All you needed was another finger. Now scream. Scream that I own you, nice and fucking loud. I want the whole building to hear you. I want the people living on the top floor to know who owns this juicy little cunt, do you hear me slut? Scream out who fucking owns you. Now.
I know your weaknesses, cunt. I know that if I bite that little spot where your neck meets your back while I’m slamming up into your guts? I know that sends you to another fucking place. Your mind is going to be gone. Your muscles will tighten and clench and I’ll just keep biting, keep pounding into you until I feel you shake from an orgasm so hard it could be mistaken for a seizure. This is how I make you my bitch.
The wide eyes she gives me when I wrap my hand around her neck, grip it tight and use it to slam her body down into my thick, thrusting dick — harder and harder. It’s that look that tells me everything. It tells me that she knows she’s fucking owned, that she’s mine to use however I want, to treat however I want. She’s just a warm body submitting to my pleasure because getting fucked like this, controlled like this, dominated like this is what gets her off. She wants to be my property. So I’ll use her like she is. For now. For as long as she has a purpose for me. Then when I’m done with her, when she’s busted and oozing my cum, I’ll push her off me and go take a nice, warm shower.
I’ll make your body shake so hard it’ll be like you’re having a fit that you can’t control. The cum-fits.
Look at your fucking slut finger hanging onto the edge of your lip. You don’t even know what the fuck to do with your hands, do you? Dumb bitch. I’ve fucked common sense right out of your body. You’re just a shaking, sniveling, writhing little cunt for me to use, aren’t you? Mmm, talking like that turns you on even more, doesn’t it? Shake for me, slut. Let me see that orgasm own your fucking body. Do not forget who did this to you, do you hear me? Ever. Ever!