A fight till the end

“You're a monster, Lord Patterson.” Alison tries again to slap me again, but it is easy to catch the teen's hand and twist it behind her back. Damn, the feeling of overpowering a struggling young woman has my cock throbbing.

“I knew you'd be a fighter; just like your sanctimonious father.” I pull her dress the rest of the way over her hips, and it slides to the floor in a black silk puddle. “I like that. Your mother just lay back and let me spread her legs, but you've got too much pride. Don't you.” This challenge brings on another bout of struggling and this time she almost slips out of my grasp. I think she thought she might break free, because when, in the end I grab her by the throat and bring her back under control, she cries out in anger and frustration.

“I despise you, Sir.”

“Good.” I tell her, “that will make this even better.” As horny as I am, for the next couple minutes I am content with exploring her beautiful young body as she wiggles futilely. I run my hand up her neck into her silky hair, cup her small firm breasts and pinch her pink nipples into tight peaks. I even taste the skin in the soft depression just under and behind her ear. I have not forgotten my plan to put the gold hoops in these ears and judging by her reaction, neither has Alison. If anything, my tongue on her neck makes her squirm even more than when I pinched and rolled her sensitive little teats.

“Stay away from my ears, you sick bastard!” But I don't, instead I catch the fleshy lobe between my teeth and bite down hard enough to make her yelp.

“These will look even better when they are pierced with golden **** rings.” Before she can respond to my throaty whisper my hand slides down over her taut belly and into the tiny silk panties that cover her sex. “Maybe I'll put a ring down here too, when you finally learn this cunt belongs to me.”

“No!” I don't know if she's objecting to my plan for additional piercings or the way that my fingers have slipped between her moist folds - to be honest, I don't really care.

“You never answered my question earlier.” I remind her as my fingers start exploring, “Are you still a virgin? Am I going to get to hear you squeal when I ram my cock into your tight slit?”

“Fuck you, Lord Patterson!” Her vulgar response makes me smile. It is not me that is going to get fucked, but this Imperial debutant who has fallen into my wicked hands. The only question remaining is do I want to be able to see her expressive face when I claim her or should I put her on her hands and knees to remind her of her new position as a ****.