"You think you know how to please a man simply because you know how to open your legs?" He quizzes the girl as she kneels in front of him, her mouth puffy and swollen and coated in her own mucus that drips down her chin in white globs. Confusion shadows in the depths of her eyes as she raises her desecrated mascara-ruined cheeks upwards to meet his question.
"You think you are something special because you can handle a cock buried in your throat?" He continues while leaning forward and scooping her juices up from her throat, leaving the strands dangling in the cool air before flinging them over her streaked face which contorts in a flinch from the soft impact of slime.
"You think you that you are better than some whore I could have bought on the street corner hmm?" A croon is added to his voice as he lowers his face dangerously close against her hair, his warm breath flowing outwards to further heat the burning of her red ears. And as his teeth graze her earlobe, he continues to speak; his voice quieter still, invading her mind to ensure she can think of nothing else.
"You think that your pitiful tears give me some sort of joy? That your cries of pleasure are important to me? That you are worth something in my eyes?"
The man continues his vocal onslaught to the girl, pausing to punctuate his words by catching her lobe between his teeth and sinking into the flesh to deliberatly extract the soft whimper of pain he knows how to obtain, before releasing the skin with a wet pop and the warmth of his tongue bathes against the swelling.
"Well, my precious little girl it's time you learnt a very valuable lesson indeed."
His mouth traces a gentle path along the curve of her neck and the strong hand that was once clenched tightly around her bare breast rises to meet her chin, thrusting her head backwards
"Isn't it?"
He asks in that voice he knows just how to use before his teeth make purchase against the join of her shoulder. Pressure apon pressure builds and finally a tear trickles from the corners of her eyes as she arches her back higher to meet his mouth.
The girl, utterly silent except for a hitching gasp while watching him carefully with wide eyes.
And still his teeth bite harder and a sobbing cry sounds around her, though quickly muffled as his fingers leave her chin and press into her slick mouth; burying themselves in the depth of her throat to allow the vibrations from her keening cry of pain to vibrate through his own flesh.
Leaving his fingers still in the constricting gag of her throat he pulls away, a free hand cupping the side of her cheek as he peers downward into her glassy wet eyes.
"You are worth nothing, unless I say that you are. Any pleasure you feel is because of me, any pain you feel is because I wish it. Any joy you feel is because I think you deserve it." A pause, and a deliberate smile curls at his lips. "Isn't that right, baby?"
He continues, his fingers withdrawing from her throat and he uses his sticky fingers to caress her face, smearing the black streaks of her make-up, ignoring the sounds of the vibrating attachment still buzzing between her spread sticky thighs.
"Do you think you deserve to cum now?" he queries, his hand moving downwards to her breast with a teasingly slow stroke.
"Yeh Yes Sir?."
She replies in a voice full of tremble, not daring to lower her eyes away from his face even though her response sounds much more like a question than a statement. Surreptitiously the small of her back arches inwards in attempt to grind her swollen sex against the instrument that has been fastened against and releasing the heady scent of her arousal upwards.
"And why then, after I have just told you not to think, do you think you deserve that my stuttering little slut?"
The man murmurs his question dangerously, his fingers moving to pluck the seemingly fragile bud of erect nipple and squeezing in a tight pinch. Not yet content with his current form of torture, his digits twist around fiercely and stretch the skin until her body tenses and jerks in response; her eyes widening in breathless pain as she gazes upwards at him imploringly.
"I mean, I mean I only think I deserve it if you think I do." she chokes out in response, her head shaking from either side as she struggles to form a coherent sentence.
"Oh no, little slut, you don't get to escape from this slip that easily. Clearly you simply have not learnt the lesson I am trying to teach. That might not be your fault of course, I could be teaching you wrong."
The stretched nipple snaps mercifully back into place, though the nub is left slightly more elongated and is given an ungentle flick with his fingernails as an afterthought. Never once does his hands ever leave her body and leaving one hand on her shoulder near her recent bite, the other traverses down to her wanton sex, wriggling his fingers between the rope over her mons that secures the vibrator against and circles the bulge of her engorged clit beneath the pads of his fingers.
He turns the gadget off and chuckles softly as her shoulders slump with relief.
"Soon, you will be wishing it was back on."
