Let yourself be by her mouth.

Though your body happily betrays your mood in this scene, your guilt acquiesces; you lay your head back and try to pretend-

She bites you on the tip, and you nearly leap away from her. "No!" She commands. "You're going to look at me while I do this, and you're going to come," she starts to say in a threatening voice, with words and tone so alien to your friend, "and I'm going to enjoy forcing you to do both." Something like a whimper escapes your throat as she continues taking your dick into her mouth, her brow furrowed as she stares at you. Her teeth drag across your prick every other time her head bobs up, letting her stare at you with that expression of rage.

No matter how you paint the scenario in your mind, this was ****. She was using you... and whatever desires you had and accomplished seem far away now as she spends your body. Your frown deepens as you realize you're already about to cum, despite the shame you feel. One of her hands frees your thigh flesh to hold your balls. With a pop, she takes you out of her mouth, hissing, "You don't own me, or anyone, Derek, you're-"

She hesitates, as if repulsed by her own words... but she says them anyways. "- you're a loser, and an eternal victim." The words dig deep... words you never thought she could even manage. Words from your worst enemies. Words that hurt and shamed you, striking at your innermost fears. "You're not good for anything except this." She licks the thickest vein of your shaft, almost wraps your head in her lips as you begin to come-

... and she withdraws her mouth completely, squeezing your balls lightly as if to encourage the wasted orgasm. Your dick cums uselessly into the air and splashes back down on itself, on your balls, your thighs, your abdomen, your chair and your floor. The volume is insane, far more than you've ever seen for all of your life save this weekend. Your pubes are caked in the stuff, and still she doesn't touch your cock, and even the pressure on your balls gives you no pleasure.

You came, and only she enjoyed it.

She huffs through her nose. She is no longer mad... perhaps she's satisfied? But then she takes your painfully sensitive manhood into her mouth and drinks the filth you caked it in. Your body surges, your hands keep almost going to her head to try and get her off, but each time you withdraw, guilty, unsure... ashamed. Violated by words and deeds. Devalued. ****.

She raises her head, licking her lips as your flaccid cock finally quits this insane endurance run, cartoonishly clean at the center of a nova of spunk.

"I'm so... so sorry, Devi," you whisper in a sob.

"I accept your apology, Derek."

With no other words between you, she leaves for the day.