I live to serve

Like I couldn't tell what he wanted. Luke was a man like any other. He made friends because he thought they could get him something, make him bigger and better than he was. Those shadowy men on the obscure catwalk above Le Mythe were, in his mind, a stepping stone. In theirs, he was probably the one getting stepped on. And to someone whose brain works like that, what else can a woman be?

Another gap. This time, I can extrapolate what's gone on in between *then* and *now*. My jaw hurts. It's a pain I've learned to love. It shows me, and them, that I'm dedicated to what I'm doing. And the noise of my throat, I was embarrassed about that too, once upon a time. No longer.

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He wants me to do the work. I'm the one who needs something from him, don't forget. I take it all down my throat and feel him twitch. He hasn't had it like this. Someone so totally slaveish to him. It's all a show, but we want to believe.

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It's not just him. If I give myself a moment to go numb, the delusion spreads to me, too. I feel the length of him between my lips and I know I'm doing well. For an eldest sister who never got enough attention, what else could you ask for? I plant my palms against his chest and feel the beat of his heart as I push his cock as far as it can go into my throat. My eyes glance up, only for a second, and I see his face. He's lost in it. This was supposed to be about dehumanizing me, but who's the one–

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I gag

My eyes flutter. Oh, fuck, he's actually–shit. Water wells up. I wish I could say I'm disgusted, with me or with him, who knows, but I'm not. I need to push that limit. My throat clenches. My skin goes red. If I weren't so pale, it would make all the difference, but I am. I'm crying. Happy tears.

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"Take it, fucking take it," he breathes.

Your wish is my command. I want to be a good girl for you. Then will you be nice to me? Not a chance. We both know what this is.