He shows her her room

Daryl smiled as he watched the Latina’s tight, naked ass jiggle as she followed his boss up the stairs to the mansion. This was the prettiest one Mr. Cale had bought so far. He made a mental note to check on the girl once the old man went to sleep.

Jonas dragged Max through the big entrance hall. Suddenly she remembered that back at the wedding when she had met Jonas for the first time, he had been accompanied by his wife. She stopped, looking around uncomfortably.

“Is your wife home?” she asked.

Jonas turned around to face her. A smug smile spread on his face. “Margot? That old dragon doesn’t live here, she moved out years ago. We just act as if we were still happy at family reunions and crap like that…”

“Now come,” he ordered seizing the naked girl by her upper arm, “I’ll show you your room.”

With that he firmly dragged her up the stairs.

Max gasped as Jonas pushed the door open and pulled her into the room. It was a small, poorly lit room, only containing a simple bed, a toilet and a wash basin with a dribbling faucet. A single, old light bulb hung from a cable and bathed the room into a dim light. It didn’t escape Max’ attention that there were marks on each bed post, as if someone had been tied to them and had struggled to break the bonds…

Max sighed. After all she had been through tonight she wouldn’t have minded her cell cot back in Manticore, she just wanted to sleep.

She heard Jonas clear his throat and turned to face him while trying to hide how disgusted she was every time she looked at this man who made a fortune of the sorrow of others while looking down on his nephew, the crime-fighting journalist.

“I guess it has been a long night and you’re very tired! So get a good rest!”

“Thanks,” Max muttered and turned back around. She couldn’t wait to get a couple of hours of sleep before she’d look for a way out of this mess.

Suddenly her collar burst to life, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. “AARGH!” she screamed as she dropped to her knees.

“Now, don’t be impolite, Max,” she heard Jonas’ voice behind her, “That’s not a way to thank your master!”

Max threw her head around and gave the grinning man a glare that would have made a drill sergeant at the compound back off. Jonas merely shook his head as if she were a little kid and once again pressed the button.

Max squealed with anger as the collar struck her down again, leaving her power- and breathlessly on the floor.

Jonas towered over her. “You know, Max,” he uttered calmly, “This hurts me more than it hurts you! But I can continue this longer than you can. So maybe you should do as you’re told!”

Gritting her teeth angrily, Max slowly rose to her knees. She knew she had to submit for now. She had to finish the job! Shocked she noticed how wet her pussy was. Her body seemed to get excited by the jolts that the cruel man sent through her body. Her cunt was twitching with joy, spreading a delicious mix of sensations through her entire body. Slowly she lifted her eyes to meet his.

Jonas was surprised when he saw the lust in her eyes. He had been half-expecting defiance, that she’d put up a fight. On the contrary, she now licked her lips hungrily as she unbuckled his belt. Well, he wasn’t going to complain…

Max wasn’t sure why she was so horny. Maybe it was her genetically programmed soldier-mentality, that she was trying to serve an authority’s wish as best as she could, maybe she was going into heat… But what she knew was that right now all she wanted to do was suck Jonas Cale’s dick!

Finally she managed to wrestle Jonas’ pants, along with his underpants, down his thighs, resulting in almost getting slapped in the face by his hard length. She took a second to admire its girth, length and the bell-shaped head, a droplet of pre-cum forming on its tip. Grinning she wrapped her small fist around it and pumped it several times.

Jonas groaned as he looked down. She was marvelous. He watched in awe as she spat into her palm for lubrication, then spread her saliva along his shaft, before sticking her tongue out and playfully flicked it over his head. Her eyes were focused on the task and the pleasure she took from it was obvious.

“Fucking whore!” he muttered when she finally enveloped his helmet with those fat cocksucker-lips, though it was rather meant as a compliment than an insult. Instinctively, his hands wrapped into her curls, guiding her head as she began to bob up and down slightly.

The slurping sounds of the sloppy blowjob she gave him turned her on even more. Her left hand began mauling her tits, tweaking her stiff nipples slightly, before lingering down, over her abs, to her pussy. Gently she dipped the tip of her finger in, feeling her wetness, while her thumb grazed over her sensitive clit.

