Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 38: The Humiliation (R-18)

Chapter 38: The Humiliation (R-18)

"Huff... huff..." I rolled off her, my chest heaving as I flopped onto my side, one arm over my eyes to block out the dim light. My breath came in short, ragged bursts, my body still buzzing from the orgasm, sweat soaking my skin, my dick softening against my thigh. The bed creaked as I shifted, the sheets a tangled, wet mess beneath me.

"Ahh, fuck... now that’s what we call good sex... aheheh..." Sara giggled, her voice light and smug as she turned her face toward me, her dark hair spilling across the pillow.

She propped herself up on one elbow, her naked body glowing faintly in the low light—boobs bare, stockings still clinging to her thighs, her ass curved just right against the mattress. She smirked, her eyes glinting like she’d won some game I didn’t even know I was playing.

I didn’t say shit—just kept catching my breath, my arm still covered over my face, my mind spinning out of control. *What the fuck is happening?* I had no clue what she’d pull next, and that gnawed at me hard. Fucking strangers was one thing—part of the gig, no strings, no mess. But now I’d fucked Aeri’s best friend—*Sara*, of all people. If Aeri found out, I was done. Over. My character, my life with her—gone. She’d feel betrayed, gutted, and I could already hear the shit she’d say, the hurt in her voice cutting deeper than anything. *Sighhhh...* I was screwed, and the weight of it sank into my gut like a stone.

"What are you thinking?" Sara asked, her voice cutting through the haze as she sat up, the bed shifting under her. Her boobs swayed slightly, her skin still flushed pink, her smirk fading into something curious as she watched me.

"Nothing," I muttered, sitting up slow, my back cracking as I reached for a box of tissue from the side table. I wiped my face hard, scrubbing off the sweat and her juices, the paper crumpling in my hand as I tried to shake the fog in my head.

"Oh, good—then say cheese," she said, her tone flipping back to playful, sharp. I glanced up from the tissue, and—*click*—her phone flashed, snapping a pic of me naked, sprawled on the bed, my dick out, my face caught mid-wipe. She grinned wide in the frame, a selfie with her boobs bare, throwing a peace sign like this was some fun little memory to keep.

"What the fuck was that for now, huh!?" I snapped, my voice spiking, irritation flaring hot as I chucked the tissue aside, my hands clenching into fists. I leaned forward, glaring at her, my pulse kicking up again.

"To keep you in leash, as my lap dog," she said, her smirk curling tighter, her eyes narrowing with that wicked smile as she lowered the phone, resting it on her thigh.

"You can’t do that," I shot back, my voice hard, my jaw tightening. "It’s not allowed—goes against the brothel rules too. You don’t get to pull this shit." I pointed at the phone, my hand shaking a little, the rules flashing in my head like a lifeline—client confidentiality, no pics, all that stuff I’d signed up for.

She leaned in close, her hands darting up to cup both my cheeks, her fingers pressing firm as she yanked my face toward hers.

"And you...." she said, her voice dropping low, slow, each word a jab, "...follow my rules... from now." Her glare bore into me, fierce and unyielding, her breath brushing my lips, her boobs inches from my chest as she held me there, pinning me with her eyes and her grip, daring me to push back.

Her words sank in, her phone still glowing faintly on the bed beside her, that damn pic a loaded gun she’d just cocked and aimed right at me.

"And how dare you raise your voice against me?" Sara said, her voice dripping with venom, her face twisting into a disgusted expression as she glared down at me. Her hands still gripped my cheeks, her fingers digging in hard, her boobs swaying close as she leaned over me, her stockings rustling against the sheets.

I gulped hard, my throat tightening as I looked up at her, my pulse kicking up fast. Before I could even blink, she lunged forward, her hand shooting to my hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking me across the bed. The sheets dragged under me, my scalp stinging as she pulled.

"Ouch—what the fuck are you doing?" I asked, my voice cracking, my hands flailing to brace myself as she hauled me like a ragdoll.

The bed creaked loud, the body wobbling.

She shoved me down hard, my back hitting the mattress with a thud, and in an instant, she swung a leg over me, straddling my face fast.

Her knees planted firm on either side of my head, pinning me in place, her naked pussy hovering right above me—glistening, open, still leaking with my semen and her juices, the mess dripping slow from her hole.

"How dare you, motherfucker, backtalk me? Huh? Now I will punish you for that." she snapped, her voice sharp and vicious, her free hand snatching her phone off the bed as she glared down, her hair falling wild around her face.

I barely had time to process before she dropped her hips, planting her pussy right on my face, warm and wet, the slick heat smearing across my mouth and nose as she started rubbing it up and down.

"Ahm.." My breath caught, muffled against her pussy, my hands twitching useless at my sides as she ground harder, her thighs flexing around me.

She flipped her phone on, the screen glowing bright as she angled it, her smirk twisting into something cruel.

"Hello, guys... this is me, Sara..." she said, her voice flipping to a cheery lilt as she waved at the camera, like she was starting some fucked-up livestream. "Look who we have here under me..." She tilted the phone down, pointing it where she was riding my face, her hips rolling steady, her pussy sliding slick across my lips.

"Ohh my... we have Ezra... baby... enjoying my pussy," she said, giggling sharp, her tone dripping with mockery. "Look at his pathetic face—how red and blushing he is."

She kept recording, the phone’s light glaring in my eyes, capturing every second of her humiliating me, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Her pussy was hot, dripping, the mix of us coating my skin as she moved, the wet friction overwhelming. My face burned—red from her, from the shame, my breath hitching as I tried to turn away, but her knees locked me in tight, her weight pinning me down.

"Ahh... it feels so good... and tickles so much," she said, her voice pitching up with a moan, her hips picking up speed, grinding faster now.

"Ahh..yeahh..ahh.." Her ass swayed above me, her stockings brushing my ears, her juices smearing wider as she rode my face like it was her throne, the camera still rolling, her giggles mixing with the wet sounds filling the room.

The bed creaked under her motion, the wood cracking faintly, and I was trapped—helpless, caught in her game, her twisted power play swallowing me whole.