I'm Worthy

There I was, sitting at my table, in my house, with the food I prepared, like I was the stranger.

He said he was coming to visit me. His wife had a thing, and the kids would be with his mother.

This was my night.

Candlelit dinner.

Wine.

Lingerie.

And he showed up with two of his friends and announced they would be watching the game on my TV because it was better than going to a bar.

I smiled as I always did and offered them drinks and a snack.

He was a well-respected lawyer at our firm. I was delighted when he took an interest in my career and eventually in me.

Cutthroat in court, pro bono when it suited him. Winning mattered more than money.

Only I knew how kind and misunderstood he was.

The candles burned, unnoticed.

I just wanted to spend time with him, so I waited until he was coming back from the bathroom and took his hand in the near-dark corridor.

He let me pull him into the bedroom reluctantly but didn't complain when I closed the door and knelt before him with my hands behind my back.

His eyes widened mischievously as he walked towards me.

I licked my lips and braced myself.

I had spent the whole day adding extensions so I could do pigtails with my red lipstick. Summers ago he had let me know my breasts were not big enough and I wasn't pretty. I needed to try as hard as I could to make him see me.

I was trying.

"Oh baby," he delighted, hurriedly undoing his pants and kicking off his shoes. He ripped off my shirt with little care.

My heart skipped a beat.

His cock didn't have time to become fully erect in the commotion, but I was happy to help it along. I went to work immediately.

I decided to start with the balls.

I licked the right one and then hungrily rooted for the left, rolling it around in my mouth. He smelled of perspiration and repeated single-shake bathroom visits, but I couldn't care about that.

I would be whatever he needed.

His eyes glazed over in pleasure as I finally sat back and appraised his now fully erect cock.

"Are you sure you want to do this again, baby?"

His cock jerked as he spoke.

It was a test.

I showed him the length of my tongue and opened my mouth as wide as I could.

As he hooked the corners of my mouth with his index fingers, I saw him trying to hide his anticipation.

I took a deep breath, prepared myself for the torture to come, and allowed him to slide to the back of my throat. He wasn't small by any measure, but right then he was the biggest and hardest I had ever seen or felt him. It excited me more than I expected, and I wanted to touch myself but decided against it.

Back and forth I bobbed, trying desperately to take him deeper each time, but each gag felt like punishment. My nose was completely blocked, and my eyes stung under the pressure. My logical brain wanted to stop.

Just when I was about to suggest we change positions, he reached down and grabbed the back of my head firmly. I didn't have time to take a breath before he slammed me hard against his cock until my lips pressed into the base.

I reached for my throat and could feel the obvious bulge.

Everything was on fire--my eyes threatened to pop out of my skull.

I kept gagging, but instead of stopping, he grunted and slammed into me faster and deeper still.

I tried to pull back in an effort to remove the obstruction, but all I did was flail around, fighting my own instincts to survive. I knew if I stopped him, he would say I didn't trust him enough, and therefore it didn't count.

I needed to accept this happily.

It was his fantasy.

He was my fantasy.

"You're so good to me, baby," he grunted as he pulled my hair back to look at my face, cupping my chin.

I knew what was coming next as he inhaled sharply with that crazed look in his eyes.

He let out a primal scream. His hands shook as he held my head firmly in place around his cock, exploding in all his pulsating glory.

My body stiffened. I begged for it to stop.

My neck and jaws held testimony of his disregard. My knees were rubbed raw, I couldn't catch my breath, and I couldn't stop coughing. My chest was covered in saliva, tears, and his cum.

"You always know what I need," was all he said, patting my head as he stepped past me, pulling up his zip and leaving to join his friends.

I felt dirty, used, and humiliated.

I didn't even get a kiss.

As I stood up on shaky legs, holding on to the furniture for balance, I saw a small ring box that must have fallen from his pants in the struggle.

I took it up with reverence and opened it to see a sparkly diamond engagement ring.

Would he finally leave his wife?

Was the ring even for me?

I gathered myself, brushing back my hair in triumph, careful to return the ring to its place on the floor.

My eyes bloodshot and my face swollen, I wore a big sweatshirt with a hood as I refreshed their drinks.

"Maybe I'll let you guys have a turn next time..." he said to them, slapping my ass.

They were still congratulating him as I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

I went back to my place in the kitchen and sat beside the candles that had now gone out.

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Thanks for reading this far! I've been writing short scenes as practice for a bigger book project, and I'm exploring consent as a core theme for a future novel. I post new stories on the 1st and 15th of every month, and your feedback really helps me grow.

I'm so grateful for the comments on my last story--they push me to dig deeper. This time, I'd love to hear from you: What does consent look like for you? Any thoughts or feedback you share mean a lot.

-- Nicole ❤️