A Degrading Face Fuck

By the time Gary reaches the dungeon his guilt is starting to well up and conflict with the combination of lust and rage that brought him here. He shoves Ava gently into the center of the dark room, unsure of what to do next. She looks at him with a set jaw and rigid posture, obvious fear in her eyes. "Apologize." He says flatly, realizing that's what he really wants from her.

Ava stares him down. Seeing the weakening of his resolve she snidely scoffs and replies, "For what?"

Even after all these years Gary winces, old wounds opening. "For cheating on me. For throwing our relationship away. Just fucking admit what you did was wrong and apologize!" He yells.

Seeing Gary's pain fills Ava with sudden confidence. Concluding that his earlier show of **** was all bravado she decides to call his bluff. Grinning she chastises, "Jesus Christ, are you going to cry? Get over it you fucking pussy."

"What?" Gary gasps, shocked at the sharp words.

"We were never going to work. You're a pathetic, clingy, little boy who couldn't keep me satisfied and we both know it. The only thing I'm sorry for is giving you a chance in the first place." Stepping forward she jabs Gary in the chest with her index finger. "Now stop pretending you're some alpha male tough guy and go play house with that saggy old bitch you're fucking."

In that moment something snaps in Gary. He laughs a cold mirthless laugh that stops Ava's tirade instantly. Pulling the small remote from his pocket he gives Ava a cruel smile.

Stepping away she keeps up a brave face as she says, "What are you going to shock me? Is that how you have to get off now?"

"No." Gary replies holding the spade button down. "Get on your knees." Her orders. Ava's body obeys, the horrific feeling of her body obeying someone else's orders once again setting in. "Hurting you could be fun, and I might do that later, but I can see now that what's really important to you is feeling like you're in control."

"Fuck off." Ava snaps, but her voice cracks betraying her confidence.

Gary laughs again as he lets his pants drop. "You need to understand, Ava, you're not in control here. Not even a little. You're not even my ****, you're my toy. I. Own. You." He steps forward and hits the button again calmly saying, "Give me your best blowjob."

Ava is horrified as she feels her body obeying even as she's mentally screaming against it. She cups his balls and grabs his shaft, slowly licking his shaft. Desperation fills her as she realizes she can't even close her eyes, looking up at Gary's who's staring down at her with a sadistic smile.

"That's a good little slut." He praises. "This is what your mouth was made for."

She wants to scream at him but when her mouth opens it's to engulf one of his balls and suckle it. She sloppily slurps, licks, and kisses both of his balls and taint while he moans in pleasure. Then she licks from the base of his cock to the tip and starts teasing it with her tongue. She slowly transitions into a sloppy blowjob.

"Oh my god." Gary moans as she starts bobbing on his cock, her tongue working the underneath of his shaft. "You're even better than I remember. I bet you've had a lot of experience by now, just an open hole for anyone to use." He grabs both sides of her head slowly pushes forward down her throat. Ava gags and sputters as her throat is invaded, an unpleasant sensation she's not used to, but she's physically unable to pull back or stop him. "Mmm, you don't like that do you?" Gary taunts, holding her head tight and staring down into her rapidly watering eyes. "You're used to being in charge." He pulls back and thrusts into her throat hard **** her and causing her to retch. "You're used to people bending over backwards to please you." Her body is starting to go limp as he continues his **** on her throat, slow and methodical enjoying every inch of her spasming throat and the fact that even as she's on the verge of losing consciousness her tongue is wiggling just to maximize his pleasure. When her eyes roll into the back of her head he can't stop himself from exploding down her throat. Finally letting her go she falls onto her side, hacking up a mix of bile, spit and cum all over herself and the floor.

Gary stares down at her with nothing but a sense of accomplishment. He watches her gag and heave for a few seconds then wanders over to the rack of sex toys. Finding a high powered vibrator he walks back over to his ex and kneels down in front of her.

She glares at him with bloodshot eyes but doesn't dare to say anything until he hands the vibrator to her. "What is this for?" She asks, her voice husky from the damage to her throat.

With a smile Gary says, "I'm still not sure you know what your purpose is here. Do you know why I fucked your face instead of your other holes?"

"W-why?" She whimpers.

"I didn't want you to get anything out of it. I know a slut like you probably would have cum hard from a proper hatefuck." Then he taps the vibrator. "And I want to teach you, fully, that your body is for my enjoyment now, not yours." With a smile he presses the spade button on his remote and orders, "From now on, once and hour, whenever you're awake you're going to use this to bring yourself to the edge of an orgasm and then stop. Under no circumstances are you allowed to cum."

"What the fuck, Gary?" She whimpers as her hands turn the vibrator on against her will.

He just shrugs. "You should have just apologized when you had the chance." As he leaves the dungeon, hearing the dull hum of the vibrater behind him he feels like a weight has been lifted.