"I want you to tell me step by step what happened, and how you met, you don't leave anything behind."
"Trevor, I don't –"
He cuts me short by putting on the clamps on my nipples. I cry out in pain but I feel my wetness pool between my legs.
I am naked and tied on a chair. He woke up today and I knew this day was coming when he jus dragged me in this room that I had come to love but now, I had mixed feelings about.
We hadn't really talked about what exactly happened when he came for me and put in the dungeon but today it's finally happening. He is dressed and he has rolled his sleeves. I am pleading with my eyes but I know that won't do anything.
If anything, I am just going to make things hard on myself. I move and I feel the twitch of the clamps on my nipples. It's painful but at the same time, this turns me on so bad I don't know if Trevor can see it.
He has tied my legs apart too so yes, he can see it.
"The only thing I want coming out of your mouth is what I have instructed you to tell me. Otherwise you are going to be paying so badly for this."
His eyes are dead cold and I know that I am fucked. That still doesn't make me want to tell him. He made me go to the therapist yesterday and I thought we were not going to be talking about it, that perhaps, it had come to pass but no. this is his brother.
I knew, but yet, I continued with the affair. I deserve this. He knows I deserve this.
"When did you first meet?"
"When we had our first fight."
"When did you know who he is?"
"The day I met your parents."
"You are a whore and a slut, do you agree?"
I don't say anything. I am not. I just love two people.
When I don't say anything, he gags me and blindfolds me. I push back and try to fight and put on resistance but it doesn't get me anywhere.
"You are going to stay like this, exposed, until you can tell me the truth."
With that he leaves the room. The door thuds after his exit and I jump. I am left in the silence without knowing what's going to happen. I didn't imagine this would happen at all. But at least this time I am not in the dungeon. He is doing something this time round.
He wants me to feel exposed just like I made him feel when I broke his trust by being with his brother.
He has cameras in this room so I know that he is just sitting in his office, watching me. Two can play this game, can't they?
Something tells me to stop taunting him, not to do anything but if he is going to be tormenting me, I might as well just do the same.
Yesterday at the therapist's office I decided not to be a victim anymore. Worse yet, I realized I really loved this man. I just loved another man also that happened to be his brother.
I want Trevor here with me. All I have to do is think of him, as he watches me and I start feeling sensual and sexually aroused. My legs are wide open and I know that he can see me when I get wet.
He went because he saw and I know he can't resist it.
He might be the devil but I am the siren, calling on to him slowly. I want him to come punish me by putting his huge cock inside of me. That will make him lose his mind.
He won't hit me when he is like that. I can use that.
The clamps are tight when I move and that sends painfully sweet tingles straight to my core. I am gagged but I feel it and I release a small moan. I twist in my chair and the chains on my legs jiggle. I writhe my body the clamps doing the work they were designed for and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter every minute that passes.
I let out a moan and even open my legs wider, knowing that he is for sure watching me. I want him here, in this room. I tilt my head back and use my imagination. I imagine him coming in and just ramming inside of me, still fully clothed, whereas I am all chained up, gagged and blindfolded.
That alone makes me moan louder and wiggle in the chair and then I hear the door open.
He is here.
I want him to unfold my eyes, so that I can see him as he does anything to me, but all he does in ungag me. He doesn't say anything. His scent engulfs me and I lick my lips and swallow.
"You came," I whisper, hoping he will say something in return. He doesn't.
I feel the tip of his length on my lips and I open my mouth to take him in. the taste of him makes me moan as I run my tongue on the tip.
He is not gentle with me at all. He rams in my mouth and I choke. He doesn't wait for me to even adjust he just holds me by my hair and starts mouth fucking me that I am gagging so loudly.
His guttural moans make me feel so sensual and happy that I am making him lose control that I don't care what he does next.
His hand tightens on my hair pulling and guiding my mouth and I am choking and gagging by the size of him.
"You wanted this, didn't you, you fucking cunt? You like this." He withdraws himself and I make a noise, complaining and wanting more. My saliva is dripping on my chin.
"Say it, I want you to say it," he demands.
"I like it. I want you," I can't help it, I really do. His reward for me is by shoving his thick hard long cock in my mouth again.
His movements are quick and I know he is coming. I want to taste him, all of him.
He comes hard in my mouth and I swallow every last drop of him, some dripping on my chin. He gets away from me and I know that he is going to leave me here. I don't want him to leave me here.
He doesn't.