Tears spill down my cheeks as I force myself to take more. I gag wetly, the sound echoing softly in the cellar. Panic spikes — what if someone hears? — but I don’t pull away. I can’t. His silence is the only thing keeping my new life from exploding.

He pulls out suddenly, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. He slaps the heavy shaft against my cheek with a wet smack.

“Beg for it,” he growls. “Tell me exactly why you’re sucking your stepson’s dick while your husband waits upstairs.”

I gasp for air, voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Sir… I need your cock. I’ll...