"Fine you little slut."
She screams "nooooooooooo" as he pulls one leg, then the other, and ties them to the footposts of the bed, spreading her far apart, making her yelp in pain as he stretches her. She trembles lying on her back, legs spread, arms trapped under her.
"How good are you at sucking cock, slut? You better be good .. and you better be careful too .. watch those teeth if you want to keep them in your mouth."
He leans on the bed, grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling her head up to his cock. He jabs once at her closed lips, his hand tightening in her hair, making her gasp in pain, his cock sliding between her now open lips. He lifts his head up and groans at the ceiling, enjoying the feel of her wet, hot, hungry mouth, her tongue trying to stop him, but only tantalizing him more as it slips and slides around the head of his cock, trying to dislodge him. He pulls her hair closer, forcing her to take more of him, delighting in hearing her struggle, the whimpers and gasps for air making him smile down at her.
"You are a good lil cocksucking whore, aren't you?"
She struggles, choking over and over again.
"Don't you get sick on me. Don't you dare get sick."
She closes her eyes, tears spilling from her eyes, her pleading muffled by his cock. She takes in gulps of air whenever he pulls back from her, her throat sore, the muscles there screaming for relief as he relentlessly pumps forward into her mouth, pulling her head closer in the same rythmn.
"OOOOooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuck. You are a good lil cocksucking whore." He reaches down and pinches one nipple, twisting it cruelly between his fingers. She cries out, only to have his cock fill her throat again, cutting off her air. She feels panic rise ........
He stops, pushing her away roughly .. standing above her, his cock bobbing in the air, pulsing .. she can tell he is struggling himself. Not believing it possible, she feels a flair of pleasure herself, seeing this small power she has over him. Her thrill is short-lived...
Reaching down, he unties her legs.
"Roll over, mutt." His words preceed him crossing her legs - forcing her to roll. She cries, her arm wretched under her until she rolls the rest of the way onto her stomach. She feels him re-tie her legs to the posts ..this time it doesn't hurt so bad.
Hearing a cap release, she turns her head to see him squeezing a bottle in one hand, holding it over the other.
