“Who’s a hungry little slut, huh?”
She doesn’t answer and as a result gets a hard slap on her inner thigh that echoes in the room and makes her breath stop in her throat.
“That was a question”, he cuts her with his hard voice and all of a sudden she feels like a puppy that’s gotten a kick.
“Me, Sir”, she responds with a quiet voice. “I’m a hungry little slut.”
She understands better what is expected of her and that she doesn’t have much room to disagree. As someone naturally independent and stubborn, the girl feels some resistance. She has been dominated before, but never by someone so strong-willed like the man and, moreover, relinquishing all power so quickly is new to her. She realizes her actions may bring her reward as well as punishment. Of course, she could always end this game, but she wants to be with the man and is excited for what might happen. Perhaps for now she should do her best to please him…
“Yes, you are”, his voice is more gentle now. He sneaks his hand inside her panties and is pleased to feel that she is dripping wet. He massages her swollen clit with the skill of a virtuoso playing the violin. As her moans get more and more high-pitched, he starts fingering her welcoming pussy, all the while pressing his palm into her clit. When he feels she is close to coming, he stops, takes his hand out and shoves his fingers in her mouth, making her taste her juices.
“A hungry little slut with a hungry little cunt”, he says, being vulgar just to embarrass her. “But no cuming yet.”
“Please, Sir!” She begs him, the orgasm just on the tip of her, awaiting one more touch to be released into her body. He slaps her thigh again, harder this time. It begins to bruise, the skin so soft and gentle there.
“You will orgasm when I decide, not when you want, understood, slut!”
She gulps and whispers “Yes, Sir…”
“Good. Now we will play a game.. ”
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