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12 ⚕︎Succumb ✍︎

Off Record
Chapter 12
⚕︎Succumb ✍︎
Eren

suc·cumb

/səˈkəm/

verb

fail to resist (pressure, temptation, or some other negative force).

Levi looks to me expectantly, his face as stoic as always.

I sit up. "What do I need to do?"

He motions to his groin with a bored expression. "Make my time worth it."

I shuffle forward and use a combination of tongue and teeth to unbutton Dr. Ackerman's pants and unzip the zipper. I can't look at him anymore, the humiliation of what I am doing finally setting in. I'm sure my cheeks are colored red from embarrassment but I don't stop. I started this and I have to finish it no matter what.

I pull his briefs down with my teeth and take the head of his cock into my mouth. He probably doesn't know this, but I'm quite experienced in this area. Getting money on the street isn't easy.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can to start and hollow out my cheeks. I start off slow, paying extra attention to the head.

My eyes widen as he forcefully pushes further. "You're better than the half baked prostitute I had the other day. Not bad, but not necessarily great either."

"Fuck you." I mouth around his dick. It stings to hear that he'd been with someone else, but I ignore the sinking feeling and deepthroat him immediately. His cock hits the back of my throat and my self-training kicks in, calming my gag reflex.

Levi chuckles. "If you can talk, you aren't giving it your all." He pounds forcefully into my throat, bringing tears to my eyes as he continually rams ruthlessly into me.

I take it all, the salt of my tears lightly stinging my skin. It hurts but goddamn does it feel good to have him finally using me for his pleasure. I'm helpless to stop him and I love it. He has control but it's not scary, not like with Titan. It's certainly not safe to be completely at his mercy but somehow that makes me feel all the more comfortable. The threat of what he can do to me fuels my adrenaline and I've always been an adrenaline junkie.

His hand fists my hair and he drags my head to meet his thrusts, practically impaling me on his dick. I'm painfully hard now but I can't touch myself. It's the sweetest kind of torture.

He thrusts forward and holds me there while he comes down my throat. I swallow it all and he pulls me off, dropping me to the floor in a heap. I gasp for air and lick my lips. I don't get up, I stay where he dropped me and wait for him to say something.

Dr. Ackerman runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the raven locks with a look that I am not yet accustomed to. Finally, he begins to pump me with one hand, choking me with the other.

His hand feels warm on my throat and I let out a choked moan when he cuts off my access to air. I struggle not to thrust up into his hand, feeling that if I do he will stop. It feels so good, even better than I imagined.

Unable to speak, I can't warn him of my impending orgasm and come all over my stomach and his hand.

Surprisingly, I'm not punished for my mess. He just cleans us up silently with the paper towels in my room and slowly undoes my straight jacket.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

He doesn't say anything for a while. "I'm supposed to be helping you, not fucking you further."