Perhaps he had-- which didn't speak well to her previous lover-- but to Dreg, her pleasure was largely immaterial. He didn't care whether he made her feel good, beyond the fact that it had won him the right to command her, if only for a little longer. No, what he cared about was this, and without mercy, without further warning, without gentleness he slid into her, swift and powerful and overwhelming, tightly sheathed within her and grunting with animalistic pleasure before he slowly began to withdraw, slowly, slowly pulling back before thrusting again, just as hard and just as fast as the first time, ignoring her reaction, whether it be pleasured or pained as he takes her long hair in his fist like reins.