He never said he would. He would never stop, no matter what words I used.
And I…
… I didn’t stop him either.
My arms dropped. The bracelet stayed. My chance to end it vanished.
I couldn’t fight. Not him. Not this.
So I stood there. I was bare, shaking, and humiliated. Not by him, Gods, not by Travin. It was me. All me.
His spit-slick finger pressed harder…
And slid inside with a wet, awful pop that made something in me crack.
It was happening. It was real.
And gods help me—
I let it.
My knees buckled. He caught me, locking me in place with an iron grip.
“Yeah,” he rasped against my skin, breath hot. “That’s still a virgin hole.”
A sob caught in my chest. I gasped into his body, but it twisted into a moan before it left my mouth.
This part of me. The part that was untouched, sacred, off-limits. Like the rest of me, was now his playground. And my body... my fucking traitorous body... welcomed him.
“Don’t hurt me,” I cried. Tears came. Not from the pain.
He laughed low in his throat. “I never promised you that.”
The words slashed through me. And then his finger pumped deeper, more brutal, unrelenting.
I snapped. I bit him, hard, just below the collarbone. I sank my teeth in until I tasted blood.
He groaned. But Gods it wasn’t in pain. In fucking approval. He fucking loved it.
“That’s it,” he snarled. “Good girl.”
Gods, those words. I hated them. I loved them.
My hips bucked against him. They were sure what they wanted to do, run, grind, fight?
He twisted his finger. Hooked it. Pain and panic collided with a gush of slick heat between my thighs. My cunt clenched, greedy and furious.
A sob ripped out of me. I bit him again, harder, desperate for something to hold onto.
“That’s it,” he hissed, his teeth bared. “Give as much as you take.”
He kept working me, obscene little circles that made my body betray me more with every second. I was soaked. Shaking. Gone.
Finally, he pulled out, slow and slick, hands steadying me as I staggered.
The cold air slapped my dripping skin. My cunt throbbed. My ass twitched. I didn’t know whether to sob, laugh, or beg him to do it again.
A sharp crack split the air. The sound hit before the pain.
He slapped my ass so hard it rattled my whole body. The sting echoed through my bones.
“Great fucking ass!” he barked.
Tears blurred my vision. I looked up and saw the bloom of blood where I had bitten him. Saw the smile that promised there would be no mercy.
He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down.
Not hard. Not cruel.
Just firm. I was going to kneel for him now. Period.
And gods help me, I did.
The floor hit my knees like a slap. Cold. Hard. Humiliating.
His scent filled my nose. The sweat, leather, something darker permeated my senses. It was something that smelled like sin and danger and the end of every decent thing in the world.
I looked up. His cock strained against the leather, desperate to break free.
I stared.
My mouth went dry. My cunt went the opposite. It was flooding like a dam about to burst.
“Again,” he ordered, voice low, rough, demanding.
I tried to breathe. Tried to think.
“Travin.” The word came without thought, like a prayer I’d learned too well.
He reached behind, unlaced his pants, and dropped them without a word.
His cock sprang free. It was full, heavy, bobbing once like it had a mind of its own.
“Hello, I’m here to ruin your life,” it seemed to say.
It was massive.
Not just big. It was… Monstrous. I was looking at a battering ram, a weapon, a fucking siege engine.
I gawked. Kaeso’s had been good enough. Like him, it was beautiful, decent, and familiar. This thing? This was... something else. It was more weapon than anything.
Thicker than my wrist, veined, furious, glistening already with want. If I dared, I doubted my fingers could even close around it.
“That’s... going to kill me,” I croaked, barely breathing.
“Let’s find out.” Travin grinned, wicked, merciless. “Now open your fucking mouth.”
I tried. I really tried. My lips parted obediently, but everything in me screamed to run.
“Don't make me tell you twice,” he growled.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my throat open. He slammed his rod into my mouth in one brutal thrust.
