Pentagon Jr. One Shot Collection

V.P.

Category: Smut

Word Count: 1231

Warnings: Rough oral sex; degradation; humiliation

Despite knowing better you couldn't stop the whimpered please from falling from your lips as Pentagon's fingers slowly scissored inside of you. A sob of frustration broke free as he stopped his movements, his cold blue eyes staring at you with disappointment. Slowly his fingers were pulled free of your pussy. Desperation, or stupidity you weren't sure which had you grabbing his wrist and pulling it back towards your body. The only thing you got out of it was being shoved off Penta's lap as he rose and moved towards the door.

"No!" You shouted desperately. "I'm sorry Penta. Don't go. Please." You winced as you used that word again. He hated when you whined and begged. The only begging he wanted from you was when he told you to. Penta's boots creaked on the concrete flooring as he turned back around a sneer on his painted face that didn't bode well for you.

Your eyes were fixated on his every movement as he took slow lumbering steps back to where you knelt on the floor. He squatted in front of you, so close yet so far away. You grew antsy as the silence stretched, hating how he could remain so silent for so long. The urge to speak was rising and you had to bite your tongue to stop words from leaving your mouth. You had made that mistake before. It resulted in nothing but frustration for you. So you watched him, forcing yourself to remain still and quiet as you waited for his next move.

"I was going to make you cum." Pentagon finally broke the silence as he pushed himself to his feet. "I was going to finger fuck you until you saw stars." He shook his head slowly. "But not anymore."

"Penta," You whined before you could stop yourself, immediately cursing your stupidity once again as he glared at you. It was his fault, dangling that damn orgasm in front of your face only to cruelly rip it away. At least you weren't quite careless enough to throw that thought in his face. He might cut off your little rendezvouses entirely if you did that. You already feared he was growing tired of you.

His arm shot out grabbing the back of your neck and forcing your face into his groin. It was hard and you knew he got a thrill out of controlling you. Knowing what he did to you behind closed doors. He could work out all his frustrations on you knowing you would sit there and take it because you were weak from him. Though you were in a position of power over him, he held all the cards. Your tongue darted out, licking your bottom lip as you stared at that muscular forearm. How many times had it been wrapped around your neck as he fucked you from behind, stealing your breath as he rammed into you. You squirmed as the thought had new pulses of arousal coursing through you.

"Stupid puta can't remember simple fucking instructions." Penta growled. "What have I told you about begging?" He pressed your cheek harshly into his erection, scratching your face on the rough stitching of his loincloth. It was going to leave a mark for sure and your mind was already concocting an excuse. You were getting good at that after your times with Pentagon.

"Not to." You replied voice muffled by the fabric of his wrestling gear.

"I hate begging. I hate whining." He snapped pulling you away from him by your hair, twisting it around his fist and forcing your head back at an unnatural angle to stare up at him. "And I hate stupid cunts who can't understand."

"I'm sorry," You whimpered. He stared down at you anger burning bright in his cold blue eyes and for a moment you were scared he was going to walk out on you.

"Show me." He said instead, gesturing to his groin. You didn't give him an opportunity to change his mind quickly getting his cock free of its confines and into your mouth. Knowing how he liked it you didn't bother with licks and kisses, taking him fully into your mouth on the first go. Pentagon liked rough and sloppy head. He had no patience for teasing and he hummed his approval as you gagged yourself around his thickness when he sunk into your throat. You could feel the weight of his stare passing judgment on you as you bobbed along his cock and you kicked up your speed hoping to entice him into a better mood. Then maybe he would be more inclined to make you cum.

Drool ran down your chin, pooling on the floor as saliva gathered in your mouth as you repeatedly choked around Penta. His hands moved to your head, grabbing the back of it and forcing you down on his cock until you were pressed to his hip bone. You fought against your urge to panic as he held you in place cock jumping in your throat as you swallowed around him. You gasped in air as he pulled you free before jamming you right back on him, repeating the movements several times before he stepped back letting you fall to all fours as you spit up on the floor.

Kicking out a booted foot he knocked your arms out from under you making you land face first in your saliva. Your attempts to rise were halted by his foot on the back of your neck. All you could do was watch from the corner of your eye as he stroked his cock, fist moving rapidly over the engorged flesh as he brought himself to completion. You flinched as streams of hot cum landed across your cheeks and in your hair, as well as on the floor in front of you. Removing his foot from your neck, Penta squatted next you and grabbed a handful of hair.

"Clean up your mess." He demanded pushing your face in the pool of drool and cum. You fought against his grip though you knew it was useless. Pentagon always got what he wanted and this held true as you capitulated and stuck your tongue out shuddering as you licked the dirty concrete floor. Only when he was satisfied did he pull you into a kneeling position in front of him.

"You're pathetic." He sneered as he tucked himself back into his pants and straightened out his gear. "You look like a common gutter whore. It's time for you to go." He said pointing towards the door in clear dismissal of you. You scrambled to your feet immediately issuing denials.

"I can't go out there like this." You gestured to your body. Clothes rumbled and torn in some spots from his manhandling of you. You didn't even want to think of what your makeup looked like. Or your hair.

"I would hurry then. Maybe you can make it back to your office before anyone sees Ms. Vice President looking like a used up tramp." He said with a smirk.

That was how you had ended up slinking along the shadows and hiding your face from everyone you passed as you hurried towards your office, cursing Pentagon's very existence with every step yet still wondering how long it would be before you got to see him again.