Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO- "Your cock!" Leah said.

Leah clenched her teeth, the words clawing their way up her throat as SRO Roberts loomed above her, cock still bobbing obscenely in her face. She could see the expectation in his eyes, the cruel little twitch in his jaw.

"Yours, okay? Your cock tastes the best," barely above a whisper, her eyes screwed tight with humiliation. The admission disgusted her, left her tongue thick and heavy, but it was what he craved—validation, dominance, that sick twist of knowing she would do what she was told. If she was going to be dehumanized like this, the least she could do was give him what he wanted fast enough to get it over with.

He laughed, a deep, guttural sound as he loomed over her.

"Say it again," SRO Roberts demanded, "Say it like you mean it, Leah."

“Yours!” she said, putting on her best lie “Yours tastes the best!”

"That’s more like it," he said, smacking his dick playfully against her lips again, leaving smears of pre-cum on her cheek. "You don't know how to show respect, but you're learning."

He put his stiffness back in her mouth and fucked her face like it was just his personal little sex toy—in a sense Leah really was.

“Mhmmm I said I was going to take my time.” he said as he pulled his cock out of Leah’s helpless mouth. “ He reached down and pulled her up from her cuffed arms and moved her to the desk. He bent her over. “So I am going to take my time. Plenty of your planning period left.” he chuckled.

Leah felt the shock of the cold desk on her skin all over her body as he pushed her on the cheap table.

He moved his cock up to Leah’s slit.