His sudden command makes their teary eyes fly up to meet his, widening with horror. Miles never cares if they feel good when he's fucking them—in fact, he prefers them scared and in pain, if he wants them to feel anything at all. Their pleasure has always been the last thing on his mind. That must still be the case. This isn't about making them feel good, or letting them come as a reward for pleasing him. He wants them present, humiliated, and terrified. Put to shame by their own hands.
In a particularly cruel twist of irony, when they shakily scramble to obey, shoving the dress down past their belly and reaching between their legs, Kurt sobs loudly from finding themself already hard. Despite the horror of the past month, their body remains so sensitive, flooded with hormones and expertly conditioned to touch, even from Miles' vicious hands. The abuse didn't stop that. Their body still instinctively aches for their Alpha.
That doesn't mean they feel any pleasure from this. Their cold hand fisting tightly around their cock doesn't feel good, nor do their fingers breaching their body, stiff and trembling and pressing deep inside with only spit and blood to ease the burn. Being forced to pleasure themself right now is killing them. All while Miles savages their throat, pinching and squeezing their tits, watching them so closely, manically getting off on their fear. He's getting exactly what he wants.
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Date: 2023-12-10 01:38 pm (UTC)In a particularly cruel twist of irony, when they shakily scramble to obey, shoving the dress down past their belly and reaching between their legs, Kurt sobs loudly from finding themself already hard. Despite the horror of the past month, their body remains so sensitive, flooded with hormones and expertly conditioned to touch, even from Miles' vicious hands. The abuse didn't stop that. Their body still instinctively aches for their Alpha.
That doesn't mean they feel any pleasure from this. Their cold hand fisting tightly around their cock doesn't feel good, nor do their fingers breaching their body, stiff and trembling and pressing deep inside with only spit and blood to ease the burn. Being forced to pleasure themself right now is killing them. All while Miles savages their throat, pinching and squeezing their tits, watching them so closely, manically getting off on their fear. He's getting exactly what he wants.