Control Issues

She started to sit up. It was too much, his words were too much; they grated too hard against her sense of propriety. "What in the hell, how dare you?" But he grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back. "Oh no, it's too late for that, you're not going anywhere just yet."

He pushed her arms over her head and held both of her hands in one of his. His other hand reached down and grabbed her breast, pinching the nipple and rolling in between his fingers while he watched her face. "Nobody's ever told you what a slut you are, have they? Oh but they've all thought it, baby. Every time you've wrapped that talented mouth around a cock, they've thought it. They've thought about what a talented little whore you are, too good at sucking cock not to be a whore. Too good at it to have not had way more experience than you would ever want anyone to know." His hand went from one nipple to the next, back and forth, pinching and pulling. "How many? How many cocks have you sucked, Elizabeth? 50? More? Do you even know?"

Then, still watching her face, he lowered his mouth to her breast and bit lightly around the nipple. She couldn't help herself and groaned. Suddenly, she became aware of her situation, that her arms were pinned down and his weight was on her. And he kept saying all of these disrespectful degrading things. She struggled to get him off of her, struggled to get free.

"Yeah, keep struggling Elizabeth. Just like that, you're making me hard again. I've wanted to have you here under me since I first saw you. Walking into my office in that skirt and those boots, little miss lawyer with her hair pulled back and her glasses perched on her nose. Made my cock twitch just looking at you. Hell, you made every cock in the office twitch when you walked down the hall that day. And we all exchanged looks, every one of us wanting to know what you'd be like in bed."

"Get off of me," she said, finally finding her voice. "Let me go, now, Mark, you can't hold me here like this. Who in the hell do you think you are?"

"Ha! Found your voice finally, huh? Well, it is too late, Elizabeth. Much much too late to pretend to be anything other than what you and I both know you are, a little cum-loving slut."

With that he pushed her legs apart with his knee. "I can feel the heat from you pussy, I can feel how wet it is, and how hot you are from the idea of me taking control of you like this." His mouth crushed hers and he began thrusting his tongue into her mouth again. He never let go of her arms while his free hand found its way down again to her pussy. He stuck a finger inside her, sliding it in and out. "You can try to deny it all you want but your slutty little pussy is hot and wet and dying to be taken."

He kept his finger there, adding another and another, fucking her with them, making her hotter and wetter until she thought she couldn't take it anymore. He watched her face as he began stroking her clit with his thumb. "Cum for me, you little slut. I want to see you lose control, give it to me. That's right, give me your cum, whore."

His words pushed her over the edge and she came hard against his hand. Quickly he let go of her arms and moved his mouth down to her pussy, licking her and sticking his tongue into her hot wet slit, tasting her cum. Then he pushed his teeth against her clit at the end of her orgasm, continuing it, driving it on.

And then, moving up again, he forced her legs wider with his thighs and drove his large cock deep inside of her. He grabbed her arms again and held them back over her head. Then he pounded away at her pussy, fucking her incessantly.

"Yeah, you little slut, take that, feel that, feel my hard cock deep inside you. You love that, don't you, you little whore? You hot little slut, you love my cock shoved deep inside you." He kept fucking her like that, over and over. Then he came again, hard and deep inside her. And she felt his cock pulsing over and over, as he took what she wouldn't give herself permission to give him. Then she came again, so intensely she felt like she'd pass out, cumming with his cock buried deep inside her.

"See, Elizabeth? See, you can't deny it. You love this, you love being my little slut and being forced to take my cock hard." He pulled his now spent cock out of her and rolled off of her, watching her reaction. "You love being made to be what you cannot let yourself be, a cumslut. And you know what, you're going to keep being my little slut, just like this, every time I want it. Or else."

She panicked then, hearing his words. What? Why would he say such a thing? She would not, absolutely would not let this happen again. She began to sit up again. "I will not, you son of a bitch, this will never happen again, you asshole." She started to move off of the bed but he caught her around the waist and pulled her back down.

"Oh, Elizabeth, you think you're such a smart woman but, look, what do you see up there in the corner? And there in the other one? Do you see those cameras? How do you think your law firm would feel about you sucking and fucking the cock of some random manager from your biggest client?"