He makes her turned on by her humiliation

Finally, he released her. Alexa's body fell back and she lay on the dirt floor, gasping and gulping down air. He watched her crawl onto all fours as she shook, coughing and spitting onto the floor. Hot, angry, shameful tears were streaming down her face. Looking down at the sputtering mess at his feet, Ethan sent another command into her brain, "You won't admit it, but this degrading treatment turns you on even more."

He decided to let her writhe on the floor for a few more seconds to let that sink in. How long had he kept her **** there, he wondered. Maybe thirty seconds, a minute? Better to drop her into the deep end to get things started on the right foot.

Then, he bent down towards her and pulled her upright by her hair. He looked down at the crying, **** woman on her knees below him. She was momentarily speechless, just staring up with her mouth hanging open in shock, but still breathing heavily. His hand came down hard and fast across her face. He slapped her again, eliciting a sharp cry of pain. "Hands behind your back", he simply repeated. She reluctantly returned her hands behind her, this time folding her arms so each hand could grab the other arm. For good measure, he struck her across the face one more time. Her cheeks were pink and stinging, but she knew not to dare move her hands.

"Please, please, please," she blabbered, "no more." She didn't think she could keep going any longer. Her throat burned, her face was dripping with saliva, and her lungs were begging for mercy. She was gasping for air. But despite that, she felt like she didn't mean those words. She couldn't understand herself, but against her body's resistance, she wanted to feel it all over again.

Ethan wrapped his other hand around the other braid, fully in control of Alexa's head. He rubbed his cock against her tear covered face, slapping it against her forehead and cheeks. "Open." She stuck her tongue out again, bracing for the worst. Gripping her head tightly, he once again thrust his cock forward. This time he took it slowly, savoring the feeling of her warm, velvety mouth. He pushed slowly down her throat, which seemed to make her gag reflex fight even harder as she struggled with his thick, unrelenting cock. He started rubbing his tip back and forth against the top of her throat, tickling every receptor in her body that made her panic. Ethan was grinning with pleasure as her throat fought back against him, convulsing and shuddering along the length of his dick. Her toes curled in her shoes and her feet flailed uselessly, her whole body fighting to stay still. She wanted to shove him away, but she knew better, so she dug her nails deep into her flesh to keep her fingers clenched around her own arms. Once he reached his full depth, he pulled himself back out at an agonizingly slow pace, letting her continue to shiver underneath him. He pulled his cock out of her raw, damaged throat but didn't let it leave her mouth. **** for air, she gasped for breath around his steel-hard rod. He let her gulp down one deep breath of air before plunging back in.

He continued back and forth, driving himself deep into her throat and savoring its warm depths, dragging it back out to allow her a single ragged breath, and plunging back in, all at a leisurely pace to allow full enjoyment of each little moment. He loved to keep her on the edge of desperation, each breath far enough from the last to let her whole body begin to panic before he would withdraw. Tears were fully streaming from her eyes, dragging wet black streaks down her cheeks from the mascara she had delicately applied. He was in a heaven of his own making: each stroke let him enjoy the beautiful, smooth, velvet of her throat and **** his gagging, crying victim into deeper discomfort. He kept slowly fucking her throat for minutes before he started to feel an orgasm beginning to build inside.

Gripping Alexa's braids tightly, he suddenly walked backwards, dragging her behind him. She struggled to keep up, crawling on all fours for a moment before she stumbled forward, unable to keep up. He dragged her back another few feet, her legs flailing uselessly behind her. Approaching the trunk of a tall redwood, Ethan dropped her on the floor like a piece of unwanted garbage. It took her a few seconds to recover, slowly crawling back onto her knees. She looked up with a fearful expression on her face, awaiting her next ordeal.

He pointed at the tree and ordered her, "Get over there. Back against the tree. Drop your hands." Scrambling to avoid another slap to the face, she quickly crawled over to the base of the tree. She sat on her heels with her back pressed against the tree bark and her hands clasped together on her lap. Ethan admired his work. Her hands were clasped tightly around each other and trembled in her lap. Beads of sticky drool dripped down her chin, mixing with her hot, eyeliner-stained tears and ruining her white shirt. Her mind was running with conflicting thoughts: hatred and contempt for the the piece of shit violating her throat, shame at her own incompetence that led her to this moment, disgust at how much degrading treatment she would accept to keep her shitty job, embarrassment for her disheveled state, and cutting through it all, a strange an inexplicable desire for it all to continue.

In a single, piercing thrust, Ethan skewered Alexa's throat, stabbing his cock as far as he could fit. Gagging on his cock, she cried out at the discomfort. He lingered briefly and then pulled out until his tip rested on her shaking bottom lip. He lunged forward again, this time pulling himself out just as quickly. He started pumping back and forth quickly, forcefully fucking her throat. His hand released her neck, and he leaned forward, planting his hands against the thick tree bark. He picked up the pace, pummeling her throat with fast, hard thrusts. Struggling against his pace and ****, her hands braced against her thighs, and she dug her nails into the soft flesh. He was thrusting so hard that with every pump of his hips her head was slammed back against the hard tree trunk. Her head rattled as he relentlessly fucked her aching throat. He decided to reach into her thoughts one more time and increase her arousal further still. With every thrust, she groaned in pain as her head collided with the tree trunk and his cock slammed against the back of her throat. Her cries of pain were muffled by the hard object invading her throat and the retching, gagging noises that her throat made every time he pumped his hips. AUGHHKKK...auuHURK...GahhMFF