He laughs.

“Are you kidding me, Alex?” he laughs at you, an aggravating smirk on his face, “Why should I give you your gun back? Look at how easily you broke under the slightest pressure, can you really be trusted to handle a gun?”

You lower your head slightly in shame and humiliation at his admittedly somewhat true words, taking a moment to think before raising your head and saying, putting clear emphasis on the 'MY', “I’m going to uphold my side of the deal, so please just give me MY gun back.”

“You really want the gun back that much?” he asks, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. You nod, and he chuckles before gesturing crudely to the big bulge in his pants, “I already told you what to do. If you want your gun back so badly then you can get down to sucking my cock.”

You bite your lip in annoyance, staring at the floor for just a moment before pushing yourself up to your feet. You shake slightly on your legs, still weak from your orgasm only a few moments prior, “Let’s just go back to the camp.. Collect the cans and let's get moving,” you mumble.

He snorts, “Yeah, I didn't think you needed it that badly.”

He doesn’t move to pick up the cans, instead he leans back against the wall to ogle you whilst you dutifully pick up the scattered cans of food. You glower, staring at the floor and refusing to respond and give him satisfaction. You hear him whistle when you bend over to pick up a can, but do your best to ignore him.

He pushes himself up off the wall as you plop the last can into a basket, sliding up next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist to rest a hand on your plump ass. You push his hand away, “Don’t touch me,” you mutter angrily.

He smirks, a hand going down and gesturing to the revolver as he rests his hand back on your ass, squeezing it roughly. He leans up to you, whispering in your ear, “Remember who’s in charge here,” you bristle but don’t push him away, shivering in fury as he pulls you closer up to his side whilst you head back to the camp.