Short Story Guards Perspective

I leaned against the cold stone wall, watching her kneel before me. The torchlight flickered, casting dancing shadows that did little to reveal her features, but I could see the resignation in her eyes. She knew the deal, and she was willing to play her part. I smirked, feeling a sense of power that I often enjoyed in these little... negotiations.

She started tentatively, her hands reaching up to unfasten my belt. I could feel her fingers trembling slightly, a mix of nervousness and perhaps disgust. I didn't care. I was in charge here, and she needed something from me. I let her struggle with the buckle for a moment before I roughly pushed her hands aside and did it myself.

I pulled out my cock, already half-hard with anticipation. Her eyes widened slightly, but she knew what she had to do. I grabbed her head, feeling her soft hair under my calloused hands, and guided her towards me. She opened her mouth, taking me in hesitantly. I could feel her warm breath, her tongue tentatively touching my shaft.

She started to bob her head, her movements awkward and inexperienced. I grunted, thrusting my hips forward, forcing her to take more of me. She gagged slightly, her hands coming up to push against my thighs. I held her firmly, enjoying the sensation of her throat constricting around me.

I looked down at her, her eyes watering, her mouth stretched wide around my large cock. It was a sight that never failed to arouse me. I began to move her head faster, using her mouth for my pleasure. She struggled a bit, her nails digging into my thighs, but I barely felt it through my leather breeches.

I could feel my climax building, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I held her head still, fucking her mouth with quick, sharp thrusts. She was making small, choked noises now, her body tensing as she tried to pull away. But I held her firm, using her, taking what I wanted.

Finally, with a grunt, I came, spilling myself into her mouth. I held her there for a moment, feeling the last pulses of my orgasm, before I released her. She pulled back, gasping for air, her eyes watering and her mouth red. I smirked, tucking myself back into my pants.

"Not bad," I said, offering her a hand up. "I'll put in a good word for your friend."

She took my hand, her grip weak and her hand trembling. I pulled her to her feet, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I loved these little power plays, and this one had been particularly enjoyable. I led her out of the room, leaving her to compose herself while I went to sort out the paperwork. After all, I was a man of my word.