Page 12 of Serving Her Sentence

Versus one year of sex. Rough sex, but… they can’t actually harm me.

Plus, when I’m done, I’m set for life.

SMACK!

Noelle shrieked, her body arching as Damian brought her attention back to him in the harshest manner possible. Her clit throbbed from the direct slap, leaving her gasping. That one had definitely hurt more than pleasured because all the force had been focused on that one tiny area.

“Are you enjoying yourself, slave?” he asked.

She hesitated.

He thrust two fingers into her soaked pussy, and Noelle moaned, clenching around him even as the lips of her vulva burned.

There was truly only one answer she could give.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” he said, hooking his fingers slightly. She arched against Sean’s hands as Damian’s fingers rubbed roughly over her g-spot… then immediately retreated before she could cum. She was burning inside and out as Damian lifted his fingers to her lips, glistening with the cream from her pussy.

“Clean them,” he ordered.

She opened her mouth. It wasn’t something she’d done before, and definitely not something she’d ever want to do, but saying no wasn’t an option. Right now, she definitely didn’t want more punishment. His fingers pushed in, tangy and slightly sweet, the smell of her own arousal filling her nose, the flavor coating her tongue. Pumping his fingers a few times, he waited until she had licked them clean before removing them.

Then he leaned back into his seat again.

“Put her down, Sean. Then she can help you with your problem. Her mouth isn’t bad, but she needs more practice.”

Embarrassment and trepidation swept through Noelle in equal measure, along with some confusion—why should she care what he thought of her oral technique? He’d bought her after all. She shouldn’t be invested in pleasing him, yet she found herself wanting to prove to him she could be more than ‘not bad.’ Her head was all sorts of fucked-up.

Her legs ached a little as Sean lowered them, and she found herself pushed off of his lap into a heap on the floor of the limo between them. Turning away from the intense gaze of her master, she looked up at the large black man, who was grinning down at her with anticipation in his eyes.

“Hello there, pretty girl,” he said as he unbuttoned his pants. “You can call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied. His cock sprang free, thick and dark, bobbing in front of him.

“Well, come here, girl, and suck me.” The order was clear, and there was silence behind her, but she could feel the weight of Damian’s gaze. Watching. Judging. Enjoying.

So, she reallywasgoing to be shared between the two of them. She tried to hide the shiver that went down her spine, but she didn’t know how successful she was, especially since both men’s eyes were riveted on her. Noelle was definitely not virginal—not even her ass anymore—but she’d never thought she was naïve until now.

Damian had owned her for less than an hour, and she was already taking a second man’s cock in her mouth. Getting up on her knees, she placed her hands on Sean’s thighs and lowered her lips down. He smelled like musk and pine. Unlike Damian, he also seemed content to let her do her own thing.

Noelle licked around the crown of his cock, wrapping her fist around the base since he didn’t seem intent on shoving the whole thing down her throat the way Damian had. As she dragged her tongue up the shaft, the men started talking about something to do with work. She started to listen but had to refocus her attention when Sean’s fingers curved around the back of her neck and pushed her firmly down on his cock.

That was when she realized she hadn’t been doing a very good job as she’d started listening. She’d never been great at multi-tasking. Strangely, she felt almost guilty about slacking on his blowjob since he seemed nicer than Damian. At least, that was what she thought until their conversation ended, and Sean’s grip in her hair tightened. She looked up at him, and he raised his eyebrow at her.

“We’re about ten minutes from home, pretty girl. If I haven’t cum down your throat by the time we get there, I’m going to take it out on your pussy—and you willnotbe allowed to orgasm.”

Noelle whimpered around the thick meat in her mouth. Her jaw was already starting to ache a little from how long she’d been sucking his cock, but she quickly redoubled her efforts. She had no idea what he meant bytaking it out on her pussy, but she didn’t want to find out. Maybe he just meant fucking her, maybe he meant spanking that tender area again, or maybe he meant something else she couldn’t even imagine. None of it struck her as particularly pleasant—especially if she wasn’t going to be allowed to come.

He groaned as she bobbed her head with more enthusiasm, no longer trying to save her muscles but trying to make him come as quickly as possible. The ache in her jaw increased as she sucked harder, her tongue working along the underside of his shaft. His fingers massaged her scalp, helping to push her down farther, so the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat.

It had actually been easier to swallow Damian, although their cocks seemed about the same size. Possibly because of the position, or maybe because Damian had forced her lips down the full length of his dick, whereas Sean was making her struggle to do so on her own. She almost wished hewouldpress harder and make her take all of it. Forcing her to try to deep throat him on her own was almost sadistic when it came down to it, but she tried.

Sucked.

Licked.

Worked him farther and farther into the back of her throat with each bob of her head.