"You'll learn to love it too, don't worry. By the way, I saw everything of you last night, before you decided you were too tired to grace me with your lovely presence and passed out like a rag doll," he smiled a feral grin, "of course, most ladies do when I'm done with them. Anyways take your hands off of your good bits honey, and turn on the shower already".
"Yes sir," she replied eagerly. She cringed from her blatant lack of pride, but reminded herself it was for the long run. What good was it if he beat her for disobeying? She'd never escape. She had to gain his trust, and run. Hopefully before she was sold to and raped by some unfathomable man. Better yet, before he ever laid his tanned, capable hands on her again. She turned the shower on, and cringed outwardly when the cold water hit her. She tried to manipulate the shower to warm the water up, but it never would.
"Whores don't get warm water sweetheart, it's breaking my heart to see you try. Now shower like a good little girl before daddy has to spank you again, and wash your hair. The shampoo's right there." Before yesterday, no man had ever seen her naked. Today she was parading herself in front of some unknown murderer and sex trafficker. She closed her eyes against the cold water; it pricked her skin so harshly. She grabbed the shampoo and rinsed her hair out 'like a good little girl'. She couldn't believe he was watching her, but it was hard to deny it when he stood right in the entrance, away from the flow of the water. Of course, he wouldn't want to get his Gucci shoes wet, Elizabeth thought relentlessly.
"Hurry up, you're trying daddy's patience," she heard his voice. She was frankly tired of the water too, but scared as to what awaited her when she was done. Foolishly, she stayed there shivering under the water until she felt a familiar slap on her ass, and the water stop. She pushed the water out of her eyes to gaze upon his naked chest. "Now now, we're going to finish off where we left last night, and don't disappoint me," a low growl, accompanied by his hands on her breasts again. She gasped as he tugged on her nipples, distended from the cold. She couldn't take this from him, not when the cold seeped into her bones from his stupid shower. She lashed out at him with her hands, and managed to land a slap on his face.
He grabbed her hands and whirled her around in an instant. Her breasts were crushed against the cold marble wall, and her face ruthlessly pushed against it. He held her wrists behind her back with one large hand. She was scared where the other would go.
He didn't keep her waiting for long, as he pushed her foot in between hers and kicked her ankles apart. His other hand came slamming against her pussy, still bruised from yesterday. There was limited pleasure from his warm hand smacking her flesh, only a torrent of pain. She sobbed, unable to contain herself as he proceeded to do it 4 more times. "The only way you touch me," he bit out the words into her ear, "is with your fucking mouth or hands on my cock." He used his leverage over her to spin her around, and pushed on her shoulders so she landed on her knees brutally. It hurt, the jolt of pain on her knees. She was eye level with his dick now, staring vehemently at it. It was thick and long, although she expected nothing less from this large man. She knew what was coming next when he grabbed her hair.
"You filthy cunt, don't piss me off anymore," his anger had indeed been ignited by her foolish slap, "suck my fucking cock and do it well, or I'll just sell you to my men downstairs and you'll be sucking their cocks even in your sleep." He pushed her head forcefully towards his crotch now, his dick scary from this angle. He tapped it against her cheek once, twice, until she opened her mouth. Elizabeth felt his cock invade her mouth; it took up all the space, she couldn't breathe. He cruelly pulled on her hair and forced his dick out, only to shove it back in. "You better get started quickly, I'm losing patience."
She believed him, and started to suck at his cock. She took her hand and put it on the base of his dick, like her friend had once told her she had done, and began to move it up and down. She wanted to gag, but the opening on her throat just forced his dick down even further. He groaned, noticing her panicked appearance. "Don't you dare try to faint again, you won't wake up this time," he threatened, as she tried to furiously contain his dick. She was inexperienced, but she had the right intentions. Her tongue flickered out to message his dick; his moan told her he approved. She worked him in and out of her mouth on her own; it was easier this way, without him tugging at her wet hair. She moaned when he hit the back of her throat hard, and the vibration excited him. She moved her hands to his balls, and felt them tighten up. She didn't know what that meant though, so she squeezed them and continued to suck on his cock, up and down. She rhythmically massaged him with her tongue, attempting to swirl it around his girth. It was hard, but she was determined to not get hit again; her body ached. There was a strange ache in between her thighs that had nothing to do with the pain though.
He tensed up, and pulled out of her mouth. She was so surprised, that she took a deep breath and opened her eyes only to see him pump his dick until he came all over her face. She felt the cum hit her in the mouth, across the cheek, drip onto her breasts. It tasted bitter, salty, strange, she wanted to spit it out, but didn't dare.
Vincent looked down at Elizabeth, with her hard nipples beaded now with drips of his cum to where it was in her mouth, just lying there. "Shallow it, you whore," he commanded her. She did, gulping it down with a look of fear across her face. This just wouldn't do, he thought. "Put your hand between your legs, and show it to me -- now."
Elizabeth looked up at the powerful man and didn't even try to pretend she didn't understand or hear him. She shoved her fingers against her vagina and pulled them out. Covering them was a wetness that had nothing to do with the shower. She gasped in embarrassment, to see her arousal on her fingers after what he had done to her. He laughed, "Good, next time stop pretending you don't like it, you filthy slut. Clearly it's getting you off. Taste it, taste what my cock has done to you." She stared at her fingers, covered in her own secretions. She didn't dare disobey again; she tasted her own wetness to please him. He smiled at her, and added, "You're welcome". She stared at him in disbelief, as he softly tapped his softening dick against her face in farewell, collected his clothes and gave her a wave from the bathroom door.
"Clean yourself up, Rick will be here soon," were his final words, as he vanished out of her sight, leaving her with a face full of cum and no orgasm of her own.
