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He forces a pill into your open mouth

Chapter 17 by sethjohnson sethjohnson

As you open your mouth to explain everything, he cups your fine chin with one hand, caressing it with strong manly fingers... and swiftly flicks the pill into your mouth with the other.

Your eyes flash wide. What has he done? What could this do?

As he looms commandingly over you, the hand that was stroking your chin, somewhat roughly pushes your chin up, closing your mouth.

You realise he is trying to make you swallow.

Your pulse races faster than ever. You can't believe this is happening - and you don't know what it is - but your pussy rages with fire at the situation and at the risks. This man has bought you. This man owns you. This man dominates you. This man wants you... and your body wants him.

You don't want it forever though. Your brain reasserts itself. The pill sits bitter, firm, but - you appreciate - surprisingly smooth on your tongue.

You lift your chin up to try to get it off his hand, letting out what you think is a grunt, but sounds more like a sex-starved whimper from this body. He forces your head further back.

Your throat is fully stretched now.

You push the pill up to the top of your mouth. "Don't swallow," you tell yourself.

The saliva builds up in your mouth though. Your throat strains. You are desperate to clear it... desperate to swallow...

"NO!" You try to command yourself.

Your eyes begin to water. Even as you get more and more turned on at the thought of surrender, you panic more and more at the risks and consequences. This had not been your plan for this visit.

Then he brings his lips against yours. You smell him. You want to open your lips to kiss him... but he's holding your chin up...

Then he releases you and you feel his other hand gently stroking your throat. He could, if he wanted encircle it, he is so much bigger and stronger than your diminutive frame in this body.

That is not his aim though.

He is gently stroking your throat to try to make you swallow.

The build up of saliva is too much. You can't breathe. You begin to breathe raggedly through your nose.

"Go on, it'll be well worthwhile," he whispers to you. Your pussy clenches. Your nipples feel harder than diamond, yearning for touch.

Your throat contracts and you swallow.

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