You take control.

"Good girl, show me how much you want this." You say looking down smirking at her squirming like a little slut. She was squirming and you could actually smell her arousal, it took all you got not to take your dick out and shove it in the slut throat.

"P ... Please, I ... I need it ... please!" She begs, looking up at you like she's going to die if you don't give it to her.

That's exactly what you were waiting for, for her mind to flip that very important switch. She is not the one giving you the favor of using her, you are the one giving her the favor of using her. It was important to hold out until that very truth was established, for her to understand that the only way to get what she craves was to give up the notion that her presence was a favor to the world.

Now you could work on making her understand her place in the world, making her understand that it was her husband who was doing her a favor by allowing her to leach of his wealth. That she wasn't living up to her part of the bargain she has alluded to in the bar, he was providing for her but she wasn't putting out for him. You stood up towering over her and very slowly start to undo your pants.

" You will not touch my cock until I allow it, understand slut?" You command pulling your pants down bringing your underwear with them. The vixen couldn't help but moan at the sight of your cock springing free of the confine of your pants.

" Yes ... sir! I'll be good ... I'm a good girl" She moans out humping the air. You realize she's probably too afraid you'll leave if she touches herself without your permission first.

You're amazed at how right you were about her, from the moment she started trying to boss you around you could feel it wasn't what the girl was really about. The fact that she wants her throat used like this was already a big clue but you could tell her whole demeanor was wrong. She was trying too hard, pushing things that shouldn't have matter.

Why tell him not to give his cum to the serving girl? It didn't make sense when she could've just told the girl to get the fuck out of here, after delivering the food. Why tell him he could be rough with her when it's obviously going to get rough when she asks to have her face fucked and not setting up a way to stop him? She was just making up rules to convince herself she was the one in control while the very fantasy she was after was about giving up control.

You take your cock in hand and move so you are directly above her. You can fell the difference from the pill you took earlier, it's fucking sensitive and you doubt you'll last any time at all once start using the slut in earnest. You needed to establish that you were the one who would set up the pace before your first load, you couldn't appear weak cum before you could even bottom out in her greedy throat. You cock-slap her a couple of times making not to touch her outstretched tongue.

"Is that what you want? What you're ready to humiliate yourself for?" You ask playing with your dick periodically strike her face with it extracting a whorish moan every time.

"Y-Yes, sir! I need it, please!" She breaths out unable to look away from your dick.

"You need what slut? You need to say it, a good girl always needs to be clear about what she begs for." You taunt her pushing the good girl narrative to see why she seems to be so hung up on it.

When she doesn't answer right away you think you may have pushed things a little too fast and you're about to reinforce your dominance when she finally gives you an answer that leaves you widening your eyes in surprise.

"Your cock, I need your big cock ... please, daddy!" She exclaims looking up at you unsure. Until now, every word had to be coaxed out of her but her last declaration had flowed freely out of her mouth.

You're a bit stun at the display, she could have played out that little **** fantasy of hers by asking for it from the staff but it was obvious it was the first time by the way she was looking at you. You need to decide if you're going to go along with her pent up fantasy.