At your disposal

Tisha placed the tray on a table and assumed a submissive position.

• Master, your breakfast is at your disposal as your servant.

Tarlon opened his eyes, visibly pleased by the offer, the bulge formed by his penis under the sheets.

• Feed me, ****.

Tisha climbed onto the bed and began spreading some crackers, dipping them in, as she shuddered when she felt Tarlon's finger explore her sex.

She offered a cracker to Tarlon's mouth, which he accepted with a satisfied smile, ignoring the trembling of his hand. Every movement Tarlon made her grit her teeth, but she knew she had to remain impassive, play the role of the submissive ****. As he chewed, his finger continued to stroke her, and Tisha felt a wave of disgust rise within her, but she suppressed it, focusing on the purpose that had brought her here. She squeezed an orange juice and offered the glass, but Tarlon shook her head.

• You're going to give me the juice mouth to mouth without drooling, he said hoarsely.

Tisha nodded, her face impassive despite the revulsion that was filling her. She moved closer to him, her lips trembling, and slowly poured the juice into her mouth. He let her do it; sometimes he inserted his tongue into her mouth, a hand on a breast, sometimes pulling her nipple.

As the juice flowed from her mouth, Tarlon pulled her closer, his calloused hands running down her back. Tisha felt her heart race, but she **** herself to remain calm, to keep her disgust from showing. Tarlon murmured something in her ear, his voice raspy and menacing.

• You're mine, he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin.

Tisha shuddered, but said nothing, just nodded. She knew she had to play the part to the end, no matter what. Tarlon gently pushed her away, then stood up, his dominating gaze piercing her, and he spread her thighs.

Tarlon pulled her closer, his calloused hands running down her back, while Tisha felt her heart race.

• Admit that you're a lustful female dog in heat, beg me.

Tisha, despite the rising revulsion, **** herself to whisper the words he demanded, her voice barely audible.

• I'm a lustful female dog in heat, take me, master, she whispered, each syllable burning her lips.

Tarlon chuckled, his laughter rich and satisfied, and pulled her closer, his embrace merciless. He **** her to look into his eyes, his breath hot against her skin, as his hand moved down to caress her with an insistence that made her shudder. Tisha felt her heart pound, but she pushed it back, focusing on the purpose that had brought her here.