Alisha grappled with Alice's words, her mind reeling at the idea that every woman supposedly engaged in such a tradition of sucking cock through pants at least once in their lives. Was this some bizarre cultural norm she had somehow missed, or was he simply lying to manipulate her?But as she struggled to catch her breath, trapped beneath him, she realised she had little choice but to comply. With each passing second, her inability to breathe became more pressing than any moral dilemma."Give me some space. How am I supposed to pull your cock out of your pants if you keep hovering over me like this?" Alisha complained, her voice strained with frustration.Alice's smile in response was genuine this time, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes as he heard her compliance. But despite his acquiescence, he remained close enough to hover over her, his presence still suffocating.Reluctantly, Alisha removed her hands from his thighs and tentatively reached for his pants. With tremblin
"I did whatever I wanted, and now that you've agreed, are you thinking of going back on your words?" Alice asked, his eyes brimming with desperation and anger, ready to unleash if she dared to disagree with his demand."So you want me to... suck your cock?" Alisha responded, shock evident in her voice as she tried to comprehend his words."I've said it for the last time. That's exactly what I mean when I tell you to suck me. Now do it, Angel, or I'm going to shove it inside because there's no way I'm letting you go, especially when you're kneeling like this," Alice stated firmly, his tone laced with a hint of threat.He grabbed her hair and pressed her head down, and Alice issued a menacing ultimatum, "Pull my dick out, Angel, or I'll break your head this time."Without hesitation, Alisha complied, pulling out Alice's dick. As it slapped against her lips, she flinched, clearly intimidated by its size and thickness."Open your mouth, sweetheart, and take it all," Alice commanded as his
Alisha weakly raised her eyes and looked in the mirror, her face covered in wet cum, some dried patches clinging to her skin. Her lips were busted, blood staining her chin, signs of her struggle evident.Her face appeared swollen on one side from being smashed into the wall. Overall, she looked messier than any real mess could ever be."You look so beautiful in my arms, with my cum, with the blood. Everything is enhancing your beauty over the top," Alice commented, his tone unsettlingly proud, like a twisted artist admiring his creation.His satisfaction was showing on his face, his happiness evident as he basked in the aftermath of his actions. The stickiness of his dick screamed of ecstasy, his heart content knowing he finally had his "Angel" in his arms, wrapped in his cum.For Alisha, all she felt was weakness and bitterness on her tongue, her mouth throbbing in pain. She weakly begged, "Please... let me go now," her voice barely audible amidst her discomfort.All she wanted was t
Mhmm!Alisha stirred in her sleep, moaning in pain as she struggled to open her droopy eyes.Her gaze wandered around the dimly lit room, the soft light filtering through the curtains casting shadows.She tried to orient herself, her mind flooded with memories of what had transpired in the washroom.Searching for any sign of Alice, she realised that the place didn't resemble his home at all, confirming her worst fears about where he had taken her.More frightening than the unfamiliar surroundings was the knowledge that Alice would soon return to her side."You're awake, sweetheart. How are you feeling? You've been asleep for a whole day now; it's the next evening," Alice entered the room, flicking on the lights.The sudden brightness caused Alisha to instinctively shut her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity.Approaching her with a tray of food, Alice hesitated, not wanting to disturb her slumber but unable to resist the urge to tend to her needs.Yesterday, he had brought her to this
She didn't want to acknowledge the goodness of the food at all, not when it was him who had made it. But she couldn't deny that it was surprisingly delicious, warming her throat and comforting her tongue in a way she hadn't expected.Despite everything, the food was undeniably good, unbelievably so."I'm glad you liked it. Here, have some pancakes," Alice happily cut a bite from a chocolate pancake with a knife and fork, then fed it to her. He felt a surge of happiness knowing she appreciated his efforts. Bringing her to the penthouse might have been the best decision after all, giving them the space they needed .He hoped Alisha would realise that he was the only one she needed in her life.If not, he would ensure she understood, even if he had to do it forcefully. He wouldn't let her slip away like before. Now that they were here, there was more freedom, more opportunity to do as he pleased.Or rather, to do as he pleased with her.Back at his house, he couldn't be as carefree du
Alice merely responded with a single word, unable to grasp what he should say in return.Yet, at least she had nightmares that had his presence, so he couldn't deceive her; it wasn't that terrible after all.Even though those were nightmares, she longed for him, perhaps offering his heart some reassurance.Alisha gazed at him, scrutinising his expressions to decipher his thoughts or why he had responded so flatly."So, what else did you do all week?" Alice changed his question."My feet were injured, that's why I spent most of the time resting in bed. Mother Mary wouldn't let me leave the house. I finally went to college after a whole week," Alisha rambled on, providing every detail.Alice smiled at her explanation, appreciating her effort to converse with him, rather than giving the usual contrary responses.And then they fell into an argument; somehow, it felt better this way. When she replied so innocently, he could listen to her all day long.Even though he wasn't accustomed to li
Alisha gave him an incredulous look, thinking he had completely lost his mind.First, he came up with these so-called suggestions, and now this?If she didn't inform Mary about her whereabouts, Mary would surely panic and become anxious, which would be even worse than dealing with Mary's reaction to seeing her wounded.She was even considering staying here until her wounds healed, just to avoid adding to Mary's anxiety.What difference would it make if this was the solution he came up with? In both scenarios, it would only cause issues.What was the advantage of lying in this case if this was the outcome? It didn't make sense; she didn't understand how he could even think it did."See, I've already given you options. What more do you want me to do now? I've presented all the options available, but if you don't think any of them are right, then I don't see what else can be done," Alice innocently defended himself.He knew that the options he had given her might seem like solutions, but
The bell rang, alerting Alice, who then calmed upon recalling it was definitely the cake for Alisha.“Let me take you downstairs, where you can enjoy your truffle cake and watch TV,” Alice suggested firmly to Alisha.Alisha simply nodded, allowing him to carry her, eager to indulge.Having slept too long, she had no desire to remain idle when she couldn't sleep anyway.So, she acquiesced to his offer, lacking the energy to walk.Alice felt content seeing her agreement, sensing progress in their relationship compared to a week ago.Perhaps the time apart had helped Alisha understand certain things, or maybe it was his behaviour yesterday.Regardless, he hoped she would continue to behave this way.If she did, he could treat her like a princess without causing harm.While she would face consequences for the week she wasn't with him, her obedience might mitigate the punishment.Alice settled her on the sofa, then headed to the door to pay the delivery guy and retrieve the cake. Returning