You decide not to risk responding

In fact you don't even move, paralyzed in fear of what could come next. Behind you, the prince (whoever he really is) starts painfully thrusting into you again, but after a few quick ones he suddenly grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it hard, forcing you to push back hard on his cock, which feels as deep and hard as it's ever been. The combined trauma to your scalp and bottom finally forces those disobedient tears out of your eyes. He refuses to release your hair while continuing to thrust into you causing you to unwillingly lose your composure even more. Within a few moments you are reduced to sobbing, gasping helplessness.

He stops thrusting only to laugh at you, then he pulls out. You feel your hole gaping after he pulls out, a strange emptiness that almost makes you crave his dominance, in a way.

He releases your hands from the scarves and then commands, "down flat on your stomach and spread your ass."