The picture of the beauty burned in his mind, sending the ache lower and lower until it pooled in his abdomen and pressed against the fly of his trousers.  His flesh stiffened, the pants just confined him and he wasn't even fully hard yet!<br/><br/>His eyes watched her closely as she tried to lift her arms and legs.  A delighted smile appeared over his lips though it lasted only a brief few seconds.  He felt like a kid in a candy shop and she was his buffet of the most delectable confections known to man.<br/><br/>Henri's deep blue gaze moved from the trembling figure and to the work table, the tools that he'd specified be prepared for his joys were present; an O-ring gag, a foam ball gag, nipple clamps and weights, a strong vibrator with a rounded head and long handle, spreader bars, wrist and ankle cuffs, and a blindfold.  The two gags were for different reasons. If he got tired of her talking before he was ready to plug her piggy little mouth with his cock, he could use either that he got a whim for. Though it would probably be easier to use the O ring first, should he desire an answer from her, for shits and giggles at the very least, he would be better off starting with the ball that he could remove at will and wouldn't wear her mouth out with it.  The foam allowed her to bite down but made it hard to talk, which would be frustrating.  He would enjoy her frustration.<br/><br/>"Please don't huuurt meeee! I'm a virgin, my daddeeee looooves meeee!" He mocked her in a high pitched tone, the words thick with his French accent. Poor little chérie. Her daddy wasn't going to be able to help her.<br/><br/>"Oh shut up, American Piggy! Oink, oink!"  He snorted at her and then made piggy sounds, pressing his face right up against her neck and made a swine-like snorting squeal near her ear.  He laughed derisively and patted her face through the burlap, the pat rough and sarcastic, harsh against her flesh.  "Money is not what I need, not what I crave."  His fingers trailed over the burlap covering her cheekbone.  "Money I have. Your pussy is what I want."  And so much more but he wasn't going to spoil the surprise.  "Keep screaming for me,<em>chérie</em>," he said softly, his tone not loving or kind but deep and rough. "I love it when you scream."  He reached to her chest and ripped her shirt open.  Reaching for a small blade he dragged it down over the material of the sack and her flesh, pressing the tip against her skin and leaving a red mark trailing after.  When he reached her bra, the knife sawed through it as strong fingers pulled it slightly away from her skin.  He didn't want to mar her, not yet. Not juuuust yet.<br/>