Chapter 2

ElsaI submitted to his order, feeling his scent and heat fill my mouth. He gripped my hair to control the pace, thrusting brutally, nearly choking me.Each time I tried to pull back for air, he yanked me forward again. I hate you. I fucking hate you. I lost your child today and this is how you treat me?“Take it deeper,” he growled. “You know exactly how to please me.”The handcuffs restricted my resistance, forcing my compliance as tears blurred my vision and saliva dripped down my chin. When his phone rang, I thought I’d finally get a moment’s reprieve. Please let me breathe. Just one second to breathe.“Stay quiet and keep going,” he whispered as he answered the video call. I was forced to continue servicing him, my tongue and lips working diligently while his hand remained firmly on the back of my neck. This is beyond humiliation. This is torture.