"Good." His hand slid from her chest to her back, making it obvious enough that even now he wasn't done with her. She could rightly wonder if the night would end after all. His prick fell to follow his thigh, wet but spent, and the rest of his muscles were rather too weary to do much with. His voice, though - his favourite and most powerful tool - had hardly faded a bit.<br/><br/>"Your virgin cunt pleased me well enough, girl, so you have no cause to weep or complain. My happiness ought to be fore in your mind, always... come, act properly. Press up to me like the fucking love-addled pet you *will* become, and offer me everything all over again."<br/><br/>She was sure the words were designed purely to cut into her, especially the harsh language that she'd heard more of in the past 12 hours than in the rest of her life, or so it seemed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>