"Crawl."
She nearly rolled her eyes, but had stopped her walk anyway. Crossed her arms.
"I asked you not to spend your time at those places."
"You're not the boss of me."
"Get on your knees."
She froze up, not ready for the tone shift.
"Can we not..."
"ON YOUR KNEES," he finally barked loud enough.
She lowered herself and mumbled, "I was with friends, I don't understand why this is such a.."
He waved her shut. Jonah's natural brusqueness inflamed around her. Especially when she was like this.
"Get down here. Be silent."
Emma crawled to her spot next to him. She fidgeted and pouted, but did not dare to say more. The silence soothed him. He closed his eyes.
"What you understand or not is not my concern. Places like that are not for you. And you reek of alcohol."
"I thought you liked it," she smiled, straightening up.
"Don't think."
Their eyes met. She infuriated him like this - stupidly defiant, messy.
"You wouldn't know what that's like. Down," he twirled his finger round.
Emma turned around and lowered to her hands. She prepared herself for a spanking, when suddenly his hand pressed on her back and he was pushing his cock in.
"Aaah..." she gasped.
"You know what getting fucked is like. You know I just like fucking you Emma. "
He pulled away, spit down, and pushed in, this time clearly determined to make it to the end. Emma's hands reached back to pull herself open for him but got a slap on the wrist.
He leaned over to give himself a push and press his entire length into her warm welcome. Her cunt must've been dripping all the way here, that little slut.
"Doesn't mean I like You." He slammed into her. "You're never gonna be worth it."
Those last words were reaching a little too close to the truth not to sting, but the sting easily drowned in everything else Emma felt. The spite in his body was palpable but it drew him to her still. The taste of the only power she could remember filled her to the brim.
"You're gonna learn your place slut..."
Jonah felt sweat gather on his forehead. The rage coursing through his body began winding down, far from released. He grabbed her hair and pulled her ear closer to his mouth.
"I'm sick and tired of your little games, Emma. You know what you're here for. You either get with the program - or get the fuck out." He pulled harder, "Do you understand?"
"Yeah..."
"Do you?!"
"Ouch... yes."
"So do you wanna get out? Or are you gonna be a good fucking cunt like I need you to be?"
"No.. I'll be good."
"Then what happened tonight??"
"Nothing, I... "
He dropped her abruptly and pulled away. She turned around, looking up at him apologetically.
"Did you disobey me, cunt? Or was it nothing?"
"I disobeyed... I'm sorry.
"I'm done here Emma. For you to understand - i don't even know what I'd need to do with you. I don't have the energy."
Emma felt the cold air of a play gone too far.
"No, I.. I'm sorry! I can learn - I will, ok?"
"Not OK, no - you're asking me to spend my time teaching you. I don't care to."
"No but, I'm serious!"
"So am I."
"Please?.." Emma looked around the floor. She was always so uncomfortable begging.
"You couldn't handle it."
"I'll handle it. I promise."
Her tone was now free of the last of the playfulness.
"I don't want to hear you whine about it"
"I won't."
"Fine. I'll give you a chance. But from now on, you don't like something - there's the door. I dont need your attitude here. Understood?"
"Yes."
He reached for her neck and brought her closer.
"It's 'Yes, Sir' from now on."
"Yes, Sir," She said, feeling silly.
***
It's been at least two hours. Emma's arching her back as much as she can, forcing her to turn her behind up toward more burning pain and against every instinct in her body. This causes a kind of a twitchy dance, which Jonah enjoys watching even more than her teary face.
"Twenty... two..." she mumbles in high pitch as the belt lands flat across her skin.
Jonah has to hold the bottle in place against her anus contracting around it. She's gotten the neck end down but the rest was far too large. Still, he could press down and watch the widening glass spread her open. He had a soft spot for the way she whimpered.
"Keep licking." He urged her unnecessarily. With her face pressed against his balls there was little else she had to do.
"Twenty-three!..." she yelped out, muffled. "Twenty...four.. ah.."
He took out the bottle and spread her ass as wide as it went. The little pink opening wishing to close left a tiny but visible gap now. Jonah spit right over it.
"Hold it."
Her hands reluctantly replaced his and he watched this display of her inner battle a little longer before landing the final blow right between her cheeks.
"Aaaah!....." Emma curled down. "Twenty... Five."
"Good girl."
He watched her, suddenly ambivalent. He was running out of steam. Emma was a sight, even in this state - especially in this state - but at his age satiation was a different beast. He smiled at her trying to gather herself, to resolve whatever she was feeling. Pliable like mud.
Without saying a word he slipped to the floor and grabbed her hips like a plate. She jolted and tightened but Jonah dove into her pussy head first. The little slut was leaking down her thighs.
Within minutes the room filled with Emma's desperate moans. Jonah smiled smugly into her, squeezing her burning skin.
After enough playing with her writhing body he shoved two fingers into her to finish her off. His tongue barraged her clit, his hand massaging it from the inside. She was shaking in his hands within seconds, spilling into his mouth. He licked the last of it with satisfaction - he'd always loved the taste of a whore in the making.
He hugged her, bringing her to his chest. Overwhelmed, Emma gently sobbed, settling her emotions. When he felt her relax he brought her face up to his.
"Do you understand now? Who does your cunt belong to?"
"You."
He squeezed.
"To You, Sir." Raw and sincere. No flinching at the title this time.
"Good. That's all you are, do you understand that?"
"Yes. I'm your cunt, Sir"
"You're here because I like dumping my cum into you more than into a towel. That's it. You're my pretty little cum bucket."
"I'm your cum.. bucket."
He kissed her and then locked his eyes into hers.
"Don't ever disobey me again baby."
***
Over the months Emma grew to loathe whenever he asked her to accompany him out in public. His friends tended to be old and vulgar, occasionally accompanied by younger women that, much like Emma, spent the long dinners mostly silent.
Except today. A tall brunette not much older than Emma spent the dinner entertaining the table with constant innuendos delivered in thick Slavic accent and a neckline that hung precariously low over her luscious breasts. The men at the table loved making her laugh, which, grabted, didnt seem too hard.
There were five of them and after dinner tge oldest guy in the group invited them all for drinks. He had a large house and they settled into a lounge room on the ground floor. The energy shift to that of a private event was immediately palpable. After a couple of rounds of tequila Elena took the "stage" - turned up the music and began dancing. For a few songs all eyes were locked on her.
"Emma, why don't you join your friend? Show us something!"
"Yeah Emma! Get in there!"
Emma, mortified, resisted. Elena walked over.
"Your friend doesn't want to dance with you!"
