Isaac
"Earn the right to eat my c*m," Michael, my boss, growls, thrusting his c**k deeper down my throat. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking me forward with a force that makes my eyes water. "You lied to me, Carter. First, you tell me you're taking a family vacation, then gang members show up to the office and threaten me? Yeah, you owe me a whole f*****g lot."
I hate his condescension, but I hate needing him more. Still, it's not like I don't enjoy this, but this is all Alyssa's fault. That useless, pathetic w***e. If she hadn't left the way she did, I wouldn't be here now, choking on my boss's d**k just to stay under his protection. She sent her brother and his friends after me. So, every humiliating moment, every second of submission—it traces back to her.
Michael's grip tightens,
