The next ten days were pure, relentless training.
Elias woke me every single morning by sliding his thick c**k into my mouth or ass. He never touched my p***y with his c**k — he was saving that, he said. Making me earn it. Instead, he used every other part of my body like I was his personal fucktoy.
By day twelve, I could take his entire c**k down my throat without gagging. By day fifteen, my asshole could handle him balls-deep for over an hour while he worked at his desk, using me as a living cockwarmer.
He edged me constantly. Made me ride his thigh, grind on his fingers, or f**k myself with bigger and bigger dildos while he watched. But he never let me c*m unless I begged like a desperate w***e and called him Daddy in the filthiest ways possible.
I was breaking. And I loved it.
Thi
