He proceeded to ravish my mouth, holding me in place as he ruled over my face like I was his property. Slowing and speeding, slamming and holding. Several times he held my head to the point had to push against his thighs in my battle for air, but in the end he decided when I was free to do so.
Whatever I may have thought of Matt was reconsidered when men like this existed.
He came into my mouth, holding me there long after he forced me to swallow everything. Despite my struggle to breathe, he kept his cock buried and pelvis unrelenting.
My eyes darkened, and for a moment, I passed out, reawakening with my back on the table and wrist squeezed and pinned to either side of my head with his still--firm cock pounded into me. How it felt good and painful was beyond me. Maybe my fear of being Mandy had me able to ignore my fear.
"I love the way your punishment welts your whores," he said to Ben as he fucked me. The ungentle man lowered to bite my sensitive nipple. I cried out, receiving another bite on the other side. When he rose again, he took both my wrists in one hand and gripped my throat, squeezing to stop the flow of blood.
When his hold on my neck loosened and darkness faded, I made the mistake of meeting his gaze when my eyes fluttered, to which he flashed a cold smile. "Begging for it harder, cunt?" His thrusts grew more forceful, and squeeze to my throat tight again, blackening my vision. Hovering on consciousness before both his hands spread my thighs wider and higher with a bruising hold, causing me to slide against the table that stuck to my angry flesh Ben had repeatedly marked for the slightest offenses.
It went on far too long as I waited for his second orgasm to provide me relief. When he finally did, his words were haunting, "Maybe it'll be my bastard you will have." The hot pulses made me want to cringe. A fear of what Matt would do if that were the case. An even worse fear of what Matt would do when he saw it anyway.
He left me laying there and looked down with a calculating smile. "You keep making me that happy and I'll make you FLOTUS someday."
The thought of someone like Matt being a puppet president felt like an impossibility. Good always prevails, right? I began to doubt my own beliefs of corrupt people never taking complete control over government. Yet this was a chilling possibility.
"I'll be back for more soon enough." He didn't even say bye to Ben, who simply left me alone on the table.
After a while, I got myself up and returned to the original room given to me. Locking the door as though that would keep me safe when I bathed and slept.
And the next day, I remained there, drinking from a glass and not daring to step out for food. Emotions swirled, anger, sadness, hopelessness, self hatred. They were all boiling in a poisonous stew ready to spill over.
****
The next time I woke was to a very, very angry Matt who'd slammed the door. Painfully hungry, but no longer too sore, I curled up when he ripped the covers from me.
His scowl faded when he took in the sight of me. "What happened to you?"
An honest answer wouldn't benefit either of us. And the thought of Mandy having been chosen over protecting me made me all the more despairing.
"You left me." I didn't even look at him when I spoke. I didn't even care. He was the bastard that knew I would be harmed. He knew what his father and associates were capable of.
