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Chapter 9
by
TheTGBro
Does Carrie say it?
Carrie breaks down and says it
The silence in the room is deafening as you stand outside the door waiting with jagged breath. You expect her to hesitate, to grind her teeth, to utter another "Fuck off!"... anything but what he expects her to do. But she doesn't. Her world has temporarily narrowed itself down to the man behind her and the void he left in her hollow pussy.
"I... I love you," she whispers at first, her voice ragged.
Justin doesn't move. He holds his cock a mere inch away, rubbing the tip up and down her pussy. His face sports an expression of cruel, absolute power. "I didn't hear you, whore. Say it like you mean it, or I'm walking out that door right now and leaving you empty."
You watch, paralyzed, as Carrie's fingers claw at the mattress, her back arching in despair as she presses her pussy against his rod. She almost seems as if though she has forgotten her promise to you and is simply doing this out of animalistic lust.
"God, do I have to fucking spell it out?! I love you, Justin! Please!" This time she screams, the words tearing from her throat in a fervor that sickens your stomach. The years of shared history, the jokes you two made about how much you hated this man... all of that evaporates in the moment of a single, **** lie. Or... what if it wasn't a lie anymore?
The words seem to hang in the air for a while after she says them. Justin's grin unravels slowly in a predatory fashion. He savors the victory, watching as Carrie's body trembles in the wake of her admission. He finally chortles.
"See? That wasn't so hard."
With a sudden lunge, he buries his cock back inside her. Carrie elicits a moan, finally relaxing her body as she found the fullness she was desperately seeking. The heavy sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes in the room, growing louder as he speeds back up, but the rhythm sounds almost different to your ears now. It was like.... the sealing of a contract.
"Damn. She really said it," David suddenly speaks up, as you suddenly notice him holding a phone in his hand. This man recorded her confession? "I guess you were right."
"Yep. All that playing hard to get shit is just an act to land themselves a real man. They know some pussy-whipped boy won't push his limit."
Those words sting. It almost feels as if they were directed specifically at you. Meanwhile, Justin is relentless in his pistoning. He isn't even fucking her anymore, he is attempting to claim her. As he leans down, his chest pressing against her back, he stops, cock deeply entrenched and says into her ear: "You hear that, Carrie? Looks like your roommate thinks you've finally found a real man over that pussy-boy. What do you think? This what you've been missing while you played house?"
Carrie doesn't defend you. She doesn't even flinch at the insult to your relationship. All she does is whimper, her voice a total surrender, "Please... just... don't stop, okay?" Your heart drops. You see that way she just looked at him, the way she typically looks at you when she wants to guilt-trip you into doing something. A look you considered personal within your relationship...
He continues to thrust. This moment solidifies the power shift, turning Carrie’s desperation into a series of binding contracts. Justin is using his climax as a bargaining chip.
"I'm getting ready to blow, whore. But choose carefully. Every spot comes with a price."
"I... I don't care," she grits through her teeth.
"Oh, you will care. You got three choices, bitch. The pussy, and you're my property. You promise never to let that pathetic boyfriend of yours touch you again without my express permission. The mouth, and you agree to be on-call 24/7. I don't give a shit if it's 2 AM or if you're at the dinner with that boyfriend. You come running over, kneel, and swallow my thick jizz-load. Or if on the back, then you're letting David there post that confession video on your social media. No deletes, no excuses. You’re going to let everyone you know see you begging for me, and you’re going to spend the rest of the night replying to the comments telling them how much you loved it."
What does she choose?
The “Anything” Promise
The girlfriend who’ll do ANYTHING
Your new girlfriend says she’ll do “anything” and she means it
Updated on Apr 28, 2026
by devlinc
Created on Oct 7, 2018
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