"So you think you can walk around with your tits hanging out of your clothes and I won't say a word?" He chuckled at me and I took a step back.
"I..."
"Don't even try," He stopped me before I could say anything. "You've been acting like a slut all week. You want some attention? You are gonna fucking get it now," He walked toward me and grabbed me by my forearm. "So fragile yet so stupid."
"Look, Damien--"
"Shut up, bitch!" He shouted and I suddenly flinched. His grey eyes stared into mine with domination and I dared not say another word.
"Now you're gonna do what you're fucking built for. You get that?" His voice was hot when he said it, but his words sent shivers down my spine. I slowly nodded, not wanting to anger him any more than I had already. "Kneel."
My face was pitiful when I looked at him, hoping for him to go softer or slower with his words, but I had angered him a bit too much. He had never made me suck him off. Not that he didn't want it, but I think he knew I didn't like it and also I made up for it by other means.
Now, it didn't seem like he cared what I liked.
"Didn't you hear me, whore?" His voice came in again, sharper. "Kneel!"
I went down on the floor on my knees at his command again and closed my eyes as humiliation washed over me. Just the thought of being in this position was very humiliating to me: to be on my knees in front of him like a slave.
What's worse is I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute.
"Do I have to guide you through it, bitch?" He called out again as he stood in front of me. I knew what he meant so I didn't hesitate and slowly untucked his zipper. I removed his pants and then I saw his boxers, and that he was already a bit hard.
As I was about to remove his boxers too, he slapped my hand away. "Feel it through my boxers. Touch it. Fuckin' worship it before you even see it, cunt."