Chosen by the Governor by Jaye Peaches

rejection.
    He stood astride so as to lower his height, gripped his cock in his hand, and directed the swollen tip toward her open mouth. She stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and tilted her head back.
    “You won’t regret this, Freya.” He thrust his cock into her mouth.
     
    * * *
     
    Her whole body shook. It wasn’t a trembling born out of fear or anxiety. Instead, the uncontrollable shivers, which danced from one collection of muscles to another, had their origins in her desperate need for sex. The throbbing lines crossing her bottom had slipped into the deepest recesses of her mind. She’d never believed she could tolerate such a punishment, but she had and by the time he’d reached the last swoosh of the strap, she’d lost the ability to protest. The bindings had helped. Keeping her in place, they’d removed one obstacle of resistance—her inability to keep still.
    She’d placed her trust him by agreeing to be tied to his desk. She continued to do so when he declared his intention to fuck her. Exposing his erection, he’d held the swollen shaft in his fist and she’d blinked several times, wondering how it would fit in her narrow tunnel. He wanted to use her in a way no man had ever done before and she doubted she could accommodate that cock in such a tight place.
    Yet, when he spoke to her, she’d rallied and realized it was exactly what she wanted from him. Down in the canyon, the pit where she should be toiling hard, there was nothing for her. No ambition, no adventure besides that of surviving, and no sense of self-worth. What shocked her most was that his intention to fuck her made her feel alive again. More than alive; her heartbeats raced and her belly flip-flopped with raw excitement. Her exclamation, which came when she clapped eyes on his cock, was not one of fear, but need. When he told her to kneel and service him with her mouth, he spoke with the familiar air of authority she expected, but also something else. He was desperate, too.
    She sank onto her knees and opened her mouth wide.
    He plunged his cock into her orifice, but stopped short of her throat. His dimensions seemed huge, necessitating her to drop her jaw low and tilt her head back. He slid out, using the groove of her protruding tongue as his guide, before thrusting forward again with a soft growl. She curled her tongue around the head, fighting to find the space to lick the smooth glans. Spluttering, she gave up. It wasn’t going to be a delicate face fuck. To emphasize the point, he grasped a handful of her hair with one hand and her chin with the other. He swung his hips toward her and in response, she reached out and grabbed his legs, hooking her arms around his meaty thighs. The firm pillars of his muscular legs supported her as he continued to rock in and out of her mouth.
    “Good,” he murmured.
    The shaking continued unabated even when he permitted her the opportunity to snatch a few breaths. She’d sucked on cocks before, but none had been as hard as Marco’s. The trickle of pre-cum grew thicker and she swallowed the taste, finding the flavor sweeter than she’d imagined. She drew her cheeks in and dragged his member deeper into her throat. Her fever for lust seemed to consume her. A fire was alight inside her loins and she dripped copiously down her thighs. He tugged on her scalp and the sharp tingles resembled tiny electric shocks, adding to the excitement.
    Freya glanced up to admire him. Her emotional state switched between being savagely turned on by his demeanor and near panic at her vulnerability. Above her, Marco remained clothed in his dark shirt and pants. He’d not given her an iota of flesh to gaze upon. The imbalance was deliberate, she decided. A reminder she was a prisoner, an alien, a subordinate. This warrior, the ruler of the planet, had her at his mercy. The next wave of shivers felt more like a tsunami racing over her flesh. How much longer would he keep her there, on her knees with an aching