She knelt on the cold stone floor of the abandoned warehouse, wrists bound behind her back with rough rope that bit into her skin. Marcus stood over her, his tall frame blocking the single dim bulb, his eyes hard and unyielding. "Open your mouth," he ordered, voice low and rough like gravel under boots. She shook her head, lips pressed tight, but he gripped her hair and yanked her forward until her face pressed against the hard bulge in his jeans. The command was absolute; resistance only tightened his hold.
He unzipped slowly, freeing his thick cock, already half-hard and heavy. "Suck it," he said, pressing the head against her closed lips. She tried to turn away, but his fist in her hair forced her still. The first push parted her lips, the salty taste of him flooding her tongue as he slid deeper. She gagged at the intrusion, throat tightening, but he held her there, hips rocking forward in short, deliberate thrusts that left no room for escape.
Tears stung her eyes as he used her mouth, controlling the pace with brutal precision. "That's it, take it deeper," he growled, his free hand cupping the back of her head to guide her. Each thrust stretched her jaw, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat until she struggled for breath. Spit dripped down her chin, mixing with the precum leaking from him. He didn't relent, even when she whimpered around his length, the vibration only making him swell harder.
The power exchange was total. She was nothing but his vessel in that moment, her body reacting despite the forceheat pooling between her thighs, nipples tightening against her thin shirt. Marcus noticed, a dark smile curving his mouth. "Look at you getting wet from being used." He pulled back just enough for her to gasp air, then drove in again, deeper, until her nose brushed his pubic hair. Her bound hands clenched uselessly, the rope burning her wrists as she fought the urge to submit fully.
He fucked her mouth with increasing intensity, hips snapping, balls slapping her chin. The wet sounds filled the spaceobscene, rhythmic, inescapable. "Swallow every inch," he demanded, voice edged with command that brooked no refusal. She had no choice; his grip kept her in place as he used her throat, the forced rhythm building until his cock pulsed and he came with a guttural groan, hot spurts flooding her mouth. She had to swallow or choke, the thick taste coating her tongue as he held her there until he was spent.
Even then, he didn't release her immediately. He kept her on her knees, cock softening in her mouth, making her lick him clean under his watchful stare. The dominance lingered in every touch, every word. When he finally pulled free, strings of saliva and cum connecting them, he tilted her chin up. "Good girl. Next time you'll beg for it." The promise hung heavy, dark and binding, leaving her trembling with the raw intensity of what had been takenand what she knew would come again.
