We change positions, but for my pleasure, not hers.

“It hurts, Mr. Patterson.” Of course it hurt, it's supposed to hurt a girl's first time. Riya's tight little snatch had never had anything bigger than a finger in it and now it is being split open by my cock and I'm loving it. However, I decide to use this for my benefit.

“Let's try a different position.” I suggest as I pull out of her with a pop. Her eyes are still teary but she trusts me as I roll her over and position her on her knees with her forearms flat on the bed. “Do you think your father put his servants on their hands and knees like this Miss Kapadia?” Reminding Riya of her father's philandering ways is clearly adding to Riya's embarrassment, but I want more than just to shame her. I want my new toy humiliated and broken; I want to shatter her pride and make her completely mine.

“I don't know, Sir. Maybe.” Her answer is unsatisfactory, and I place the head of my cock against her swollen labia, noting as I do the smear of blood that streaks my shaft.

“I think you do know, Miss Kapadia.” I push in just a little splitting her open just enough to make sure I wouldn't pop free when I decided to ram into her again. “A powerful man like your father would want his servants bent over like this with her ass up so he could take them like a stud bull covering fertile cows. Especially the new ones, young and fresh from their villages.”

“No ...” Her whimper tells me I'm hitting her where it hurts, “my father isn't like that. He loves my mother; they've been happily married for years.” Riya's naiveté makes me smile.

“This isn't about 'love', Miss Kapadia.” I tell her and I grab her hips in preparation for what is to come, “This is about the master of the house imposing his will on his servants.” She shook her head and tried to explain I was wrong, but anything she might have said was lost as I rammed into her as hard as I could.

“Aiigggh!” Her squeal of pain is even louder than the first time I tore through her hymen and I have to admit I am turned on by her response. It was like deflowering her all over again.

“Yes!” I grunt, “this feels so fucking good!” This time I don't hold back. Again and again I slam into her, rocking Riya's slender body as she squirms and whimpers, I wanted to make this last longer, but it is just too good and with a final hard push I empty my balls into her newly opened womb. “You belong to me.” I pant in her ear as collapse onto her pinning her beneath me to the small bed. “I own you; you hear me? I own this tight little pussy of yours.”