She hesitated outside the door for a moment, before knocking lightly.

“Enter.” a voice commanded, and she did. The room was dimly lit, she could just barely make out his shape perched on the edge of the bed.

“Kneel.” Anna swollowed nervously, then obeyed. The steel in his voice didn’t give room for much else. She rested on her knees, across the room in the dark. Waiting. Time seemed to tick by, and every second she grew more nervous, more regretful of this decision. Twice she parted her lips to say something, to back out, or ask what he wanted, but both times she decided against it and kept her silence.
Finally he spoke again.

“Come here.” Anna went to rise from her knees, and his voice cut harshly through the room-
“Did I say to stand?” She froze, and then uncertainly kneeled back down.

“Crawl.” This order was issued with a kind of bemused arrogance that stung her pride even more than the words he spoke. But she swallowed that bitter feeling down and crawled slowly across the room, until she was kneeling just before him.

“Back straight. Head down. Do not look at me unless I say otherwise.” She didn’t reply, but did as he asked. The shocking sting of his hand across her face ripped a cry from her lips. Her eyes welled up with tears, head shot up to stare incredulously at him.

“When I give you a command, you reply ‘yes sir’. Understand?” She almost nodded, then caught herelf and replied,
“Yes sir.”

“Good. Now lower your fucking gaze and lick my cock like a good little slut.” Immediately she leaned forward, grasping his cock in her right hand, eager to get this over with. Before she could sweep her tongue across the swollen head, the crack of his hand on her face filled the room again, harder this time.

“Ow!” she cried out, rubbing her cheek.

“That hurt!”

“It’s supposed to. Did I tell you to use your hands?”

“N-no.” she replied with a small sob, then quickly corrected herself as his hand raised again.
“I mean no Sir.”

“You will do what I say, when I say, and nothing else. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”

“Now lick my cock.” Grudgingly she resumed, using only her tongue to bathe the length of his rigid shaft. His cock was hard and thick, and surprisingly big. Maybe fucking him wouldn’t be so bad after all. Most of the guys she visited had small penises that delivered hesitant erratic thrusts. At least this guy was hung.

Suddenly he took her hair in his fists and drove deep into her mouth, filling her throat. Instinctively she tried to pull away, but he held her in place, rocking her head back and fourth, fucking her throat so deep that breathing wasn’t an option.

Relax, he’s not going to kill you. He’ll let you breath eventually. Relax. Just let him do it. This was her mantra, this was what kept her from panicking as the lack of oxygen set in and everything started to feel distant and far away. Just when she thought she might actually faint, he let go and she pulled away ghasping, drool dripping down her chin. He let her recover for a moment, but the instant her breathing became more regular, he siezed her hair by the roots and began feeding her his cock again.