Pulling himself away from her luscious bosom Spencer looked upon his prey and took note of the way her chest heaved with satisfaction. Wyonna was clearly enjoying herself despite her earlier protests and the scent of her only confirmed his assumptions even further. He could just barely make out the aroma of the dewiness that began to form betwixt her thighs, and he licked his lips in dark anticipation. He wanted to bury his face there immediately, to lap at her womanhood with furious strokes of his tongue, but first he would test just how much she was willing to give to this bargain.<br/><br/>With a flick of his hand the chains obeyed his will and twisted her form like a deviant marionette. She was brought to her knees before the demonic puppeteer, arms pinned roughly behind her back. "Let's see if that mouth of yours is good for something more than speaking mystic phrases." The lust dripping from each word was palpable as he slipped a hand down to his slacks and undid the clasp of his belt. Pulling the black leather strap free from its loops he wrapped it around her throat and pulled it taut, carefully restricting her airway. He did not wish to strangle the poor girl, but he would exercise his control over her in each and every way imaginable. She was his now and always even if she did not realize it just yet.<br/><br/>He drew the zipper of his slacks downward downward slowly, making certain that the blind girl could hear the snap of each part of the device opening. His throbbing member slipped loose from its confines and stood erect before her. Tightening his grip on the belt he pulled her head forward and pressed the tip of his manhood to her mouth, smearing her lips with the barest hint of precum that had leaked forth from his excitement. "Take me into your mouth Wyonna. Suck on my cock like your life depends on it...because it does." He stood there waiting patiently to see if she would accede to his demands.