The way he worked her ass, it burned. There had been no lubricant, no spit, nothing to make the pounding of his cock in her ass feel good, but it did. The pain and burn brought a new, different kind of pleasure. As her head was pulled back, she bit her lip to keep from moaning again. Chessa hated that he called her a whore, but she hated it even more that he gave her reason to think she was.
"The whore that you've made me does enjoy this, Master. I like your cock in me in any way." As she spoke those words two tears, one from both eyes, escaped against her will. She couldn't wipe them away, she couldn't hide them. Hell, she couldn't move, let alone look away. The only thing Chessa could do was close her eyes and let herself enjoy what he was doing to her.