Swallowing His Pride (2/2)

The punishment was brutal. Michelle hadn’t wasted time after Alyssa’s “mistake,” dragging her into the bedroom and sitting her down with a cold, terrifying smile. “If you can’t do it right, I’ll find men who’ll make you do it,” Michelle had sneered.

And she did.

Each night, a new man would arrive—bigger, rougher, more demanding than the last. They didn’t hesitate to push Alyssa’s limits, gripping her hair, controlling her pace, and ensuring she swallowed every last drop. They didn’t care about her shame, her trembling, or her muffled whimpers. Michelle had told them she needed to “learn,” and they were all too happy to help.

The weeks became months, and the routine didn’t just change Alyssa’s body—it changed her mind. The resistance melted away. She began to crave the attention, the control they wielded, and the satisfaction of being exactly what Michelle had molded her to be. It wasn’t long before she stopped needing Michelle to invite the men over. Now, she and Michelle worked together to find the perfect candidates—for Alyssa.

The club was their hunting ground. Alyssa loved slipping into tight dresses that clung to her curves, sky-high heels that clicked against the floor as she strutted past rows of eager eyes. She adored the power she had—the way she could make a man stumble over his words with just a teasing glance or a coy lick of her lips. Michelle stayed by Alyssa’s side, a quiet grin on her face as she relished how easily her ex sought out the perfect man to dominate her next.

Tonight, Michelle spotted him first—a tall, rugged man with sleeves of tattoos and a confident swagger. “What about him?” Michelle whispered, nudging Alyssa and tilting her head toward him. Alyssa’s eyes followed and widened when she spotted the thick outline in his pants. Her breath caught with excitement, a sly smile spreading across her face.

“Oh, he’s mine,” she purred, leaning into Michelle with a playful smirk.

Back at the apartment, Alyssa was practically shaking with anticipation. As the man unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his pants, her eyes widened with excitement. When he finally revealed himself, her breath hitched, and her mouth watered at the sight of his thick, veiny cock standing proud before her. She bit her lip, a rush of heat spreading through her as she dropped to her knees without hesitation, crawling forward like a predator zeroing in on its prey. That eager, almost desperate hunger she felt still surprised her sometimes, but she didn’t fight it. This was who she was now.

Her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease him with a slow, deliberate lick from the bottom to the tip. The salty tang of his skin only fueled her desire, making her knees press harder into the carpet as she moved closer. She tilted her head, placing soft, wet kisses along the length of his cock, her glossy lips leaving faint traces of pink in her wake. She kissed the swollen tip and smiled as she heard his sharp intake of breath.

Alyssa glanced up, meeting his hooded gaze with her wide, seductive eyes before finally taking him into her mouth. Her warm lips slid over him effortlessly, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before gliding down further. She kept her pace slow at first, letting him feel every flick and press of her tongue as she worked him deeper into her mouth. Her soft moans filled the room, vibrations that made him shudder and groan, his hand finding its way to her hair.

As his breathing grew heavier, his hand tightened in her hair, holding her firmly in place. Not that she needed him to anymore—she wouldn’t dream of pulling away. Why would she? What was coming was too good to miss. She could feel his cock pulsing against her tongue, his thighs trembling beneath her hands as his groans deepened. Her mouth worked him with practiced ease, sliding up and down his length in perfect rhythm, the taste of him already driving her wild.

When he finally groaned deeply, his release came in hot, thick spurts, flooding her mouth. Alyssa moaned around his cock, savoring the salty, addictive heat coating her tongue as she swallowed greedily. She didn’t pull back; she didn’t even pause. Her lips stayed locked around him as she sucked him dry, coaxing every last drop with swirling motions of her tongue. Even as his hips bucked slightly in overstimulation, she held him in place, letting him feel just how devoted she was until he gently tugged her off, leaving her breathless and satisfied.

Eventually, his grip in her hair loosened, and he gently pulled her off. Alyssa let his cock slide from her mouth with a soft, wet pop, her lips glossy and slightly swollen. She leaned back on her heels, licking her lips and catching her breath, a content smile spreading across her face.

Her chest rose and fell as she looked up at him, still holding him in her hand as if she wasn’t quite ready to let go. She ran her tongue along her lower lip, savoring the lingering taste. How could anyone not love this? she wondered. It felt so natural now, so right.