You stay

You can’t risk someone seeing you like this. You just can’t.

Shaking as your situation sinks in, you glance around the room, looking for anything to cover yourself up. That’s when you spot the dresser. Your heart pounding in your chest, you dash to it and open the top drawer. Inside all you see are boxer briefs, socks, and a box of condoms. You wince and quickly shut it. You open the next drawer and breathe a sigh of relief. This drawer is filled with t-shirts. You grab a random white tee and unfold it. Once again, you breathe a sigh of relief. It was a simple white v neck t-shirt.

You quickly slip the shirt on, wincing as you realize it’s smearing the cum more onto your skin. It was a lot longer than you expected, ending just above the hem of your skirt. That’s when you see a small mirror sitting on the dresser. You glance at yourself in it and almost cry. Cum was not only covering your chest, but it was on your face and in your hair. You look like you just stepped out of a porno. Even if there was no cum on your face you still wouldn’t be able to go out. You angle the mirror to look at your chest with the shirt on it. The cum, still wet, was seeping through the fabric and making it slightly see through.

You fight back a sob.

Even if you cleaned yourself up with a shirt in the drawer, you wouldn’t be able to get it out of your hair. It would just smear in there.

Simply put. You were screwed.

The door to the bedroom opens and you froze.

You watch as Mike walks in. His eyes land on you he smiles diabolically. “Well, aren't you a sight, Jane?” He closes the door behind him, twisting the lock with a malicious click. “Haven’t even slept together and you’re already wearing my stuff.”

You wince at that, knowing full well he wasn’t just talking about his shirt. You take a shaky step back away from him. This just made his smile widen.

“What are you gonna do? Jump out the window like that?” He’s eyeing you up and down as he stalks toward you. “You know how many guys would throw you down right there?” You gulp as your back hits the wall and he comes closer. He uses a finger to wipe some of the cum off your face. He eyes it thoughtfully. “You’re stuck in here until I let you go.” He holds his finger just centimeters from your lips. “You should be a good girl, Jane.”

You can feel the tip of his finger lightly tickle your upper lip, spreading a bit of cum against it. When his finger slips between your lips, you don’t fight it. Instead, you close your eyes tightly, tasting the salty and musky flavor of semen on your tongue. Instinctively, your tongue flicks against the foreign object invading its space, as if it has a mind of its own.

“Good girl,” Mike coos pulling is finger out, now clean from his cum. He uses his wet finger to gather some more from your face and holds it out to you again.

You blink at him, waiting for him to push his finger between your lips again, but he doesn’t. He just stares at you expectantly.

He wants you to take his finger into your mouth yourself.

You shudder, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. You shake your head. It was too humiliating.

“Hmph…” Mike frowns at you, his eyes narrowing. He slips his finger between your lips again and your tongue instinctively licks it clean. He leans in and puts his lip against your ear, his hot breath tickling you. “You will listen to me or be punished for being a bad girl.”

Your stomach flips as he pulls back and glares at you. He wasn’t happy. He was frowning at you, his finger still in your mouth and being caressed by your tongue.

“Don’t just lick it.” Mike raises his chin, giving him a more authoritative air. “Suck it.”

Trembling at the prospect of a ‘punishment’ as ridiculous as it sounds, you let your lips seal around the digit and start lightly sucking while your tongue danced around it.

“Good girl…” His free hand reached up and caressed your now clean cheek. He gently removes his finger from your lips and smiles. “Looks like you can be trained.” You look away from him, ashamed at the insinuation. “But… you still need to be punished for disobeying.”

You start trembling again.

You watch as he walks away from you and goes towards his dresser. He opens the bottom drawer and pulls something out.