A derisive sneer lit his face as he watched the bag over her head move with her words. He knew that her face was one of almost unmeasured and unequaled beauty; it was one of the reasons that he'd paid such a large amount of money for the woman.  Just knowing what was under that sack made his balls tingle…but…all in good time. All in good time.  He pondered her quietly, chuckling at her outburst.  He wanted to keep this one around for a while. She had fire, something that he wanted to extinguish in her. Killing her would be a waste.  Such pieces of prime looking pussy didn't come around every day.<br/><br/>"Such language from a lady's mouth!" he insisted quietly, a chuckle leaving his lips as he looked down at her, his face twisted in an expression of sarcasm. He wouldn't strike her that time. No. Not that time.  He walked to the bathroom of the suite and got one of the small, paper wrapped bars of soap. "You'll pay for such language. Have you ever had your mouth washed out?"  Would he? Yes. He'd make her eat the damn bar of white, dry cleanliness if she kept on.  Vulgarity had no place in a woman's mouth unless she was asking him to fuck her.  His wife was an exception. Rarely.   "I will not keep my hands off of you,<em>chérie</em>.  I like handling my property. You belong to me." He trailed his fingers across her cheek bone, through the sack.  "Very beautiful property. I paid a lot for you and I intend to get my money's worth."<br/><br/>The way that she stifled her screaming as the blade pressed coldly against her flesh made him wonder whether she was biting her tongue or her lips in order to succeed.  He'd find out soon enough but he wanted those mountainous tits freed for his perusal.<br/><br/>His knees pressed against the floor - beautiful stone that matched the carpet in other rooms beautifully.  It was his responsibility to make sure that he didn't bloody up certain parts of the suite. He didn't really see a problem with that so long as the bitch did what she was told. "Oh. Is he now? I suppose zat I should be scared, non? I don't think that I am, chérie."  He chuckled as he bared her breasts completely, pushing the ruined garments over her shoulders and down her back.<br/><br/>"What lovely tits that Miss Piggy has!"  He palmed them, testing the weight of them in his hands and then squeezed them roughly before letting them fall.  His eyes were glued to her flesh every second, watching how they moved and fell.  Without warning, his right hand reached out and slapped hard against her left breast, his left hand repeated the same stinging blow to her right one.  He grinned as they swung wildly across her chest, continuing the gesture over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.  He kept going until her breasts were red and purple, some spots dotted with blood that had risen to the surface.<br/><br/>Henri growled low in his throat and moved swiftly toward her, grabbing her tits in his hands and crushing them together before pinching her nipples between his fingers and pulling back.  He wasn't gentle in his ministrations, holding the jugs up by the nubs, supporting them only by the buds centered on each beautiful breast.<br/>