Mark slapped Helena on the face, lightly, then gripped her by the chin, his gaze boring down into her eyes. "You're not listening, slut. Say it right. You need me to fuck you here, now, in front of these people. You need to come, and you don't care who knows it."<br/><br/>The shadow of something fleeting across his irises as Benirel exulted within him. Mark's hips worked back and forth, rubbing the length of his cock across Helena's swollen, red entrance, but not entering her. She would submit to him, completely, and then he would give her the release she craved. His left hand grasped her breast, unable to fully encompass it, as squeezed hard, slipping fingers across to pinch her nipple. "I will make you cum like you have never cum before in your life, Helena. But you have to do as you're told."<br/><br/>"Fuck," said a quiet voice from off to one side, "that's hot as hell. Somebody film this."<br/><br/>"But he said cut," another answered.<br/><br/>The first returned, "I don't care. I'm practically cumming just watching them. This is gonna sell like buttered pancakes."