No

You shake your head, keep your mouth firmly closed, wondering if she'll **** it open and make you drink anyway.

She raises an eyebrow. “So, you say yes to having your cock broken, but turn your nose up at a warm bottle of cum? I’m beginning to think you’ll just do whatever will make me hurt you most.” There’s a gleam in her grey eyes. “That turns me on so very much.”

Me moves the bottle to her own lips and takes a deep drink from it. “It’s good stuff,” she says, wiping specks of your dick dribble from her lips, “but I want it fresh.”

She places the bottle on the ground and drops to her knees. Taking your aching cock between her lips, her moist tongue runs along it, once again awakening the beast. You go weak at the knees as she works your cock, taking you nearer and nearer and nearer to orgasm. You beg her not to stop.

Then her teeth bite into your cock. You scream and writhe in pain, while her teeth move on to your balls, as she grabs them in her hands and bites down.

“You didn’t think I’d really want your cum, did you?” she says, picking up the bottle once again and returning to her feet. She takes another drink from the bottle but this time spits it out all over your face. “You should be on your knees, not Me.” Her hands move to your face, rubbing the sticky cum into your skin. “If you’ll not drink it, you’ll wear it,” she says, and then disappears from view.

While you hang there, feeling the cum drying on your face, the scent of it in your nostrils, you wait for Me to return, with both anticipation and fear.

Eventually, the perception filter lifts and she returns, no longer wearing the sexy pirate outfit, but back in her black leather coat, eager to continue her twisted game.