The Blowjob Surrogate

I took the Asian girl. Stole her. Bound her wrists behind her back and shoved the ball between her teeth until her jaw locked open. Black hair falling across her face while I watched her sink to her knees between his legs. She wasn’t here for him. She was here because I said she would be. He sat rigid in the chair, cock already hard just from the sight of her mouth forced wide. I had him trained that well. One command and his pulse raced. One look and he gave me everything. Tonight I wanted to see her lips slide along his length, feel the heat of someone else’s throat while I stayed in control. She leaned in, tongue flat, drool already running from the gag. Every bob of her head was mine to command. Every wet sound, every gag when she took him deeper—that was me using her. His breathing hitched. He knew better than to come without permission. She kept working, lips stretched, eyes glassy, doing exactly what I stole her to do.