I gagged instantly. The head hit the back of my throat like a fist.
“Breathe through your nose,” he barked.
I tried. Gods, I tried. Snorting in air like a desperate animal, my body convulsed under the invasion.
His hips bucked forward, stuffing me even deeper. My nose mashed into the base of him, buried in the coarse golden hair.
Tears welled instantly. Panic rose. Real panic, like I was drowning. My hands scrabbled at his hips, pushing, pounding, begging.
He finally let go of my hair and I pulled back, coughing, gasping, slick strings of spit and precum oozing down my chin.
But he wasn’t done.
He steered me sideways by the hair, shoving my face over the chamber pot. He saw it coming before I did.
The sickness came fast. Dinner, ale, shame. It splashed into the reeking bowl.
He chuckled, but not cruelly. It was like a parent laughing at a child who didn’t know any better.
“Gotta say,” he mused, watching me heave. “You’re truly admirable.”
“Why?” I rasped, throat shredded.
“Most girls don’t make it that far.”
Tears blurred my vision. I’m sorry, I wanted to say. I wasn’t good enough. I wasn’t strong enough. 
I felt shame for some reason. He was a monster, but I was the one who felt bad.
“Well,” he said, easing back onto the bed. “What do we do when we fail?”
I whimpered, dragging myself back between his knees, hands sticky, face filthy. There was no pride left.
“Don't be like that.”
“Like what?” I snapped, hollow.
“A sad little whore.”
He brushed a drying tear from my cheek. It was a strange act of tenderness. Like he understood my conflicted feelings.
But eyes hardened. The tenderness was gone again.
“Get to work,” he ordered coldly.
He hauled me upright by the hair again, dragging me back into kneeling. He stood to his full height, just like before. Ready for the next assault.
Gods, I had to go again.
I stared at his cock. That monstrous thing seemed to stare back. It was daring me.
My hands trembled as I reached for it, trying to wrap my fingers around the heat of it. Veined and heavy, pulsing with life. A weapon. A god. A sentence passed straight to my ruin.
I leaned in and licked the underside. My tongue moved slow, reverent. I savored the salt, the skin, the musk.
Spit dripped from my chin as I kissed the head and smeared it over my lips like sacrament.
It was obscene. It was beautiful. I could see that now, feel it, worship it. Now that it wasn’t wedged down my throat.
Not yet. But it would be.
Still, I kept showing it the care it demanded. The love it deserved. Tender, trembling devotion from a filthy little whore kneeling in the Temple of Purity.
He moaned, low, rough, hungry.
“Open wider,” he growled, fisting a hand in my hair.
I obeyed.
He drove himself in again. Slower this time. But not softer. There was nothing gentle in him. Nothing gentle in me, anymore.
He hit the back of my throat, and I took it, but just barely. My body was already fighting.
“Relax,” he hissed. “Swallow. Take it.”
I moaned, the vibration humming along his shaft.
Tears poured freely now, streaking my cheeks, dripping to my bare breasts.
He held there. It was deep, punishing, and forced my throat to yield.
“Good girl,” he growled.
Gods, those words. They set something ugly and hot writhing inside me.
I closed my eyes, shutting out the world, letting him use me. Letting my body betray me.
The taste of him, all salty, musky, alive, coated my tongue and slid down my throat with everything else.
My mind fought it. My body wanted more.
He pulled out slowly, a wet pop echoing obscenely. A thick string of spit and precum tethered us, swinging between my chin and his cock.
“Say it.”
“Travin,” I gasped.
“Again.”
“Travin,” I moaned, throat raw.
His smile was a dark, terrible thing. He slapped the cock against my face. It was taunting, claiming, marking me before pushing it back into my mouth.
“You like sucking cock, Jolana?”
He pulled himself out and slapped the fucking thing against me.
I wanted to scream no.
I wanted to scream fuck you.
Instead, I whimpered, “I love sucking yours.”
Gods, what was happening to me?