Chapter 2 What have I done!!!

Caitlyn's POV

I spit on the older man's bobbing cock a bit and bobbed my head, my movements smoother this time, but I bet it felt better for him too as I heard him utter some incoherent curses under his breath, definitely in pleasure.

"Take all of me into your fucking mouth already," his fingers suddenly dig into my hair pulling me down onto his cock and choked noises spew out of my lips while moisture stings out of my eyes.

Out of survival instincts my hands slap his thighs trying to slap him away but am too weak to move him.

If I was capable of reasoning at this point, I would yell at him, but I have lost the ability to think.

My lips part, spreading wide to let his huge, thick cock into my mouth, stretching out the sides of my mouth. Despite my mouth hurting, my pussy is definitely having an entirely different opinion; it is unmistakably enjoying the intrusion.

"You little slut have a tight mouth," he groans and his hand pulls my head again, driving his dick deep into my throat. He keeps it there until tiny beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead as I try to pull my face back with a grunt that comes out more like a moan.

"How small is your mouth, bitch?" he sneers, his gruff voice sending streaks of heat through me. He moves to pull me back to his dick, but I tighten my grip on his thighs as I look up to his cold eyes, and as if getting my quiet plea, he let me take the lead. I squeze his dick on my hand, jerking him off before dragging my tongue to the tip of his cock and let it linger at the spot where I definitely know it is sensitive.

"Holy shit, suck on it and there...Yeah, lick it like you mean it," he growls tilting his head back in absolute pleasure.

I like the taste of his pre-cum, I enjoy the way this thick veiny cock feels under the mercy of my tongue and the way my pussy throbs from the feeling of having power over this man, the way his fingers are pulling my hair.

A soft uncensored moan slips out of my lips before I can muff it up.

"Getting off from having my dick in your mouth? Never took you for a dirty slut," he taunts

"Get those lean long fingers to my ball and play with them," he orders, and my free hand slides down to his balls, matching the rhythm of my bobbing head.

"Aaaargh," he lets out a groan unable to control himself before he yanks my head back, gets on his feet and slaps my face with that huge cock, "Beg me to fuck your mouth," a moan echoes in the air as my pussy grows slicker with my juices.

"Please fuck my mout..." I moan.

"Naah that's too plain, beg for my cock like the fucking little dirty slut you are. Again what do you want me to do to your mouth,"

"I...I want you to fill my mouth with your dick" I find myself uttering those words that even stun me.

"P...Please Daddy,"

"Urggh! Perfect, what I was looking for, little butterfly,"

Little butterfly? I like it, I fucking adore it, but I have no time to relish on my new nickname before he rams his huge cock at my lips. Over and over again.

Tears sting my eyes as they roll down my eyes, joining the mixture of drool and pre-cum that run down my chin and neck as he steadily thrust in and out of my mouth.

And when I thought I was on the verge of passing out, he slides out enough to allow me to take a breath, but I don't even get a whiff of it before he slams in again, more violently than before.

I try not to think about what is happening between my legs, my coochie is clenching, begging for his cock to drive inside it and tear it apart as I beg him for more.

"Is this just how tight your cunt is? He sneers, pulling out before slamming back again. And if he isn't holding my head I would be rolling over from the intensity.

"Ease up for me slut, your mouth is fucking small for my dick," and with those words I submit opening my mouth wide that my jaws fucking hurt, my panties grow warm with my juices that drip more with those dirty words, which I surprisingly like and enjoy more by being treated like a dirty whore.

"I'm gonna come down this goddamn throat, I want to stuff your throat my cum," He jerks a few powerful strokes and I feel his cock swell inside my mouth, and a salty taste explodes in my mouth, and I gulp it down my throat.

Once he is done emptying himself into me, he releases my hair and gathers the mixture of his cum and my saliva that was dripping from the side of my lips using his middle and ring finger before jamming it back into my mouth.

His fingers choke me, forcing me to swallow the very last drop of his cum, "I want you to swallow every drop of my cum,"

He pulls his fingers from my mouth and then uses them to tuck my hair behind my ear while his free hand runs its finger on my lips in a slow motion.

"You might want to fix your lipstick and hair babochka.

He then pulls away from me and moves to the edge of his metal bed that has a thin mattress on it and watches as I wipe the remainder of his cum from my tongue.

At first, he stares with a blank expression, but a low, sadist chuckle comes from his mouth, and some light whiffs through his eyes-just for a second one you wouldn't catch if you looked away.

After riding from my mini-orgasm high, I suddenly come to my senses when the guard bangs the door, signaling that we should be winding down our session-if he only knew what had transpired between us!

I scramble to my feet, picking up what is left of my dignity and my bag before rushing to the wrought steel door, and as If the guard hears my footsteps, he swings it open.

My heart pound as I slip out of the dimly lit prison cell, the heavy door creaking as it settles back into place. I tag at my wrinkled dress, smoothing it down in a desperate attempt to look less obvious. The last thing I need is to draw attention to myself, but there is no hiding the state I am in- smudged lipstick, hair in a mess, and the faint scent of orgasm and regret clinging to my skin.

I keep my head down, forcing my steps to be steady and controlled.

Act normal.

But the sharp gazes of the guards slice through my composure. The guy who opened for me leans against the wall, arms crossed, except for the flicker of amusement that dances through his eyes. Another one gives me a slow once-over, his mouth twitching like he wants to smirk but knows better.

I tighten my hold on my bag's straps and walk faster, the click of my footsteps feet deafening against the cold concrete floor. Someone clears their throat behind me, a gesture that carries the weight of the words he can't dare speak to my face. Heat crawl up my neck, but I am determined to finish my Cersei walk of shame to the restroom sign that gleams like a beacon of salvation, where I would get a chance to salvage the last shred of my dignity left.

I shove the door open and exhale sharply, gripping the sink for balance. The huge floor-length mirror confirms what I already know-I look precisely like someone sneaking out of a mistake-one that I already enjoyed. With a groan, I splash cold water on my face, hoping it would wash away more than just the evidence.

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My car engine hums softly as I sit there, fingers gripping the steering wheel a little too tight. The dim glow of the dashboard cast eerie shadows across my lap, but my mind is elsewhere-stuck in the tangled mess of not more than half an hour ago.

I reach for my phone, my hands slightly trembling as I type his name on the search bar. Vladislav Mikhailov. The name alone seem familiar, it sends a flicker of unease through me. Something feels... oddly familiar.

With a deep breath, I tap search.

And then the world shifts.

There he is-broad-shouldered, effortlessly commanding, standing beside another man. A younger version of him except for the warm ocean-blue eyes. One I know too well.

My stomach twists violently as I stare at the screen.

"No. No, no, this can't t be true!"

Vladislav Mikhailov isn't some mistake I would easily pretend to forget. He isn't just my new patient.

He is my ex-boyfriend's father!!!!

A cold, nauseating wave crashes over me, my body locking in place. My brain scrambles to process the sheer weight of what I have done, but all I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears.

I groan, banging my forehead lightly against the steering wheel as I risk another glance at the man whose cock I had just rolled my tongue over and begged him to fill my mouth, the man who had said obscene words to me and my pusy clamped wet was my ex-boyfriend's father!!!

What the hell have I just done?!