"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."
I squirmed at his words and nodded, rubbing my hands over his crotch. I could feel him getting harder and bigger inside the cloth, with little moans coming out from his side. I continued rubbing both my hands over the hard bulge before taking a step further toward him.
I placed kisses through the boxer over his dick and tried to please him. He moaned softly, reassuring me that he was enjoying it.
"Lick it," His order came in, "Show me how much you want it."
I took a deep breath, knowing how much I didn't like doing this--but I had to. I opened my mouth and my tongue touched against the hard-on, licking the length. First slowly, then fast like a puppy licking his master.
"Back off," He said out of the blue and I stopped. "Take it off now."
I nodded, taking the boxers off of him. His majestic dick came in full view, even bigger than I remembered. I could see how hard and veiny it was, and for the first time, I wanted nothing more than to suck him till he was overwhelmed with pleasure.
"In your mouth, bitch!" He shouted and I brought my hands forward. Before I could touch it, he again slapped them away. "Did I say you could use your fucking hands, whore? Did I? Do just as much as you're told from now, you cum slut!"