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favorably of me.
    The sofa smells like money. It really does. I uncurl my fingers and press my hands into the supple, slightly textured surface, and I sigh softly.
    Then someone is opening my legs wider. I arch my back slightly. Please let my punishment be fucking, please let it be hard fucking , I plead silently.
    But I hear a slight metallic clank, then a belt whispering free from loops, and my head comes up. I’ve been spanked with a belt before in the bedroom, so I know a man’s suit belt is narrow and stiff. In my experience, it’s the flexible whips that cause the most pain. Something tells me I might be about to learn something new.
    “Hold her down,” Hawthorne says, and Romeo’s paw-sized hands wrap around my wrists. I look up at him, pleading, but my hair covers most of my face, and he can’t see my expression.
    There’s a high whistling sound, and then the belt’s strap licks across my buttocks. For a moment I don’t feel anything.
    And then I scream.
    It doesn’t hurt that bad, but it’s better to let the men believe I’ve got a low tolerance for pain. There’s a second strike, a second scream—louder but less exaggerated—then Romeo releases my wrists.
    I push my hair out of my eyes and thank my lucky stars it’s over. But then I see that Romeo’s pants are tented straight up. Not for long, though… He’s already unzipping his pants and pulling himself out.
    He steps away, but I’ve already gotten a glimpse of the biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s gigantic, bigger around than my wrist. Mouthwatering.
    That is so not a problem for me. I don’t mind feeling overstuffed, and since this is only going to be for one night, it’s not like he can permanently stretch things out down there.
    But then he sits on the sofa beside me. I’m nose-to-cock with him, and I can smell his faint masculine musk. The intoxicating scent shoots straight to my pussy, and I’m so distracted that I don’t even think about what it means that he’s sitting next to my face until he gathers up my hair.
    I gasp slightly. The idea of having to suck his monstrously large cock is ridiculous. There’s too much of him. At the same time, I am curious what he tastes like, and I’m sure he’ll soon realize my mouth isn’t spacious enough to accommodate all, or even most, of him.
    “Lick your lips. Get your mouth wet. I don’t like a dry mouth on my dick,” he says.
    Looking up at him, I lick my lips slowly, generously. The effect I’m having on him is obvious in the way he exhales suddenly.
    Then he’s urging my head onto his cock.
    As predicted, I can only comfortably get the swollen head into my mouth. His skin is amazingly smooth, but I suppose that’s because it’s so stretched.
    I suck him as well as I can, and when I hear a whistle, I don’t realize what it means until the belt whips across my ass again.
    My cry is muffled, but I must have opened wider because Romeo intrudes another full inch into my mouth.
    He’s blocking my airway, and I’m thinking there’s no way this guy has ever gotten all his meat into a woman’s throat. It’s not possible.
    But he’s acting like he intends to make it happen right now, with me. And I’m starting to freak out because I don’t know which is the bigger threat: getting thrashed again by Hawthorne or being slowly choked to death by Romeo.
    The cock in my mouth is the bigger problem, I quickly realize. I feel my face heating and my lungs are screaming for oxygen. Romeo lifts my head, lets me choke down a few gasps, then he forces me down again. One of his hands is wrapped in my hair, the other is firm on my neck. I can’t help but notice that he pulses his hips, wanting more.
    He’s really horny. He probably wants to fuck my mouth the way Hawthorne did, but it’s just not possible, and I’m so relieved that he understands that.
    I push against him, but I refuse to call a time out. He continues his unrelenting progress into my body. It is,