Thread: Scarlett's Biggest Fan (DeRe x glasspearls)

When Chase locked eyes with Scarlett he felt almost came right then. He could see the anger burning within her, the furious desire to fight him. That was good, because a fuck that fought back was all more the fun for him But the fat, black mascara-streaked tears that ran across her previously immaculate face revealed her weakness. He knew she was no more than a glorified prostitute now, willing to barter her life for her body. Working her head like a piston, he maintained a firm, deep rhythm as her cheeks bulged and she started turning red. Work it, bitch! he hissed. This ain't some boyfriend's skinny dick! You're sucking a man's cock now! He felt a definite tension pass through her as she forced herself to submit. Chase wondered how many men she had taken in her mouth in her life she seemed a natural given the relative ease with which her tiny mouth swallowed his huge dick. But it would always have been on her terms he imagined - her agonized anger was evidence of that. After first starting scared and amateurish like a virgin on prom night, she quickly began to suck him with real skill. He felt her lips tight around the shaft while her tongue flicked and teased the head of his cock. Chase's guttural groans and Scarlett's wet choking noises echoed dully in the concrete garage. They locked eyes again, her face now ruddy with tears, spit, mascara and pre-cum. For weeks Chase had stared at this face in anticipation and agony. Now it was impaled on his dick, and every moment seemed to ring with a vivid clarity like some kind of high. For a few wild moments he imagined killing her right there - having her die on the end of his cock. It would be like crushing a rose just arrived in full bloom, he though deliriously. But he had sunk far too much effort into things and could never let her off so lightly. Just as Scarlett's vision began to blur and panic race through her, Chase came at full force down her throat. It seemed to last for hours as he moaned and furiously facefucked her for a final series of thrusts. His knees nearly gave out beneath him as pleasure wracked right through his muscular frame. Suckkit bitch! Suck it down! Swallow it! SWALLOW! He had released Scarlett's nose but kept a firm fistful of her soft blond hair, and delivered a few short hard slaps to her tearful face. How many other men have been afforded the privilege of blowing in her mouth, he considered idly. Their gaze met once more and Chase saw something go out behind those blazing emerald orbs as she choked down his load. Get used to the taste, beautiful, he sneered. It's all you'll be living on for a long time! He pulled out with a sigh of satisfaction, and stepped aside to wash himself off at a basin. Once he had tided up he took a beer from the fridge and went to the dungeon next door, to prepare it for Scarlett. All the while she was left, ravished and drooling cum, to wait for her next torture, He returned after a few minutes to cut the bond holding her wrists and ankles and release the hogtie, while keeping her bound. Grabbing both her forearms firmly he dragged her out like a limp doll, and carried her swiftly into the dungeon adjacent to the garage. The room was brightly lit by a searing overhead bulb. It illuminated a number of BDSM and torture devices in a stark, cold concrete bunker. Chase maneuvered Scarlett roughly, throwing her like a sack onto a filthy mattress in the center of the room. Welcome to your new home, slave he whispered, as he took a long bamboo cane from the wall.