The park was quiet and empty.
A few sodium lamps lit up the paths, throwing harsh yellow light that left large gaps of darkness between them.
Trees swayed overhead, their branches creaking in the wind.
The benches were all empty, shadows gathering underneath.
They could still hear music thumping faintly from the party somewhere in the distance, but here it was still, just leaves rustling and the occasional patch of lamplight on the cracked pavement.
Liam sat back on the bench, one leg propped up. He looked down at Tasha, who knelt a few feet away, her breath visible in the cool night air.
"Suck it," Liam said. The words came out steady, like he already knew what would happen next. He kept his eyes on her face, watching.
Tasha's eyes, were locked on him, but her mind was elsewhere, fighting a losing war.
As he spoke, something shifted above her head.
The glowing number he'd always seen
[100/100]
Faded out, leaving a faint shimmer behind. In its place, a small ruby-red heart appeared, divided into three sections. Only the first section was filled, glowing a deep, pulsing red.
'Wait, why'd it change to a heart? Is this like... a new level or whatever? Am I gonna unlock more of those Lust Point things?' Liam thought about it for a second, curious but not really caring that much.
Tasha's thoughts screamed in protest.
Why am I so happy? Why do I want his dick so badly, even before he offered? The questions didn't matter anymore.
All that remained was the warmth in her belly and the overwhelming pull of his command.
Before a clear thought formed, she moved. Her hands pressed into rough ground and pulled her closer.
Her face reached his pelvis.
Leather and faint cologne mixed with raw heat. His arousal carried a sharp, male scent. The smell filled her head and stole her breath.
She opened her mouth.
Controlled eagerness brought shame.
She took the head of his cock inside.
Slick flesh pressed against her tongue. Salt and heat followed, with a faint metallic bite.
She paused. Her tongue traced the ridge and the curve.
"Uhk."
Liam jolted forward violently on the bench, his hips arching up. The massive, immediate pleasure shot straight through his spine, a jolt of pure electrical current that snapped him back to immediate, physical reality. His hands gripped the edges of the bench, and he let out a choked, ragged exhale.
'This feels new. I've had Tasha's blowjob before, but this pressure and wetness hit harder.' Liam thought, focus slipping under the rush.
Tasha didn't just pause.
She used her tongue expertly, coating every inch of the exposed length in a thick, hot layer of saliva.
Then, she adjusted her grip, opening her jaw wide, and slowly, deliberately, began to ease her head down, taking him deeper and deeper.
She didn't stop until the base was pressing against her chin and the hard, throbbing length was stretching her throat.
She stayed there, deep-throating him for a moment that felt like an eternity, before slowly, reluctantly, pulling back up to the rim and going straight back down again.
'I'm getting in over my head with this punishment thing. She's really good at this, I might actually lose if I cum', Liam thought, desperate for any reasoning through the immense pleasure.
The rhythm was relentless.
She worked her jaw, her neck, her throat, leaving no room for him to breathe, no time for his mind to regroup.
The phase became faster, the wet, sucking sounds of her mouth on his skin echoing in the quiet park.
She could't stop.
Every muscle, every nerve ending in her body was screaming with a desperate, animalistic joy 'Did his dick always taste this good? The smell pulls me in.I can't help myself, I want to go faster.'
Her eyes were closed now, her world reduced to the slick, hard pressure filling her mouth. She increased the speed, pulling on him with a forceful, desperate hunger.
Liam was nearing the point of no return. His body was rigid, his breath coming in high, quick gasps. He leaned his head back, unable to watch the frenzied activity.
"Tasha If you continue like this, I'm going to cum," Liam managed to choke out, his voice thin and cracking with effort.
Tasha didn't acknowledge the warning. She simply intensified the suction, pressing her mouth harder, faster.
'The only reason I haven't cum yet is because of the Sexual Resilience Skill,' he thought, the skill activating, pushing back the wave of inevitable release.
'I can't afford to cum now. It would break the tension. I'd have to start this whole process of degradation and control over again.'
"Stop!" Liam ordered, his voice suddenly returning, cold and sharp cutting through the pleasure like a knife.
