He could see her spirit sink after he cackled about over her orgasm. It was a powerful thing to take from her, her control over her own pleasure. Stronger women than the prominent social figure and journalist had crumbled when they weren't able to safeguard their own enjoyment from him. The human body is hotwired to seek out its own delight, and when faced with something deplorable and otherwise unwanted in the way of that, the body's wants conflicts with the mind's sensibilities. It was the basis for almost any ailment a psychiatrist could treat. Alissa could not hope to stand against it very well, and was left to feel all the rotten things she ought once the clenching of her cunt had stopped.<br/><br/>Her demeanor had been altered already. She'd been proud, and her muscles had been full of spring, like she could have taken on any obstacle. She had thought she was chasing the scoop of her life in here, after all. Perhaps that had given her away - she'd come here feigning distress. Despite her stellar acting, she couldn't betray her digital trail, but more than that, her inherent confidence could not have convinced him of her dismay. This, how she moved about now, was more appropriate for someone who sought out what a doctor in his field could give. It kept him impossibly hard to know he'd taken that strength from her, since a woman like Alissa identified herself a lot by what she could do.<br/><br/>He took some time to admire her while she laid there, listless at the shores of catatonia. How beautifully weighted she looked from having been full of the breath of potential. One simple, though expert, fucking - with a good end for her, nonetheless - was all it took to demolish her. If her old self somehow was able to flicker back, she'd be a cloud of violence at him, he was sure. None of those properties were waiting to reinforce her now. She was his doll, and dolls don't have a life of their own, they wait, slack armed and bowlegged, to be played with and propped up as a part of their master's ploy to please himself. The way she let him dunk her head against the desk only made her likeness to a ragged toy more apt.<br/><br/>Leunan handled her as he wanted, Ms. Vauqelin didn't offer any resistance. She was a very useful paper weight at best, now. The continued generosity with verbal abuse seemed to keep her legs useless as they sat on the floor, between him and the desk. She stared at the cock like it had its own gravity. He smiled to himself, having captured her like this. Poor rich girl, meeting the world and all its horrors all in one day. It is flattering to a man when a woman is so affected by the sight of his cock. Still focused on it only, her head undid the distance, and she tasted her own flavors on it. It was one of his own favorite things, having the victim clean herself off the weapon of her own abuse. Leunan afforded himself a gasp of triumph as she submitted to his command after having let him berate her with verbal humiliation, also. He sucked on his lower lip in turn, as her body tried to rejected him, throat clencing with coughing reflexes. She forced that back, and was finding a rhythm at which she tried to soothe his swollen member soon.<br/><br/>He could easily have burst at first kiss, but stubbornly held his pleasure back from her. Her position wasn't comfortable, and he was sure she was fighting to be done with this. It gave him fuel to resist. He held on long enough to sell another failure to her as he grabbed her hair hard. "You can't do anything right." he muttered and fed her his cock faster. He hissed in disappointment and rocked his hips in a similar way that he'd stirred her cunt up before. The fistful off hair kept her head where he wanted, which was bouncing off him. The bulb of the monstrous limb bounced against her throat, and the pace at which he thrashed her skull back and forth would soon be disorienting to her. He hoped she'd be sick, wouldn't that be a delightful thing to bully her over?<br/><br/>Eventually, since this was by his own design, he let the pleasure soak into him, ringing through the shaft and sack, and spreading to his stomach. he grunted when he delivered a grand helping of boiling seed, some of it lost down her forced-wide throat, but most of it he deposited on her face when he popped out from her compliant lips, and then the last he made sure to drop on the floor. He breathed to get his bearings back after the good introductory session, and then slapped her once. It was a delight to feel his cum on her cheek when the dull crack sounded.<br/><br/>"You really are hopeless, aren't you?" he asked as he tucked himself back. Truthfully, he could have railed at her all day, until she was bleeding and all her holes were ruined, but he'd rather violate her mind. Leunan gestured to the floor with all the disappointment of a parent. "Look at this! You're supposed to be a guest here and now you've made a mess." If there was anyone who understood what tones could bring the recipients mind to feel as though they were being judged, it was a man of his profession. "Eat it up, Alissa. And then put that  gown on."<br/><br/>He would wait, and reinforce what he'd said with more verbal jabs, her confidence was raw now, it shouldn't take much - and if she somehow built enough resistance to refuse, he'd simply hold her by that distressed hair again, and dip her face into the puddle of cooling lust that he'd had to draw out himself against her skill-less mouth. It was a rough treatment, one any person from the outside wouldn't stand for, but she'd been thoroughly soaked into a psychological place where he was fast becoming a deity. Leunan - if he could make her use her tongue on her own accord to clean up the floor that she had helped soil - would sit back in a chair and watch her.<br/><br/>From the angle he choose, there would be a full view of her ass, the cleft of it, and her recently fucked-open pussy. His plan was to make it look like he was ignoring her while she tended to her assigned task, so he'd pull the laptop down to work with, clattering away on a very real report on her swift progress. It was part ruse, though, since he fully meant to watch as she ate the cum off the expensive floor, and then get dressed in the gown to truly look like a patient of his special ward. Leunan might even smile at her, though somewhat demeaning, like she was someone simple able to do a relatively uncomplicated task.