18. Dutch Leave

Jutta’s screams might have you thinking her backside would be a bloodbath, but that wasn’t the case. And looking around, I was the only one worried. Her perhaps best friend, her son-in-law, and her daughter watched the scene with little emotion. Almost indifferently. After Jutta neatly confirmed the fifth blow, she turned around and apologised profusely to Ciaran, thanking him for her correction and pressing a kiss to the hand where he still held the stick.

Ciaran threw the stick away and turned to me. Never have I seen a fire like that in his eyes.

“YOU, come with me.” He growled. I had no other choice than to follow him. And Sylvia had no other choice than to follow me. Once inside, he pushed Sylvia onto the bed and me onto the floor before him. He dropped his pants. His dick looked angry red.

“Suck it.”

I did. Sylvia had taught me to deep throat, but I still gagged when he shoved his cock deep in me, without preliminaries. He grabbed my hair with both hands and started to facefuck me. This was the reversal of power, giving a blowjob gives you the control and the power to suck your man to bliss at the pace and depth you want to. A facefuck is a brutal reverse op that power. You need to swallow when he decides to; you can only breathe when your man allows you to.

“Look at me. Don’t you dare keep your eyes off me,” he roared. I did. And I saw a fire in those eyes that made me realise at that instant, he had changed forever. He contracted the virus that had already consumed everyone here, a virus more dangerous than Covid. The virus, passed on from both his parents at birth, had lain dormant within him for a while. Sandor had given the final push. I realised that if I wanted to keep this man, I would have to step outside my comfort zone. There are moments in life when you realise you’re on the verge of a major change. I could step back, as I had done all my life when there had been substantial risks ahead of me. Did I have the courage to step forward? Into the unknown? His eyes looked into my soul. Slowly, I placed my hands on my back, slightly hindered by the chain until Sylvia gave me enough space. The ultimate submissive gesture, comparable to a dog lying on its back in surrender. Do with me what you will. If you won’t let me breathe, then don’t. If you want to be so rough that I throw up, then that’s fine with me; you have my permission. I will not intervene and pull away from you; I will not protest.

In his eyes, I saw triumph. He celebrated my surrender with even more force and hit my cheek with his flat hand. Then — as a tribute to Sylvia’s lessons that had taught him to express himself during intercourse — he shouted hard, so loud that it was impossible for the others not to hear him “Take it bitch, Swallow all my cum you whore, fuck, fuck I’m coming!” And he did. Come. A river of cum had filled my mouth, so much I couldn’t hold it all. After pulling out, he coated my face with more sticky white goo.

He had not yet completed what he intended to do with me. He was still hard. In two steps, he moved behind me and pressed down on my back until my head touched the floor. With one hand, he pushed my stomach up so that my buttocks were level with his crotch. He took me. No foreplay. Trusting my pussy was wet enough to enter me from behind with full force. I was mildly surprised by my wetness. As he rammed into me, he kept yelling dirty words, like cries of victory. In sync with his thrusts, his hands slapped my bottom repeatedly. Hard enough to feel the burn, soft enough not to distract from his dick thrusting into me. Finally, he lost control, and another load of his sperm entered and violated my womb. Sylvia held a still-panting Ciaran close and stroked his hair. “You conquered her, Ciaran. You did what no one has ever managed. The fortress you breached is now irrevocably destroyed. Surrender was her only option. You claimed her as your own. From this day forward, both Zuzanna and I will call you Master Ciaran, as a sign of respect.”