He's impressed by you

"You're a hot fucking bitch, I'll say that for you," Jack laughs as he pulls out of your ass, leaving you gasping and sobbing on the seat. "You get right into it too! You love it when a real man just fucking takes you."

You sob and whimper, feeling hot shame at the truth in his words. You're horrified at having been ****, and even more horrified at how your body responded. You've never had orgasms like that. No boyfriend has ever made you howl like a maddened animal. You're sick with self-loathing, and even sicker at the realisation that your body wants him again. Wants his violating cock and his strong hands. Wants him taking and using and owning you.

"Oh God! Please...You got what you wanted...Please...leave me alone...Please...No more!" you whimper, looking up at him with your tear stained face and trembling chin.

He stares back at you with implacable cruelty, the faintest of smiles twitching the corners of his lip.

"Nah, we're just getting started," he laughs, opening the car door and grabbing and handful of your hair to pull you out ignoring your squeals of dismay. "Just getting started! Come on bitch, you're gonna love it!"