(Submit)"I... I look pathetic."

She looked a mess. She looked broken.

"I... I look pathetic."

"Yes, you do. And you will continue to look pathetic, until you learn to obey. Now, undress me."

He turned his back on her, and waited.

She got up from the floor and wiped the blood from her mouth.

Her hands trembled as she began to unbutton his shirt. He smiled at her, and put his hands on her waist, pulling her close.

"That's a good girl."

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons, but eventually she managed to undo them. She slid his shirt off, revealing his broad, muscular chest. His skin was covered in scars, and he had a tattoo on his left arm, a snake coiled around a dagger.

His pants came next. She unbuckled his belt and slid them down his legs as he gripped a fistful of her hair. His bulge was straining against his boxers, and she could see the outline of his erection. She reached for the waistband and slowly pulled it down.

"Good girl."

His cock sprang free, and her eyes widened. He was huge, and the first one she has seen outside of pictures and "educational" videos her best friends Bianca smuggled into their sleepovers when they were younger. His was thick like a python and rock hard, pointing at her face like a weapon.

"Now, suck it."

Her jaw trembled, her heart racing in her chest.

"What?"

"Suck it, or I will fuck your throat."

Isabella sobbed and brought it to her lips. Her tongue darted out and licked the head. She winced as the taste of his precum coated her tongue, the bitter fluid filling her mouth. She felt sick, but she **** herself to swallow.

"Good girl. Keep going."

Her lips stretched as she slowly took him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the shaft, licking and teasing him. His hands tightened in her hair, guiding her head downwards as more of his cock filled her mouth.

She gagged, and he pulled her up gasping.

"Fuck, that's good. I knew you'd be a natural."

She tried to suck him again, his length sliding between her lips. More and more of him entered her, pushing past her tongue. Her throat burned, and she couldn't breathe, but he kept forcing her head down.

"Take it, bitch. You're going to be my whore from now on."

Her hands clawed at his legs, and she thrashed and struggled, but his grip was firm. She couldn't escape, and she could feel him getting even harder.

Her mind was a blur, and her body was burning.

She was going to pass out.

"You're fucking gorgeous when you're **** on my dick, you know that?"

He pulled her up, letting her breathe, and she gasped for air. She coughed, and the bitter taste of his precum lingered in her mouth.

"Please, no more..."

"Shut up."