His hand clapped heavily across her cheek, making it sting and knocking Zoey's head to one side. It wasn't the worst she'd received, but that it was quite so unexpected didn't help. He did somewhat make amends by straightening her head with his fingers pulling her opposite cheek, before stroking the already warm, throbbing skin. "Don't fucking lie to me, Slut. I wasn't asking whether you'd do it - I know full well that you would if I told you to - I asked what you thought of it. If you didn't like the idea, tell me. Tell me you would do anything I tell you to if it you want to protect yourself, but don't dodge the question again." He sighed irritably and shook his head, peeling his eyes away from her; knowing full well he'd been quick to anger with the girl. He wasn't going to apologise, of course, nor did he regret slapping her - that was his right! - but he should probably make clear the rule for her to obey.<br/><br/>"Listen. If I *want* you to do something, then you are expected to want it to. You are mine, after all, and you exist to please me. I'm not talking about telling me you want whatever it is I want, but about convincing your tiny little mind that you do. If, as was the case there, I ask you a question, you answer me completely and honestly. Don't go on, but don't leave out details because you think I won't like the answer. Break this rule again, and I will think up whole new ways to make you remember it." His hand fell from where it had been on her cheek, to draw across the top of her flesh. "Perhaps by searing it into your whore flesh. So, again. What do you think of my proposal?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>