Page 43 of Shamefully Trained

“Oh, you like that, don’t you,” he murmured. “Naughty little thing.”

Horror traveled through me, a tingle in my toes that rose to white heat in my scalp. Because, yes… my body liked it. I liked it.

I liked being called filthy names while I knelt naked on my wealthy sponsor’s carpet and let him use my mouth. I wanted to deny it, but denial had become impossible in the face of the wet heat throbbing between my legs and the involuntary way my hips kept trying to move.

He fucked my face a little harder.

“Look at you,” he said, voice thickening. “Trying so hard to be good while I use you like a cheap whore.”

A strangled little whimper escaped me.

“That’s right. Take it.” His hand left my hair just long enough to thumb at the corner of my mouth where saliva had gathered, then he put it back and pushed in again. “I can’t wait to fuck that sweet little cunt.”

My thighs trembled.

“And your adorable bottom,” he added, the phrase so appallingly intimate that my whole body lit up with answering shame. “God, Alex. I’m going to have so much fun inside your little bottom.”

I gagged again, from the sheer depth.

He growled at that, deep in his chest. His hips had lost any pretense of measured teaching now. He was still careful in the sense that he gave me air, but appetite had come to the surface. He used my mouth because it pleased him, because he wanted to, because I belonged under his power like this for the moment and he intended to enjoy it fully.

I could tell he had gotten close, just from the way his body changed against my hands, from the tension in his thighs, from the roughness of the sounds he let out now, from the way each thrust seemed to carry less deliberation and more need.

The realization thrilled me so much I wanted to hide from myself, somehow.

He pulled me off him just far enough that I could breathe through my mouth as well as my nose, and I gasped. Saliva stretched obscenely between my lips and his cock before breaking.

“Open,” he snarled.

I opened at once, my whole body seeming to clench at the hunger in that word, his utter disdain for my comfort.

He thrust back in and held me there for a second, then gave two hard, deep strokes that made my eyes flood again. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re going to swallow for me in just a moment.”

CHAPTER 14

Alex

My stomach flipped. I had never done that. I had told myself I would never do that… swallow a man’s semen the way I knew some women did.

Cheap whores. Sluts.

Like me.

Porter used my mouth a few seconds longer, his control palpably, audibly fraying now. Then he drew out, took hold of my head firmly in both hands, and pushed the broad tip back just past my lips.

“Stay,” he said.

I stayed.

He came with a sharp rough sound that seemed torn out of him. Warmth flooded my tongue, my mouth, more than I had expected, intimate and shocking and unmistakable. I flinched on pure reflex, but his hands held me steady.

“Swallow,” he said at once.

I did, throat working. The thickness and the heat and the bitterness… none of the physical sensations held a candle to the humiliation of it, and the mortifying effect being degraded that way affected my naked, quivering body. My eyes shut for one second and opened again. There was more. I swallowed again, obedient and burning with shame.

“That’s right,” he said, still breathing hard. “All of it.”

He waited until I had done it. Only then did he let go.