She gives him what he wants.
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I blushed.
I wanted it all.
What did I tell him? I licked my lips, as I felt his growing erection against my ass.
Take me. Degrade me. Control me. Did I dare say any of that? And, with a hard cock rubbing against me, weren’t we past these kinds of questions of dignity?
I blushed harder. No. Not past it.
“I’m waiting, kitten. I don’t like to wait.” His voice sounded deeper, more threatening.
My pussy clenched, and my heart was suddenly in my throat. “I… want you to fuck me… please, I need it.”
His laughter filled the room, and it carved an aching hole of humiliation in my chest. “Fuck you? You are a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He continued to rub himself against me. “I don’t know. Prove to me how much you want it. Show me what a desperate little slut you are.”
In a way, I was glad that I was facing the wall, but some perverse part of me wanted to see his face. I wanted to watch him, watch me, demean myself for his amusement. My blush deepened, so I could feel my cheeks tingling.
Well, not the only thing that was tingling.
I turned around, and before I could talk myself out of it, I sunk to my knees. The bulge in his jeans was right in front of my face. I looked up at him, as his lips quirked up into a curious grin. “Please,” I begged, my cheeks scarlet. “Use me.” I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.
His hand traced down my cheek and down under my chin.
“Fucking slut.” He rubbed his cock through his pants with the other hand. “You needy, desperate little slut. You’ve been keeping yourself from me, kitten.” He rested the palm of his hand against my cheek.
I closed my eyes, anticipating the blow.
“Fuck, no. No, you keep those eyes open,” he hissed.
I obeyed. I couldn’t help myself. As I looked up at him, he smiled at me, and my heart beat a little faster. I wondered what kinds of things I would do, just to see him smiling down at me.
My pussy dripped, thinking about it.
I saw the swing of his arm, a half second before his hand crashed against the side of my face. The force of it ratcheted my head to the side, and pain blossomed through my cheek. Immediately, my eyes started to tear up.
“Look at me,” he said.
I turned my head back, breathing hard.
“Good little kitten,” he said, landing another slap against the same cheek.
It fucking hurt, and I began to cry. “Please…”
He grabbed my chin roughly. “Please, what? What do you need?”
I swallowed a sob. “Please… please use my mouth.” There was so much I wanted to ask for, so much more. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it, even kneeling in front of this man, as he held me fast.
I watched his eyes narrow. “What do you think happens to little girls that lie?”
The first tear fell. “They get punished.”
“That’s right, they do. Do you deserve to be punished, little kitten?”
I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He groaned, and adjusted himself. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You lying little whore. Don’t fucking move, do you understand me?”
He slapped me again, harder.
My cheek burned, but I turned my face back toward him. Another slap followed, then a backhand. I started to sob, and it took a great force of will to keep turning my head back to receive more punishment.
His fingers rubbed over my cheekbone, through the wet line of my tears. “You’re so pretty when you cry. So pretty when you suffer for me.” He lined up for another blow. “Tell me how much you like this.”
My cheeks stung.
Did I like this?
My pussy clenched in response, and my eyes burned. “So much. I like it so much.”
Three more hard slaps followed, one after another.
I wept, but I kept my face turned toward him.
“Now, I think you’re earned my cock. Have you learned your lesson about lying to me, little kitten?”
I laughed. With tears running down my face, it was an odd sensation. “Probably not.” I looked up at him. “Probably need more.”
I watched his cock strain against the fabric of his jeans, and he rubbed at it. “Poor little kitten, you really do have a terrible little need there, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Well, I have a need too.” He unbuttoned his fly and brought his cock out. It was long, and hard. A drop of precum gathered at the tip as it bobbed in front of my face. “Open your mouth.”
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