Of course not... but she doesn't have to know that

Clicking his penknife again to extend its blade, John put two fingers over Doe's pussy lips and **** them wider. As he continued pounding her relentlessly, he tapped the flat of the blade sharply twice on her clit and felt Doe instantly freeze with a panicked gasp. A sudden, intense wetness gripped John's rod as his cock-sleeve clamped down hard on him. A moment later, Doe started to quiver and convulse as her eyes rolled up into her head and she let out a choked cry.

"Are you fucking cumming?" John asked incredulously. Her fear and adrenaline must have been building up so intensely - it would seem his final threat and the cold blade on her clit, had finally pushed Doe over the edge into orgasm.

"Y-YESSS I'M FUCKING CUMMI-" Doe cried out as she erupted all over John's iron-hard dick. He flung the penknife on the floor of the car and, reaching up, slapped Doe hard before clamping his powerful hand on her throat, cutting off her cries with an even harder squeeze.

"I didn't say you could cum, slut."

The apology she choked out only made him harder as he continued ramming her pussy. He looked down at Doe's face and saw that her eyes had rolled back into her head amidst her tears.

"Cumming with a blade pointed at your juicy cunt... I'm almost ashamed of you. But then I always knew you were nothing more than a dirty disgusting fuckhole." He relaxed his grip, allowing her to breathe again

"Y-yes Sir. I'm a f-filthy slut, just please let me go-o now" Doe sobbed as the final vestiges of her orgasm rocked her.