I Can Do Better

She chokes on my dick. This is not surprising. I am fucking her face, holding the back of her head, whispering filthy and degrading things to her, and she is on her knees, naked, hands bound behind her back with leather cuffs. She chokes. I let her up. For a moment she hunches over, gagging, eyes streaming.

Perhaps she’s had enough, I think. She doesn’t actually retch, but it looks close. I kneel down and catch her by the shoulders so she doesn’t fall.

“Please,” she rasps. And, for a moment, I take it that she has indeed had enough. That she’s begging for a reprieve – one which I am more than ready to give her. I am about to reach behind her to unclip her cuffs. Fetch her water. Transition from violently face-fucking her to holding her and stroking her hair.

But she goes on.

“Please sir,” she says. “I can do better. I promise.” She swallows painfully. “Please just let me try again.”