Make her suck

Moving smoothly to one side of Ria, I turned her to face me so that we were both in profile to the feral, snarling eagerness of the audience. My hands enclosed her small, soft shoulders, pushing her down.

"Down on your knees," I growled.

Her chin trembled as she looked up at me with wide, tearing eyes. "Dan, I don't-"

I didn't hesitate this time, I just slapped her sharply across the face. She cried out, more in shock than in pain, her hand rising to her flushing tawny cheek. After a moment, when she didn't move, I struck her again, backhanded, my knuckles snapping against her cheekbone.

The audience loved it. Loved it. A few dozen meters away, even in this neighborhood, I would have been an abusive bastard assaulting a smaller woman, one who looked like a young teenager, no less.

Here, I was a dominant male, expressing what was mine by right.

"YEAH!..." "TEACH THAT BITCH!" "HIT HER!" "FUCK HER UP!"

I think the words struck her as hard as I had. When I pushed down on her shoulders again, she sank to her knees, her eyes downcast. I pushed my fingers into the luxurious black hair at the back of her head, undoing the fly of my pants with the other hand. My cock was eager to spring out of the enclosure of my underwear, and the revelation of its length and girth brought on another approving roar from the audience.

"Open your mouth," I commanded, "And SUCK."

"Please, my love," Ria whimpered, starting to cry. "Please... Not like this... Not in front of all these people...!"

I slapped the side of her jaw with my cock in reply. After a moment, I did it again, and again, my manhood swelling each time it smacked against her flushed, dusky skin.

I didn't know if she finally opened her plum-painted lips in actual obedience, or perhaps to remonstrate with me or plead with me. I didn't bother to wait. I just shoved my cock between those dark, sweet lips.

"MMMMFF...!"

"HOH!!"

Never before, from Ria. Not even a blowjob. How stuck-up and selfish she had been.

Her teeth lightly scraped my cock. Her lips tugged against me, and then her mouth went wide, as though she was trying to avoid touching me all together. Her hands rose and pushed against my thighs. Her tongue stuttered on the underside of my shaft.

I had known she was inexperienced. Her reaction confirmed it. Letting out a ragged breath, I twisted the fingers in her hair.

"I should feel your lips, not your teeth, you little Hindi cunt. If I feel your teeth on my cock again, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

"Om meeem mrphhh...!"

God only knew what she was trying to say around my cock, but I could feel her wet mouth adjusting. The threatened consequence of my feeling her teeth had penetrated, in any case. Drawing her head back for a moment, I shoved her to me as I thrust with my hips.

"AWWKKK-K-KHHH...!"

Now her hands pushed harder on my thighs, trying to restrain my thrusting. She coughed, a wet burst of saliva spraying my crotch and underwear.

I looked over at the doorman/MC, who had faded back several steps but was watching the proceedings with an engaged interest.

"Would you be so good as to tie this girl's hands behind her back?"

I had expected him to grab something from the various props on stage. Instead, he reached into a pocket in his jacket, producing a long bandanna with a gentlemanly flourish that drew another surge of laughter from the audience.

I continued slowly pumping Ria's mouth within the limits that she tried to induce by pushing back against me. I could have overwhelmed her resistance easily enough, but I wanted to wait until she was tied; wanted her to feel her lose her ability to restrain me all at once as a consequence, a punishment of that resistance.

And her little moans as the head of my penis shoved against her tongue were really turning me on.

Her shoulders twisted back and forth as the MC grabbed her arms, trying to keep her limbs out of his grasp but trying harder not to let her movements jar my cock in her mouth and perhaps incur further retribution. She grunted as he jerked her arms back, tying her hands together at the wrists with the assured motions of someone who had done such a thing before.

As he stepped back away, she looked up at me, eyes wide and pleading as I pulled her head back by the hair. My other hand settled over the first, and I jammed her head toward my crotch.

"GOKKHHH! SHHLHHH!... GUK... GUK...!"

"THAT'S IT!" "PUT IT IN HER THROAT!" "**** THE LITTLE SLUT!"

Her mouth was hot and wet; I could feel it constricting around me as I plowed my manhood against the entrance to her throat. Tears spilled over her cheeks; hoarse, wet snorting noises burst from her nose as she struggled to breathe.

I pulled her head back, and shoved it into my cock, hard, seeking to push past her tonsils, to push into her throat, to make her feel helpless and **** her to recognize what she would endure in service of my lust.

Again. Again. Deeper. Harder. Shoving my pretty Ria's head down on my cock. My pretty, petite Ria, my good little Hindu girl, her head full of sciences and protestations of her love for me and obsolete traditions.

"OKKH! OKKK-HHH! GLOKKKK! OKK-ETT-!"

"TAKE IT, YOU WHORE!" "GIVE IT TO HER!" "SKULL FUCK HER!" "DO IT!"

Saliva and dark purple lipstick smeared my cock. Some of the bucking bursts of air that exploded around my manhood were coughs. Some of them were sobs.

"OKK- OKKIT- OKKH- OKK- OKK...!"

Suddenly jerking free of her mouth, I pulled her head back to look up at me. To see her helplessness, her misery, her new recognition of what her boyfriend- her fiancee!- demanded of her. To let her see what was on my face- the contempt, the anger, the lust that threw aside all questions of mercy or respect.

"uh uh uh I... I'mmuh muhh g-going to throw up-p-p..." She whispered.

Her chest and stomach were heaving within the black and white lace, her dark skin slick with perspiration.

My hands slid back along her temples, tangled in her hair. Bending over her, I spat into her face.

"This is what I want," I snarled.

My cock pierced her lips, pushed across her tongue, into the back of her mouth.

And pushed.

"UUUUUUUUKKK...!"

"TAKE IT ALL, TWAT!" "GO! GO DEEP!" "YES! YES! YES!"

And pushed. Slowly forcing into her throat. Feeling her gag. Feeling her head shudder in my grasp. Her body shivering, heaving, flexing, rocking back and forth, trying to remove the obstruction that was cutting off her breathing, all in vain.

And pushed.

Her body tried to jackknife, my grip on her head forbidding it. Her knees rose and slammed back into the stage. Her throat pulsed on my cock, gagging, gagging.

I pulled back all at once, releasing her, stepping back as she folded forward and puked. If I hadn't known that she had been drinking red wine, I might have been concerned. As it was, the claret spilled all down the front of her chin, soaking into the white lace of her maid's outfit.

The lingerie that she had worn for me was spattered with vomit. The make-up she had worn for me was a ruin from her crying and sucking and spitting. I was ashamed of myself.

Ashamed, because I was glad. She had put these things on to try to control me. She thought that my desires were something she could address once, then put away in a drawer to be forgotten.

No. She would learn how I could take her. How I could control her. How I could use her.

The yelling, stomping, cheering, and clapping of the crowd was dull and distant as the static on a fading radio station on a long car drive. I hadn't ejaculated. I was still rock hard, and Ria would serve me, accept me, submit to me.

Anything I want.