"Come here, whore" The last word ringing with disgust. She cringed to hear it said that way. She missed the ring of love and affection that used to fill that word, with that precious word she'd do anything, was doing anything, to hear again in front of it "my", "my whore". She'd earn her title back one way or another. He loved her, or he wouldn't care that she had left him. He wouldn't make her squirm like this if he didn't care. He wasn't cruel just hurt.
She crawled slowly across the floor towards him, her eyes never leaving his. Her ass stung from the smacks she had already taken. Her mind swirled in the haze of lust, but this time fear kept creeping in. If she paused to think about it her heart sank with the fear that he wouldn't take her back. She dreaded the thought of not being his. "I'll always be yours, I always have been." Her own words rang in her ears.
She reached him in his chair. He made her suck his dick, hard and rough, pushing her head down 'till she gagged. He started to rub her clit with his foot, then he moved between her legs and she rubbed herself against his foot. He grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her head off his cock. "Lick my foot, whore" Again, filled with disgust. She licked her foot tasting herself in places. He looked her in the eye. "Good girl" There she heard it, a hint of affection, but just a hint. She heard a slight movement of air and that was all the warning she had before the slap hit her cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting.
"What do you want?" He asked her, voice calm and level.
"I want to be your whore." She responded, pacing her breath so she didn't cry.
"Beg for it" A slight hint of coldness touched his voice.
She swallowed; he knew how she hated to beg, how she never felt that she could voice things appropriately, how she ended up repeating herself over and over hoping somehow to please him.
He stared at her, waiting. Impatiently.
"Please." Her voice quavered full of emotion. "Please let me be your whore. I love you. I need you. I've always needed you and I always will. I'd do anything for you. I'm sorry. I tried for something clean, but I'm just a dirty, kinky, depraved little girl. You understand. You love me for you, you know you do. Please let me be your whore again. I need to be your whore. I need you to want me. I need you to understand me. I need you to push me to my limits, to make me experience things I never thought I would do let alone enjoy. I need to have dirty, kinky sex with you. I need to be your whore. Please. Please let me be your whore." She was crying at this point, trying to think of anything else to say. She looked him in the eye, pleading with him.