NOVEL NEXT Will you not thank me? – r18
Julian's grip grew tighter, his knuckles whitening with the effort, and she realized with a start that he wasn't going to let her go. Instead, he began to fuck her throat with renewed vigor, his hips snapping against her face, the force of his thrusts making her eyes water and her nose burn.
The headmistress's chest heaved as she desperately tried to draw in air, her hands now clutching at his thighs for purchase, nails digging into his skin.
Finally, he released his cock from her throat, and she coughed, sputtering and gagging, desperate to fill her lungs. Julian chuckled darkly, watching her struggle.
"You like that, don't you, whore?" He leaned down and spat in her face, the warm saliva landing on her cheeks and mixing with her tears.
The headmistress's eyes widened in shock and humiliation, but she didn't dare wipe it away. Instead, she kept her gaze locked on his, her cheeks stinging with the harsh reality of her new role.
Julian chuckled, enjoying the way she squirmed under his degradation. She had always thought herself above this kind of treatment, but here she was, kneeling before him, a saliva-covered mess.
"Open your mouth," Julian ordered again, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.
Her mouth complied almost reflexively, her lips parting to reveal her red, abused throat. He stepped closer, his cock still rock-hard and slick with her spit, and without another word, he pushed back into her mouth, going even deeper than before.
The headmistress choked, her eyes watering and nose streaming as she fought to breathe around his thickness. Julian's hands were on her head again, controlling her movements as he began to thrust in and out of her throat with a rhythm that was unrelenting.
Each time she tried to pull away, to gasp for air, he would push harder, holding her down until she could do nothing but accept his invasion.
Her throat muscles spasmed around him, desperately trying to adjust to the intrusion, and she could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, the pressure building until she thought she would pass out.
Yet, she remained steadfast, her eyes never leaving his as she endured his rough treatment. It was as if she had become a living receptacle for his lust, a vessel to be used and discarded at his whim.
Julian's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing harsher, and she could feel the tension building in his body. The headmistress braced herself, knowing what was coming.
With a final, deep groan, he released his grip on her hair, and she felt his cock swell even further in her mouth.
Hot, sticky cum shot down her throat, filling her mouth and nose. She choked, her eyes watering even more, but she managed to swallow, her cheeks bulging as she tried to keep up with the flow.
Julian's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of triumph and disgust as he watched her struggle to contain his seed.
"How was it, you whore?" Julian asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The headmistress coughed, the taste of his semen still coating her mouth. She didn't answer, too lost in the humiliation to form words.
Julian leaned down, his hand still wrapped around his cock, and wiped the excess cum onto her cheek with his thumb.
"Was it good?" He taunted, his smile cruel. The headmistress shuddered, feeling the weight of his question. It had been terrifying, degrading, and yet she couldn't deny the dark thrill that coursed through her body.
She had never felt so alive, so powerless, and so utterly owned.
Her mouth was still full of his seed, the bitter taste coating her tongue, making her want to vomit. But she held it in, her own silent form of protest.
Julian waited, his cock still hard against her cheek, as if expecting a response. The headmistress took a deep, shaky breath and swallowed, the muscles of her throat convulsing around the thickness of his cum.
"Good," she murmured, the word barely audible, her eyes never leaving his. It was the only response she could give without betraying the tumult of emotions within her.
Julian's smile grew wider, the satisfaction in his eyes unmistakable. He knew he had broken her, turned her into the whore he had so crudely accused her of being.
And yet, she felt a strange sense of power in her submission, a thrill that she had never felt before.
Julian stepped back, his cock still standing tall despite his recent release. He gestured to the table behind her.
"Lean against it," he ordered, his voice still a low growl.
The headmistress did as she was told, her trembling legs barely holding her upright. She braced her hands against the cool wood, her back arched as she presented herself to him.
Julian's gaze raked over her body, his eyes lingering on her ample breasts and the wetness between her legs.
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress the curve of her ass.
"What a nice ass you've got," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and admiration. His fingers squeezed her flesh, his grip firm but not painful.
"It's going to look so good when I fuck it."
The headmistress couldn't help the little whimper that escaped her, a mix of fear and arousal. Julian's touch was both terrifying and electrifying.
Without warning, he slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room. The headmistress yelped in pain, her eyes welling up with tears. Julian leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"Will you not thank me?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise of what was to come.
The headmistress took a shaky breath, the sting of his slap still resonating through her body. She knew that she had to play the role he demanded of her.
She had to submit, to show her appreciation for his use of her body, no matter how degrading it felt.
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears.