She does... but somewhat reluctantly

As warmth splays across her chest, a broken cry escapes from deep within. Blue eyes water instantly with empathetic sadness triggered by his cruel words. Though sexual encounters never arose during childhood fantasies of romantic love, her teenage years fostered deeper affinity for eventual union with a kind soul destined uniquely for hers alone. Words tremble between parted lips revealing losses wrought upon old innocence, alongside fear that bearing children out of wedlock will leave scars deeper than morning sickness alone: “Please master, I implore you…grant me the gift of…these moments with someone who matters.” Breath caught in her throat, despondent tears trace alongside silken skin, etching broken dreams deeper into soul.

Angry at her rejection, he slaps the arrogant slut for such words. "The only one who matters to you now is me. The only difference is between me knocking you up now and throwing you away… Or you pleasing me enough for me to make you my wife." he presents her the options, knowing that neither will please her. "Choose." Even though he had just cum, her arrogance provokes something with him, his member hardening once more as she stares in fear.

Hot tears slide from her weeping eyes as fingers curl defiantly against her chin. Any response leads somewhere intensely wrong either in bitter humiliation or **** submission. She weighs her options: marriage affords her security, preserving some part of her status and perhaps some new life…; becoming a concubine **** to bear a bastard child would see her humiliated and exiled from her family. "Then if it means I can…continue servicing until I am worthy…. I shall work harder to…deserve marriage", Sasha concedes reluctantly, slipping her tongue back onto the shaft as tears roll freely along her upturned cheek. Does she crave enough servitude to marry out intimate parameters? Could this arrangement grow into genuine love despite everything? Only time could tell if such a thing would be possible, as her decision to submit leads her to please her master’s cock with diligence, her soft tongue pleasing the man.

John nods, pleased with her choice. "Good girl. I will need a good wife since you've disturbed my plans… I'll take good care of you as long as you make sure to please me thoroughly." He pets her head affectionately and gently guides his cock inside of her mouth, making her please him this way since he would have to wait to knock her up. Unfortunate, but the rewards of obtaining a wife from one of the most powerful noble families would be worth the few months that he would have to wait.

Closing her eyes against salty tears, she concentrates on satisfying her master’s demands without complaint or question, wishing nothing more than to escape from this terrifying reality. Her tongue works diligently, curling around sensitive areas that elicit groans of approval from above. No longer is she the princess of high society but merely property belonging solely to John now. This thought haunts her as she continues pleasuring him, hoping that his promises hold at least some truth to them. How easily might consequences surface should she displease him in future, forcing her back down the route she already rejected today? And yet, no other options existed beyond accepting this situation and hoping that a chance presents itself to develop it further towards some sort of equality.

Pleased with her understanding, he keeps caressing her head and pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She dutifully takes it all inside of her supple throat despite the discomfort it's clearly causing her. Finally, he feels himself coming, his cock filling her mouth with sticky semen. "Swallow" he orders her, checking to make sure that she obeys.