasped at the vicious stare.

“Funny. Really. You don’t listen to me, you rattle, then you rattle again when I say something.”

He grinned and let go of the hand holding my face. Realizing that I was exposing my br*asts to him, I wrapped my arms around myself. Unaware of my unseemly gesture, Cane pulled off his wet shirt.

I sucked in an involuntary breath. Cane’s rippling trapezius, toned chest, and abs were exposed. In a way, Theo’s familiar body was harder than it had been in years.

Why are you taking off your clothes, anyway? I clasped my trembling hands together.

“When you’re done, get out.”

Cane said as he stripped down to his pants. I jumped to my feet as soon as I heard him.

“Oh!”

Cane gasped as if he’d remembered something.

“You need to wash your p*ssy. You’re wet, too.”

My face burned with anger. I wouldn’t use the word bitter to describe it, although it was a mess in his hands. Seriously, Cane’s manners got worse every time I heard them.

He was now wearing only black briefs. I was standing n*ked in front of him.

I haphazardly covered my br*asts and p*ssy, but Cane’s eyes must have looked at my body.

“Do you need me to wash you up?”

Cane asked, tilting his head inquiringly. I shook my head vigorously and turned the shower on, washing my p*ssy, rinsing off the cum that was now running like water.

He climbed out of the tub, covered himself with a towel, and gathered his clothes and bandages. By this time Cane was humming and soaping himself. He looked relaxed.

I stepped outside, dried myself with trembling hands, and dressed. I gathered up the loose bandages and laid them on the table. My top was a little damp. I took it off the right side and hung it on the chain like a piece of laundry, but it must have fallen to the floor when I struggled with Cane.

Of course, I could have unzipped the Velcro on the right sleeve and taken it off completely, but I usually leave my clothes on the chain if I’m only going to take them off and on.

I sat still on the bed and listened to the water running in the bathroom. My lips were burning and tingling, my eyes were puffy, and my wrist was throbbing. I glanced down at my wrists, which were now covered in handprints. My right wrist, which was still in chains, was fine, but the gash on my left wrist had burst open and was bleeding from being held together in Cane’s hand. It looked like the chains had popped open the wound.

I had never been treated like this in all my years with Theo. Theo had always been a gentleman. He was cold and calculating, but he was also tender.

A tear trickled down my bruised wrist. As much pleasure as Cane elicited, misery lingered where the pleasure had passed.

“Tsk, tsk, are you crying again?”

Cane emerged from the bathroom, clucking his tongue as he shook out his wet hair. He strolled lazily over to the bed, n*ked, not bothering to cover his p*nis.