Becca bit her lip when Slate rammed himself into her the first time hoping the pain would lessen.  Trying to stop herself from clenching, she lay where he threw her, and let the silent tears find their way down her face.  Not able to stop the grunt that broke free at his second slam, she covered her face with her hands and trying to block some of the pain of his savage fucking, bite into the palm of her hand until she tasted the metallic tang of her own blood.<br/><br/>Slow keening sobs broke from her as the pain grew, but still she took it.<br/><br/>When he called her a slut again, she winced, but ignored it. But a deep fury arose in her when he spoke so of the father she adored.<br/><br/>Rising up even as she was impaled still upon his shaft, she swung with all her strength at him and dealt him a ringing slap across the face.  "You wont talk to me that way."  Her voice was cold and low quiet, but it held a command as well as a warning behind it.