Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO- Leah said "Cum in my mouth!" (Suspicion: +?)

Leah knew what he wanted to hear. She had to become the fantasy version of herself—the one with less pride and more shamelessness.

Leah had to **** herself just to end this. She wanted it over.

“Cum in my mouth, please.” She choked out the words as he held her by the cuffs. SRO Roberts dragged her off the desk and **** her to her knees, shoving his cock down her throat with no patience for subtlety. He loved facefucking her, loved feeling the helpless resistance of her mouth as he streched her lips around his cock. With a few brutal thrusts, he exploded, his cock pulsing as he unleashed a torrent of cum straight into her mouth. He did not let her pull away, he jerked himself off as he felt the surge of pleasure through his body as he filled her mouth.

“Agrhghhhhh! Swallow it, slut. Don’t waste a fucking drop,” he sneered. The aftertaste lingered bitter and salty on her tongue, and he stuffed his cock back in her mouth, making her clean it with her lips. “That’s a good little cumrag,” he said, smacking her cheek affectionately before zipping up. There was no dignity left, only the sting of humiliation and the raw taste of submission.

“Yeah, you little whore, you love it, don’t you?” he panted. “I guess you want to make extra sure there is no chance for getting knocked up. Hell--if you got pregnant who would even know who the father was? Little Jonathan Jr...running around--maybe a Howard--maybe mine." He grunted with sick contentment as he fixed his clothes. His words stung her to her core. It made her sick to think of that. What a fucking bastard. A bastard...she shivered at the thought. He grabbed his set of keys for his cuffs and released her from her bondage. She stood up slowly and felt a sense of relief as she had the freedom of her arms again. Leah rubbed her wrists. She felt she would probably be tasting him all day, a constant reminder that she was completely owned by this asshole.

"Are you fucking happy now?" Leah nearly spat as she looked around the room for her clothes.

“For now.” he grinned wolfishly, recovering his breath.

Leah scrambled to get dressed, her cheeks flushed with humiliation and rage. She couldn't believe she had just succumbed to SRO Roberts' sick fantasies again. As she buttoned her blouse and straightened her skirt, a wave of nausea washed over her. She would have to find a moment to clean up before her next class. Leah grabbed her purse and slammed the door behind her.

"Fucking asshole," she muttered under her breath as she stormed down the empty hallway. The school felt cold and lifeless without the chatter of students, but Leah was grateful for the solitude. She needed time to collect herself before facing her students again.