Chapter 5: The lesson
The apartment door slammed shut behind us, the sound reverberating through the thin walls like a gunshot. The air inside was thick with the stale scent of weed and sweat, the dim glow of a flickering bulb casting long, jagged shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Pooch’s fingers tightened around the leash, the leather biting into my throat as he yanked me forward, forcing me to stumble on the heels that were already killing my feet.
“Get on your knees,” he growled, his voice rough with something between anger and lust.
The leash yanked tight, forcing me down onto the grimy carpet. The boots dug into my thighs, the leather creaking as I knelt before him. Pooch stood over me, his shadow stretching across my body like a promise of what was coming. His fingers flexed at his sides, the way his jaw clenched told me he was barely holding himself back.
“You think you’re so fucking smart, huh?” he sneered, his mirrored shades reflecting the flickering light like cold, dead eyes. “You think you can walk into my world, talk that shit, and not get what’s coming to you?” His hand shot out, gripping my chin hard enough to bruise.
His fingers dug into my jaw, forcing my head up so I had to look at him. The collar around my neck tightened, the leather biting into my throat as he pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, the musk of his cologne mixed with something darker—something that smelled like violence and sex.
“You think you can play with me, bitch?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can walk into my world, look at me like that, and not get what’s coming to you?”
I didn’t answer. I just stared up at him, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Now we’re gonna see who can’t handle who bitch!, now get my pants off .” He growled, his voice dripping with venom.
I reached up, my fingers trembling as I fumbled with the button of his jeans. The fabric was rough under my fingertips, the denim stiff with dirt and sweat. I could feel the heat of his body through the material, the way his cock strained against the zipper, thick and heavy.
“Hurry the fuck up,” he snapped, his hand still gripping my chin, his fingers digging into my jaw. I could feel the calluses on his palms, the rough skin scraping against my cheek. I forced my fingers to move faster, the zipper teeth catching on the fabric as I pulled it down.
Pooch’s black cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. The sight of it made my stomach clench, but I kept my face blank, my breathing steady. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flinch.
“That’s it, bitch,” he growled, his grip on my chin tightening. “You gonna learn who’s in charge around here.”
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, the skin hot and velvety under my touch. He was bigger than I expected, the veins pulsing against my palm as I squeezed. “Nah bitch no hands ,” he growled, shoving my head down with one hand while the other gripped the leash, pulling my throat tighter. “You think you can talk shit to me? You think you can walk in here and not get fucked like the whore you are?” His voice was a snarl, his breath hot against my face.
I opened my mouth, letting him guide me down his thick black shaft. The taste of him was bitter and musky, the pre-cum slick against my tongue. He didn’t go easy , didn’t let me adjust—just shoved his thick black cock down my throat like he was trying to choke me with it. My eyes watered, my throat working desperately to take him as he fucked my face with rough, brutal strokes.
"Fuck yeah," he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp burn. "Take that black cock, white bitch. Still think I can’t handle you?” Pooch growled, his fingers tightening in my hair as he forced my head down further, his thick black cock sliding deeper into my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering as he fucked my face with brutal, relentless strokes. The collar around my neck dug into my throat with every thrust, the leather biting into my skin as he pulled me closer, forcing me to take more of him.
“That’s it, bitch,” he snarled, his voice rough with lust. “You gonna learn who’s in charge around here.” His hips snapped forward, his black cock sliding deeper into my throat, making me gag violently. My eyes watered, my vision blurring as he fucked my face with brutal, relentless strokes. My gag reflex kicked in, my throat spasming around his thick black cock, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Just kept fucking my mouth like he was trying to break me.
"Fuck yeah, take that black cock, bitch," he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp burn. “You’re in my world now, bitch.” Pooch’s fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head back so I had to look up at him through watery eyes. His thick black cock glistened with my spit, thick and dark against my pale skin. The veins pulsed with every brutal thrust, his hips slamming forward with a force that made my knees ache against the carpet.
"Fuck, you look good like this," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "On your knees, choking on my black cock like a good little white slut." Pooch’s voice was thick with dominance.
He yanked my head back by my hair, his thick black cock sliding from my throat with a wet *pop*, I puked a little on his cock . The pre-cum glistened on my lips, my spit dripping down his shaft in thick, sticky strands.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You’re a fucking mess. You like that, huh? You like being used like a fucking slut?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My throat was raw, my lips swollen, my body trembling with a mix of fear and something darker—something that made my pussy clench at the thought of what was coming.
He yanks on my hair forcing me too my feet, his other hand still gripping the leash. The collar dug into my throat as he pulled me up, my knees screaming in protest. The boots were killing my feet, the heels digging into the carpet with every step as he dragged me toward the couch.
He gives me a rough push, my knees hitting the side off the couch , forcing me to bend over. The fishnets dug into my thighs as he yanked my hips back, the lace of my g-string tearing with a sharp *rip*. His fingers dug into my ass, spreading me open, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air of the apartment. “Dripping for me already. You love this, don’t you? Being treated like a fucking whore.”
I didn’t answer. My breath came in short, sharp gasps as he pressed his thick black cock against my entrance, the tip already slick with my spit and his pre-cum. He didn’t tease. Didn’t ask.