Tasha slowly stopped, pulling back with a loud, wet smack. Her lips were swollen and glistening, and she looked up at him, her eyes wide with confusion.
"I thought you wanted me to suck you," she whispered, her throat raw. "What's wrong?"
"I know what I said. Now I'm telling you to stop," Liam said, adjusting his position. The front of his trousers was dark and wet.
"Alright. We're done here, then." Tasha's tone held a hint of defiance, a small attempt at dignity. She started to push herself up from the kneeling position.
"Not yet." Liam's voice was cold.
"I was going to punish you by making you do that in the most embarrassing way possible," he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. "But you're enjoying it way too much. It's not a punishment if you're getting off on it."
"Who says I'm enjoying it?" Tasha said, though her flushed face and swollen lips told a different story. She shrugged, attempting nonchalance.
"How about we go for a walk in the park?" Liam replied.
Tasha let out a small, nervous, breathy chuckle. "How's that a punishment?"
"Because it's going to be a dog walk at the park," Liam answered, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. One side of his mouth lifted in a wicked grin.
"What does that mean?" Tasha asked, raising one perfectly sculpted, dark eyebrow, though the sick, exciting truth had already begun to sink its claws into her gut.
"Strip!," Liam said, voice low and steady.
"What!"
"You heard me. I told you this was gonna be a dog walk at the park, didn't I? So get on your hands and knees. We're going for a walk and you're moving like a dog."
'I don't know where this crazy idea came from, but maybe I should start drinking more often,' Liam thought, watching her face closely, waiting for her composure to crack.
Tasha paused.
The seconds stretched into minutes.
She fought the command, fighting the intense, shameful excitement that warred with the deep, ingrained need to comply. The internal battle was brief. The excitement won, as it always did with him.
"Okay," she breathed, the word a simple, total surrender.
She glanced frantically around the dark park, ensuring they were alone.
She began stripping in front of Liam, who watched her every movement with the quiet, focused delight of an audience of one.
She moved fast.
The black jacket slid off her shoulders and dropped.
The red tank top came next, pulled over her head and tossed aside.
She hooked her fingers under the short skirt and pushed it down her hips, stepping out of it without pause.
She stopped there. Bra and panties stayed on. Clothes lay scattered on the ground. She stood under the yellow light, bare except for them, waiting.
Her chest was magnificent. Her breasts were immense, full globes that hung heavy and swayed slightly with her movement.
She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, the sides of her hands pressing against the soft underside of the tissue, but the gesture was futile, it barely covered it.
Then she was down on her knees.
He now towered over her kneeling, naked figure.
"Walk," he said, the command simple and absolute.
Tasha began to crawl. It was immediately and intensely painful.
The concrete was unforgiving, cold, coarse, and embedded with sharp, tiny stones.
The friction grated mercilessly against the delicate skin of her knees and the fleshy pads of her palms.
She moved awkwardly, her knees buckling and scraping with every yard.
'I can't believe I got her to do this,' Liam thought, his arousal spiking instantly, pushing violently against the fabric of his trousers.
'My dick wants to burst out of my pants. This is pure, absolute power. The system is crazy. Her skin is perfect. Her body is so hot, crawling there on the cold concrete like an animal. I know I was just doing this to punish her, but God, I want to take her right here, right now. I want to be inside her.'
The thought of her body scraping the rough ground, paired with his control over her, drove him close to losing his mind.
Tasha, meanwhile, was focused on the immediate pain. After a short distance, the agony on her knees became unbearable.
They walked for a while.
"The floor is hurting my knees," she whimpered, her voice muffled, strained by the angle. "It's too rough. How much further? How long do I have to do this?"
'She's learned her lesson by now. Time to finish this off.'
He sighed dramatically, a loud sound of utter indifference. "That's enough. I'm already over it."
He waited a second for her to process the reprieve. "You can stop crawling now"
"Finally," Tasha said in relief, raising herself from the floor. Still on her knees and ready to stand, she paused as Liam stepped directly in front of her, holding his dick out.
"Now, finish what you started," he said.