Max soon found her rhythm, guided by Jonas’ hands, and took more and more of his cock into her mouth. After a while she altered this with some slutty, open-mouthed lashes with the flat of her tongue along his shaft.

Jonas gritted his teeth to hold back at this erotic show. This girl definitely knew how to handle a cock! And it was amazing how she seemed to enjoy this too! Her left hand was between her legs and she was busy fingering herself while she fellated him. Her right hand, which had been jerking him off until now, wandered down and cupped his ballsack. He panted heavily when she began to massage his nuts lovingly.

Getting closer to his goal, Jonas tightened his grip on her hair and started to fuck her face. Max tried to relax her throat and prepared herself for the onslaught, but when his dick invaded her esophagus she gagged every time. Her eyes tore up and dark mascara-tears ran down her cheeks as drool and precum dripped down her chin.

She couldn’t breathe, but that wasn’t a problem. The lack of air was only making her hornier and her fingers moved faster in her pussy.

“AGHRGHRGHRGH!” she gargled helplessly as she submitted herself completely to him.

Jonas didn’t even waste a thought about letting her up for air. All he thought of was that he had conquered the little cocky bitch that his no-good-nephew had brought to the wedding. The little tease that had been hunting his dreams since that day was now kneeling in front of him, receiving the throatfuck that she had had coming. He had fucked the cockiness right out of her face.

“SLUTTY CUNT!” he bellowed when his orgasm finally hit home. Hastily he pulled his dick out of her throat, leaving Max gasping for air, spluttering the cum-saliva-mix all over her own chest, while he shot his load. Rope after rope of sticky, white semen flew through the air and hit Max in the face, covering her lips, cheeks, forehead and the bridge of her nose.

Once he was spent, he pressed the last few drops out into her panting mouth, before stumbling backwards on weak knees and leaning against the wall to steady himself.

After they both took a moment to catch their breath, Jonas pulled his pants back up. The arrogant smirk was back on his face.

“You better get some sleep,” he said hoarsely, “You’ve got a tough day ahead of you.”

With that he turned to leave, before stopping again for a second. “And just in case you should be tempted to sneak away… By entering this room you activated a **** field! If you should be stupid enough to try to get out of here, your collar will make sure you’ll stay!”

Then he left, leaving a cumfaced Max behind, naked, on her knees. After she sat there for another couple of minutes and thought about her situation she got up. She looked at her image in the mirror above the basin. Her face was truly messy. It was covered by a mask of spit, tears, make-up and cum, so utterly that you had to look close to make out the pretty features underneath. Her hair was disheveled too; curly strands were tussled in every direction. She smiled back at her image.

“Max Guevara, crime-fighting super-soldier,” she said with a slight smirk, aware of how absurd the situation was. She turned on the faucet and washed her face, cleaning the slimy remnants of the facefuck she had received off. When she was finished she turned towards the door and walked towards it.

“ARGH… Fuck!” she yelped as the collar sent shocks through her body. She had to try it, after all she couldn’t believe Jonas’ words. But it seemed he had told the truth…

Yawning she dropped onto the bed, pulling the covers over her body and closed her eyes.

“Fuck,” she cursed after a few minutes. She was sooo tired, but not able to sleep. She hadn’t gotten off and now she was horny.

Frustrated she kicked the sheets away. With her eyes closed she imagined Jonas standing at the foot of the bed, watching her. Smiling naughtily she spread her legs and began to massage her creamy minge.

“Mmmh, you like that?” she asked her imaginary spectator as she masturbated. Slowly turning around she got on all fours, presenting her ass to him while she stimulated herself. “You like my tight, little booty?” she moaned.

Her movements got faster. She reached back with her other hand, grabbed her buttock and spread her ass open, exposing her tiny, wrinkled butthole, offering her rosebud to her mental Jonas-picture.

“You wanna fuck me in my naughty ass, huh?” she whimpered seconds away from cumming. Tweaking her clit lightly she triggered herself. Moaning she came over her own fingers, her dirty little fantasy setting her off.

“I’m such a slut…” she moaned before she lay down and drifted to sleep, the hot thoughts still vivid in her head.