After she shook the daze away from her eyes, she was beautiful and livid. His breath still had the haste of his anger when she started pleading. There was always a part of him that was weak for her weakness. Through the red filter he could still appreciate her fear and desperation. The difference between this recoiling girl and the one who'd staked his hand was fantastic. He sighed with longing as her bravery dissolved to leave way to this livid, frightened thing under him.<br/><br/>His breaths were heated by her fighting hands. Was he supposed to resist her now, when she was so lovely? It was almost a sin not to take her, and waste all this delicious torment. With her leg's apart and inviting, and her tears perfectly polishing her face, what other function could she have but be used? He squeezed a little harder, to take the last of air from her, and then let go. His cock was still between her legs, part of it resting on her stomach, showing her how deep it would reach be if he decided to play with her again.<br/><br/>"Well, I was going to be cruel to you." he started, voice stern and low, which might be upsetting, coming from something as pretty as him. He sounded like some otherworldly judge, arrived with her verdict. "But you ask so nicely." he added. A hand lifted his rigid limb and then let it slap down on her again. The sound was dull. "As long as we're clear that you're never to harm or upset Merci again." he stipulated and sighed with frustration. His hand ran through his hair to clear his vision.<br/><br/>"Get out of my bed!" he shouted, and pointed to the lavish couch by the window. He was still plenty displeased, outwardly, but at least there was hope for her modesty. Maybe her promise of obedience was enough. He did not move, however, and it was clear he expected her to get out from under him by herself. He kept all the threatening tension, but wasn't trying to lance her at that second. He suspected it was a small price to pay if the alternative had been another deflowering.<br/><br/>If she took her chance, which had been her personality since she'd been brought here, he'd let her crawl to the edge of the bed. A grin when she didn't see. Her salvation had, in fact, been another game. There had ever been any hope for her peace of mind or the maidenhead he'd rebuilt. As soon as he ass was in view, he'd push her down, back on the bed, her head hanging off the edge and her breasts tight against the covers. He'd put a pillow under her hips to lift her, and have her new virginity served up.<br/><br/>"You're naive even for a Bremmington." he'd hiss in her ear as he laid on her, and then held his palm out, under her lips. "Spit. I think you'll prefer it." he said, cock already kissing the folds it bled earlier today.