"Yes."

The admission was out of her mouth before she could even think about it.

Tyler grabbed his cock, sliding it past his robes and pressing his cock head against her slit. Caoimhe whimpered, the cock head pressing just at her pussy so he could feel just how warm, wet and tight she was, all for him.

Tyler slowly dragged his cock head up and down her slit, teasing her hole. Caoimhe rubbed her hips back, trying to entice him to just get it over with.

"I just want him to finish and leave me alone," Caoimhe whimpered to herself, half-sure it was a lie.

Tyler chuckles at her obvious lust, tempting her further and further, until his cock head glistened with her juices.

"God, you really, really want to be fucked, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Caoimhe nodded, blushing from embarrassment, loathing how quickly she abandoned her ideals and eagerly served him.

"Jack must never fuck you if you're this ****. You really need a good dicking."

Caoimhe watched as Tyler held out the phone in front of him... and surprisingly, she watched as Tyler deleted the photo from view.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Well, if you're only here because of that, you're free to go," Tyler said, still grinning with confidence. "You can get dressed and run off home."

"I... OK," Caoimhe said, staying in position, feeling his cock pulse through her.

"You're not moving, are you, my little slut?"

"I..."

"Do you still want me to fuck you, Caoimhe?"

This was it. This was his plan this whole entire time. He didn't just want to fuck her. He wanted her to beg for it. He wanted to control her, to prove to her what a slut she is. To own her.

"Just ask me to fuck you, Caoimhe. And I will."