You resist... but where does resistance lead you?

He does not give you time to bargain. The second thrust of the new round drives the already-heavy condom deeper, and you feel the first slick of it — not him, the latex, fat with what he has already spent — bulge against your cervix. He keeps going. The rubber sloshes. On the fourth or fifth stroke the seal at the base gives up its dignity and a warm thread of him spills out around the ring, down the shaft, onto your legs, coating you in his seed.

It paints the inside of your thigh. He fucks the leak wider.

You lose the shape of thought. Your small hands are everywhere at once: one braced on his chest, the other jammed between your bodies so you can fret your clit in frantic little circles while he slams you into the floor. You grind up to meet him like you can scrape the orgasm off the outside of the condom if you just work hard enough. You plead. The words come out broken and filthy and not entirely yours.

“Please— harder— I can feel it, I can feel you in it, just— just take it off, I didn’t say take it off, don’t, I don’t want— fuck, please—”

He hears the split in you and smiles into it.

“Do you want it off?”

He slows just enough that you feel every ridge of him through the slick, overflowing rubber. Another slow grind. More of him pulses out the bottom and slides hot down your ass.

“Yes. No. Don’t. I can’t— I don’t want to give birth, I don’t want to stay, I just need—”

“That’s not an answer, girl.”

You shake your head so hard your hair sticks to your mouth. You ride him anyway. Violent, sloppy, a body that has stopped asking Michael for permission. Your fingers blur on your clit. The wall is so close it hurts. You can feel the shape of the orgasm the pill promised, waiting on the other side of one bare load, and the condom is the only thing between you and it, and you will not say take it off, and you are going to scream.

He lasts one more ugly, deep stretch of time. Then his hips stutter, he buries himself to the hilt, and you feel the condom swell a final time once again - obscene, overfull, a warm heavy bulb packed with him - before the overflow becomes a stream. It sheets out around the base and down your legs in a messy shining run. He groans like he has been emptied of everything he had.

Then he pulls out.

He is limp. The condom hangs off him, sloshing, streaked, the reservoir a fat white teardrop. He sits back on his heels, chest working, that devastating mouth curved in something almost fond.

The emptiness hits you like a slap. No cock. No climax. Hours left to go...

You can take it now more. You HAVE to come. You sit up, grab the condom, and strip it off him with both shaking hands. It comes away heavy, thick semen pouring over your hands, and streaming onto the floor. You invert it over your tongue and lick, suck, chase every thick stripe down the latex and off his softening cock - and then scoop it off your own thighs, swallowing what the body still insists is nectar. Surrender, at last, written in the mess on your chin.

“Please,” you whisper, looking up at him, mouth shining. “Now. Bare. I don’t care. I need it. Put it in me. Come in me. I’ll be good. I’ll take it. Please. I have to cum, I have to cum.Master please...”

He watches you clean him, and yourself, like a cat. When you reach for him again he catches your wrist. Not unkind. Final.

“That’s all there is, little bitch.” A tired, pleased huff. “I’m spent. Couldn’t get hard again tonight if you paid me in pink pills. No more loads. Not from me.”

The sentence sits in the air between your legs, where you are still dripping him that does not count.

You have the taste of his cum in your mouth, the ghost of his cock in your cunt, a condom you ripped off too late, and a body that will not come unless someone finishes inside you - and you have been begging him to fill you with his spunk like a common slut.

"What? No? Please? Surely I can turn you on again?"

You are pleading desperately. You can tell from his face - his oh-so-handsome face - that it is all for nothing.

"Could... could someone else fuck me?"