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Manson just smiled as we went eye to eye. “So you do remember my name. I'm flattered, Jessica. Miss Popular remembers who I am, oh wow!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He lined up his shot, and said, “I guess I was such a good kisser that you can’t forget my name.”
“I dare you to get on your knees, get your face down to the ground, and kiss my boots for sixty seconds.”
He drank. He drank the damn cup rather than give my thong back, and my mouth dropped open.
You’re going to do it, Jess. You’re going to obey, because you want to, no matter how much you try to hide it.”
“Go crawl and get my beer, Jessica – before I put you up against the wall and spank that cute little ass of yours until you figure out how to behave.”
“Thirsty?” He held out the beer bottle. My mouth was dry, and I reached for it eagerly, only to have him pull it back. “Uh-uh, no hands.” I put my hand down slowly, uncertainly. “Open your mouth, angel.”
He filled his mouth with beer - filled it, but didn’t swallow. He leaned forward... I knew exactly what he was going to do. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t back away. I didn’t close my mouth. He leaned close, so close our lips nearly touched. He spit the beer into my mouth, all of it, not spilling a drop.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Jessica,” he whispered harshly. “A very bad girl. You deserve to be punished.”
“Easy, boys,” Manson stepped between them, and all the breath rushed out of me. He slung an arm over my shoulders, making me small beneath him, and possessively kissed the side of my head. “She’s with me tonight.”
Manson shoved me back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He grabbed me, gripping my arms, and pressed me back against the wall. I was guiltily aware of the stickiness of my arousal on my fingers, a damning indicator of my disobedience.
“Spread yourself open for me.”
“I spent the most hormone-fueled years of my life wanting to touch you, Jess. Wanting to…never daring. I learned not to even look at you.” He laughed, bitterly. “Meanwhile you’d touch and tease and laugh in my face for it. You knew. You knew how badly I wanted you.” He released his breath: heavy, tense. “So if you think I’m not going to savor every moment of this, if you think I don’t have the discipline to wait even for my own satisfaction, you’re dead wrong.”
“Jessica, look at me.” I’d closed my eyes without noticing, but I opened them to gaze at him, upside-down between my spread legs. “Finger yourself,” he said softly. “Just one finger. Slowly.”
“Fuck yourself. Come on, Jess. In and out.”
With his free hand, he grasped my wrist and brought it up, looking at the fingers I’d used to pleasure myself. “You’re more fun than I expected,” he said softly. Gently, he took a finger in his mouth. I gasped at the contact. His tongue slid over my skin, savoring every drop of my juices, his mouth embracing me in a way that was both terrifying and arousing.
“What did we used to tell you, Jess? You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us.” Manson’s voice rumbled eagerly from behind me, deepening with excitement, “And if you want to fuck one of us, you fuck all of us.”
His ringed fingers gripped his shaft and slowly stroked it, and my eyes were mesmerized by the sight.
“Be a good girl for Daddy Manson, Jess,” he said, a tease in his voice.
“You’re doing so well, angel, I’m so proud." He spoke gently, his voice soothing. "You look so pretty with your mouth filled up with his cock.”
“I love how excited you look,” he mused. “Your eyes light up. Your whole body is shaking. I can hear the way your breath is shuddering.”
He forced my legs apart and slapped my thighs, leaving behind the red imprint of his hand.
“I never fucking imagined I’d hear you beg for me. Do you have any idea how sweet that sounds?”
"What a good girl. What a very good girl." He moved back slightly, gripping my legs as he lowered himself between them. He kissed along my wax-splattered thighs, lingering in the places where he felt my breath shake. As he hovered there, lips just inches away from my pussy, he looked up at me and grinned. “Say please.”
"Even squirting for me? What a good girl. Fuck, that’s beautiful."
