Don't be wasteful

He brought the ruined panties closer to her face. A shudder went through ran through her body as the musky smell wafted up into her nose. She didn't understand why her mouth watered, or why her lips parted, and in one smooth motion, he shoved the crotch of the soiled garment into her mouth. She didn't resist. She couldn't resist.

The taste was not what she expected. A little sweet, a little salty. It seemed to stick to her tongue and resist her attempts to swallow it. He kept pushing until it disappeared from view completely. She gagged as it pressed against the entrance to her throat, but he didn't care.

He pressed on her chin, forcing her mouth shut. He didn't say anything, but his warning look spoke volumes. She was to hold it there.

Kythril was still trying to come to terms with the drenched piece of fabric in her mouth when she was suddenly lifted into the air and slung over Lucas' shoulder. She let out a muffled squeal and instinctively began to struggle, only to receive a slap on the bottom, light compared to her earlier torment.

"Behave," he told her, punctuating his order with another slap.

She wanted to protest, to plead with him to stop this humiliating treatment, to demand to know where he was taking her, but all she could do is squeal into her makeshift gag as he carried her down the hallway.

As her mind struggled to come to terms with her situation, his strong arm held her firmly in place. They passed the library where she had been spanked before and then into another room before he halted.

Lucas took hold of her sides and easily lifted her off his shoulder and into the air, before letting her go. She shrieked in fright as she fell, but landed softly.

A bed. No, his bed. She gave a sharp intake of breath. She looked up at him, a pang of fear going through her. He was going to take her. He had already undone his belt and was working on his trousers now. Despite herself, she could not help but stare at his crotch. He caught her looking, and gave a chuckle. With one smooth movement, he pushed his trousers and underwear to his feet and stepped out of them.

His manhood was beautiful. Erect and throbbing and angry, and all because of her, because he wanted her. She swallowed nervously, but made no effort to get away as he took her wrists in one of his large hands and lifted them over her head. He kept pushing until she fell backwards. In an instant, he was on top of her, pressing her wrists into the mattress.

Kythril squirmed underneath him. She didn't quite understand why she did it. She no longer thought of escape, but somehow it felt... right to keep fighting him, if only a little. His grip tightened and he placed his other hand on her breast, squeezing down on it too.

"Ahhn..." She whimpered softly, the panties still preventing her from speaking.

He grinned down at her. "Horny little slut, aren't you? Do you want me to fuck you?"

Her entire body flushed at his blunt words. She knew she should say no. This was so wrong. She barely knew this beast of a man. Why wasn't she struggling, fighting to get free? Her body was on fire and she could not stop herself from begging wordlessly for what it needed.

She nodded, her eyes wide with an arousal unlike she'd ever felt before.

Lucas wasted no time. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs wide. She felt his hands against the insides of her thighs, slippery with her copious juices, and gave a little whine, anticipating his next move.

She didn't have long to wait. He pressed the head of his cock against her dripping womanhood and pushed.

"'Eeeeethhh," she cried out as he finally entered her. She threw her head back and thrust up at him. He gave a grunt and pushed deeper inside, forcing her inner walls to stretch to make room for his prick. She was no virgin, but she'd never had anything so big inside her. Once he was fully inside her, he paused.

She tried to keep herself still as well, but her body would not obey her. It thrust up at him wildly, **** for more.

He bared his teeth, towering over her, growling like a wild animal. He tore the panties from her mouth, and wrapped his hand around her throat a moment later. It wasn't the firm pressure he had used before. This time he squeezed. She gurgled as her breath was cut off. She scrabbled at his wrist with her fingers, but it might as well have been made out of steel for all the good it did. His grip tightened inexorably.

"Stop fighting me, bitch," he ground out, his eyes boring into her.

She tried to inhale, but couldn't. Her eyes bulged as darkness encroached on her vision. She bucked under him, but it was like trying to move an ox. Just when she thought she would pass out, his grip loosened. Air rushed into her burning lungs as she greedily sucked in as much oxygen as she could.

She gritted her teeth. "Bastar—"

Her cheek exploded as her head was knocked to the side. She swung her head back, outrage boiling up within her. "You hit me!"

He met her anger without flinching, waving a finger at her. "You deserved it. Don't you talk back to me, you hear?"