Turns out, she likes his big cock, too.

“Kiss my dick, Kendall.”

“Yes,” she whispers, and she puckers her lips to kiss him across the shaft. James drags her along his manhood, to his crown, and holds her there with her puckered lips pressed to his urethra. Hot precum spreads across her lips, seeping into her mouth and gathering against her teeth. It is surreal to taste him like this, though she is familiar. She can still smell herself on him, another echo of how he defiled her body, and the pleasure echoes in her, too.

James grins and keeps Kendall there, lips pressed firmly to his cock, precum seeping slowly through her lips. “Look at you, kissing my dick, staring at it like it’s all you ever want. You’re a slut, Kendall, a size queen slut, and you’re MY size queen slut. You can live with your cuck, play house with him. Hell, you can spend all day here pretending to love him, but you don’t belong to him, and you ain’t his. You are mine, Kendall, and you always have been. Never forget that. No matter what you do in life, no matter where you go, deep down you ain’t nothing but a shameless, cock-hungry slut, and all you’re good for is sucking my dick and licking my toes when I’m bored and horny.”

Kendall, kneeling before him, tasting him, staring at him, internalizes every word. Thanks to the unknown **** which compels her, James commands an inordinate amount of power in her life. His cock alone is enough to leverage her full obedience, but even without it she would have to obey. His decree, she knows, is absolute and condemning--she is his; there is no escape.

Realizing this, she takes comfort in his words. The more he degrades her, the more free she becomes. James’ decree, then, frees her to live happily with Jackson while also enjoying James’ superior endowments. She can despise James and hate everything he stands for while also looking forward to his visits and to the pleasure he will visit upon her body daily. She can belong to him completely and still live her normal life.

Understanding her situation, and accepting it, she nods her head. James, meanwhile, grins. “Then tell me, Kendall. Tell me that you’re my size queen slut.”

Taking hold of him with both hands, Kendall strokes him reverently before speaking. Cockhead at rest against her chin, urethra still leaking on and into her lips, she purrs, “Mm. James, I am your size queen slut.”

James slaps her again, this time harder, and Kendall winces in response. “Damn fucking straight you are. I am your master!”

It degrades her, it demeans her, and so it frees her further. She is nearly dripping with arousal as she chews her bottom lip. “You are my master.”

James smacks her again and laughs as she moans. “You belong to me.”

“I belong to you.”

James growls. “Fuck!” With her hair still knotted around one of his big hands, James moves her and reaches down to cup one of her big breasts. Kendall rarely wore bras around the house and favored the freedom granted by bare breasts. Though she has a shirt, she has nothing else to cover her body or hide the swell of her nipples. James crushes her breasts to her body with his overactive pawing. “Fuck, your tits have gotten so fucking fat since we broke up.” He swats one of her breasts and watches it sway. Releasing her hair, he yells, “Stand up and strip naked! I want to see your slut body again!”

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