Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I felt my pulse jump in my throat.
“If you’d care to use her mouth,” he added, with that same terrible composure, “I think you’ll find her body more eloquent than any budget projection. The pleasure she gives is often highly clarifying.”
Gowry looked down at me, then at Porter, and something grimly amused touched his mouth. “Is that so?”
“It has been my experience.”
Gowry’s hand came to the back of my head. His hard manhood loomed in front of me, brandished casually, moving inexorably forward.
The first touch of his cock against my tongue made me moan before I could stop myself. That little sound humiliated me utterly. It told both of them too much.
The senator did not rush. He let the blunt head rest there for one second, as if reacquainting me with the weight and heat of him, then he pushed in.
I took him, with a whimper that would have humiliated me all by itself, even if the very idea that I had gotten so aroused at being shared this way hadn’t already thoroughly degraded me.
My lips stretched around him, my already aching jaw opening wider, the salty masculine taste filling my mouth while my whipped bottom burned and burned. I tried to do what Porter had taught me—relax my throat, breathe through my nose, keep my tongue soft and useful, receive rather than flinch. I heard Porter move somewhere behind me, and that seemed to steady me, though the idea I could find refuge there mortified me all on its own.
With both hands on the back of my head, Gowry began to fuck my face in measured strokes. He had clearly decided to use me deliberately, which felt even more shaming. Each thrust made me rock a little on my knees.
I realized with an absurd new blush that I had put my hands behind my back without being told. To my dismay, it seemed right, even once I had noticed it. Better. More obedient. More what I was for.
“Well trained,” Gowry said after a few thrusts, his voice still remarkably even despite what he was doing to me. “You weren’t exaggerating. She’s much better than she was a few weeks ago.”
“No,” Porter said. “I tend not to.”
I felt absurd pride flower in me at that, right in the middle of the degradation. My eyes stung. I looked up as much as I could, and saw only pieces: Gowry’s broad torso, the line of his open trousers, one of Porter’s hands resting lightly against the edge of the desk as if he had only a casual interest in how I performed this humiliating service in the interest of his bill.
Gowry pushed deeper. I gagged around him, tears springing to my eyes, and then I forced myself to take it better on the next thrust of his massive penis. Porter had taught me that too: not to panic at the shameful reflex, not to make drama of it, but to open and yield and try again.
“There,” Porter said quietly. “That’s my girl.”
The words went through me like an electrical current. My pussy clenched so hard it almost hurt. I knelt on a senator’s carpet with my face turned into a tool to secure legislation, my ass freshly caned, my body reduced in every conceivable way to function and service, and all I could feel, suddenly and shockingly, was safety.
Not safety in the ordinary sense. Not comfort. Not gentleness.
Safety in structure. In being directed. In knowing exactly what I was supposed to do and that Porter would not let the scene become anything he had not chosen—and he would never choose anything truly harmful to me. Safety in not having to defend myself from what I wanted anymore because he was already using it, framing it, making it mean something.
Gowry’s pace increased a little. His fingers tightened in my hair, with unmistakable ownership, if only for the moment. He used my mouth more firmly now, and with a jolt of wayward need I let him. I tried to please him, telling myself I was doing it for Porter’s bill, but knowing it had at least as much to do with the shameless, helpless need Porter had brought out in me.
My bottom throbbed with each movement. The combination of pain and oral submission and Porter’s watchful presence made the room feel dense, overfull, almost unreal.
“She likes it a lot more now, too… more than she did the last time I saw her anyway,” Gowry said.
“Yes,” Porter replied. “She understands her role better.”
I moaned around the cock in my mouth at that, to my dismay, and Gowry let out a low breath through his nose.
“Yes,” he said. “I can tell.”
I tried even harder after that. I hollowed my cheeks when he withdrew far enough. I let my tongue move where I could. When he thrust more deeply, I took it, choking only a little, blinking tears from my eyes while my body blazed with humiliation and something darker and sweeter.