Page 22 of Devilish Debt
Ramifications…although…then again…there are evidently consequences tonotcompleting these actions.
I guess this is the sexual equivalence to arguing the difference in varying degrees of murder.
Intent is everything.
And honestly?
Under oath?
If I asked about whether my intent was to stay alive or make him feel fucking alive, I’m not sure I could answer with certainty the answer I’ve coached myself for years to answer.
I mean…come on.
His cock is going down smoother thanExtra Añejotequila.
“On all fours, Mr.Garcia,” instructs the dangerous woman from somewhere behind me.“Ass out.”
Correcting my frame not only forces me into a more humiliating position, it strips me of any control I may have been able to hold onto.
Which I am now understanding is the whole fucking point.
Of this.
Of everything.
Ravencroft – clearly – isn’t just entertained by making someone do the unexpected.
She’s amused by reminding someone oftheirplace in her world.
Just how helpless they are and how powerfulsheis.
“Much,” begins the female I had truly had no business being in the presence of at the same time she props her heel covered feet on my back, “better.”
Are you fucking kidding me?!
I’m not only a blow job action figure but a fucking foot stool?!
“Fiorenzo,” she precedes despite my increasing disbelief, “fuck his face.”
My cock swells in tandem with Zero’s.
“Wh-wh-wh…”
“Grab his hair,” Ravencroft orders as she presses the bottom of her shoe into the back of my head, callously pushing me forward, “and fuck his face.”
Shaky fingers slowly invade my hair.
“Andreallyfuck his face, Fiorenzo.”
They suddenly flex, prompting my mine to do the same against the warm ground beneath me.
“I expect to seetears.” Her foot shoves me again.“And hear himchoking.”
I’ve never done either.
Fuck, the closest I’ve ever even gotten to some shit like this was a few sharing experiences over the years, but even those weren’t likethis.
Maybe someone’s hand felt someone’s nuts.