Didn’t wait. Just slammed into me with one brutal thrust, his thick black cock stretching me open with a force that made my vision blur. The pain was sharp, sudden, like being split in half—but beneath it, something else. Something darker. Something that made my pussy clench around him, my body betraying me even as my mind screamed.
“Fuck!” I gasped, my fingers digging into the couch cushions as he pulled back and drove in again, even harder than before. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, raw and filthy, the leash still tight in his grip, the collar digging into my throat with every brutal thrust.
Pooch’s fingers dug into my hips, his nails biting into my flesh as he fucked me like he was trying to break me. The couch groaned under the force of his movements, the fabric tearing under my fingers as I clung to it for dear life.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “You like that, bitch? You like being fucked like a whore?” His hips slammed into mine, his thick black cock stretching me open with every brutal thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room like a dirty symphony.
I couldn’t answer.
My mouth was open in a silent scream, my body arched against the couch as Pooch fucked me like he was trying to ruin me. His thick black cock stretched me open with every brutal thrust, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room like a filthy symphony. The leash was still tight in his grip, the collar digging into my throat with every violent push, forcing me to take him deeper, harder, until I was nothing but a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.
“Fucking arrogant whore ,” Pooch growled, his voice thick with rage and lust. “You’re ours now bitch “ His thick black cock slammed into me again, the force of it making my body jerk forward, my fingers clawing at the torn fabric of the couch. The collar around my neck tightened with every brutal thrust, the leather biting into my throat as he pulled me back by the leash, forcing me to take him deeper, harder, until I was nothing but a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.
My pussy clenched around his thick black cock, my body betraying me even as my mind screamed for mercy.
"Look at you milking my big black cock ," Pooch growled, his voice rough with lust. "You want that cum ,don’t ya bitch?"
The leash in his hand yanked tight, the collar choking me with every brutal thrust. His thick black cock stretched me wide, the veins pulsing against my tight walls as he fucked me like he owned me. And in this moment, he did.
"Fuck, your so fucking big” I whimpered and moaned as he fucked me like a savage.
“You like that huh, big nigger dicks?” Pooch growled, his voice thick with filthy satisfaction as he pounded into me with relentless force.
“Yes I love it” I moaned almost incoherently.
“You love what bitch?” Pooch snarled, as he slapped my ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “Say it, bitch.” As he slapped my ass again , the sound of his palm meeting my flesh echoing through the apartment. The sting radiated through my body, making my pussy clench around his thick black cock.
I scream out in pleasure and pain, my body trembling beneath him. “Fuck, I love your big black cock,” I whimper, my voice breaking as he slams into me again. The words taste filthy on my tongue, but they’re true. My pussy is dripping, my body betraying me as I orgasm violently
around his thick black cock. The pleasure is too much, the pain too sharp, and I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
Pooch doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t let up. “Who owns this pussy, whore?” Pooch growled, his voice thick with dominance as he slammed into me with brutal force. His thick black cock stretched me wide, the veins pulsing against my tight walls as I my mind is shattered from the intense orgasm that just ripped through my body. "Say it, bitch," he snarled, his fingers tightening in my hair as he yanked my head back, forcing me to look at him through watery eyes.
“You own me,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as he slammed into me again. The words betraying everything I stand for , everything I’ve trained for, but in this moment, I’m nothing but a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.
“That’s almost right, bitch,” he growls, his voice thick with filthy satisfaction. “You belong to the Barksdale organization now . Every inch of you. Every fucking hole.” His thrusting becoming erratic , his cock swelling inside me as he neared his peak. “Say it, whore!” Pooch snarls.
I feel his cock swell even bigger inside me, stretching me to my limits as he fucked me with wild, animalistic thrusts. His fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my neck cracked as he pounded into me like a man possessed not satisfied until I answered.
"Fuck Fine, I belong to the Barksdale organization. Every inch of me, every fucking hole. Is that what you wanted to hear?" I spit out, my voice laced with venom and defeat . The words tasted like ash on my tongue, but the way Pooch’s cock twitched inside me told me it was exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Fuck yeah," he growled, his hips slamming into me with renewed force. "That’s what I’m talking about. You’re learning fast, bitch." His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me back onto his thick black cock with every brutal thrust as he shoots his hot load deep inside me. His cock swelled even bigger, stretching me impossibly wide as he buried himself to the hilt. I could feel every vein, every ridge of him pulsing inside me, his cum flooding my pussy in thick, hot spurts. My body convulsed around him, my pussy clenching and milking him for every last drop as he groaned through his release.
"Fuck, take it all," he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Take every fucking drop, you greedy little slut." His hips jerked against mine, his cock twitching inside me as he emptied himself completely.
The hot, thick cum filled me up, dripping out around his shaft as he finally pulled out with a wet *pop*. My pussy was a mess, my thighs sticky with his cum and my own arousal.
Pooch stood over me, his chest heaving, his cock still half-hard and glistening with my juices. He reached down and grabbed the leash, yanking me up by the collar until I was forced to my knees again, my throat burning from the pressure.
"Look at you," he sneered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Fucking ruined. Just like I promised." His fingers traced the collar around my neck, then slid down to grip my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Welcome to your new life bitch," he sneered, his breath hot against my face.