**His POV**
"Good morning, sweetheart," I murmured, looking down at her. Damn, what a way to wake up.
There’s nothing like the feeling of warmth wrapped around you, tight and soft in all the right places.
"You look cute, baby," I added, brushing the strands of hair from her flushed face.
She looked like she might pass out any second. The way her throat strained, her breath caught—it sent chills down my spine. She tried to speak, but only broken, garbled sounds came out.
“Babe, you can let go now.”
But those eyes… they begged to hold on. For me.
“Are you okay?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
She’d slept with my cock in her mouth all night.
She didn’t respond—just lay there, curled against my leg, her hand gently gripping her throat.
**Her POV**
It hurts.
Like something hard is stuck deep inside me.
Like someone rubbed sandpaper through my throat.
Like he hates me.
Like I can’t breathe.
Like I’m going to die.
I didn’t answer when he offered water. What could I say?
My throat burned with every swallow. My voice was gone. My will was fading.
**Last Night**
“It’s going to be a long night,” he said calmly.
I closed my eyes. Acceptance was the only option.
“Look… I’m sorry. Give me another chance. Please.” My words barely held weight, my pride long gone.
“There are no second chances,” he replied, cold and final. “You had yours. Now it’s time you own it.”
He smirked. “Go to our room. Knees. Now.”
I walked. Silent. Dread rising with every step.
“And don’t even think about running. You won’t like how that ends,” he called out.
Just follow the rules. Get through it.
Remember your safewords.
Blue – Uncomfortable.
Yellow – Slow down.
Pink – STOP.
Pink.
Remember that.
The door opened behind me. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t.
His socks. White.
Funny—I thought of safety.
“You’ll get ten spanks. Gag and I’ll add more,” he said flatly.
He kneeled in front of me, lifting my chin with two fingers. His eyes searched mine. They saw it all—my exhaustion, my fear, my trembling silence.
“Babe… we can stop anytime,” he whispered.
That was it.
I broke.
Tears slipped down, then sobs. “I’m sorry. I can’t… I feel too overwhelmed. Can we just sleep?”
He stood slowly. “If that’s what you want, then that’s what we’ll do.”
Was he mad?
“Are you mad at me?” I asked, my voice cracking even more.
“No.”
The silence between us was sharp. I panicked.
“If you want… I can sleep with your dick inside me,” I said. Stupid. Regret hit immediately.
“You don’t have to do that,” he replied softly, sitting down.
“I want to,” I lied. “To make it up to you.”
He sighed.
“Fine. Come here. Open my pants—and beg.”
I obeyed. Hands trembling, I lowered his pants and boxers.
“Don’t be a brat. Take the whole thing. If you’re going to beg, do it right.”
When I managed it—every inch—I could feel the pain blooming.
But I didn’t stop.
**His POV**
Warm.
God, she’s so warm. Like her mouth was made for this.
I groaned quietly when she took all of me.
It was like being wrapped in silk. Soft, wet, melting heat. I wanted to stay there forever.
She was hurting. I knew she’d pay for this tomorrow. Her throat wouldn’t survive this night.
But that’s for tomorrow.
“Change of plans,” I murmured. “You’re sleeping like this.”
She didn’t argue. Her eyes were too tired to fight me.
I leaned back, completely relaxed.
Best. Night. Ever.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing a hand over her head. “From now on, when you piss me off… this is how you’ll make it up to me.”
I reached for the switch.
Lights out.
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