“Whose slut are you?” The words shot right through her. From her head down to the dripping occurring between her legs. She tried to speak but all she could manage was a combination of a sigh and a moan. She looked into his eyes and the unexpectedly hard lust pouring out of them. The gentleness she usually felt from them was gone, replaced with an animalistic desire she wasn’t used to from him. Seeing it for the first time made her spread her legs wider.

Her juices were flowing freely. Clearly experiencing this new side of him had the desired effect on her body. She was prepared to do anything for him at that moment. Any wish, any desire, anything at all he requested she would do for him. There wouldn’t be any questions or objections. She wanted to please him, to show him that not only was she his woman, but she was also his willing slut. Nothing was more important to her than proving to him right there that she could be for him what he needed her to be.

His fingers moved across her thigh and came to rest on her wet lips. His actions were calm and controlled. He watched her face, the reactions coming across it. He was certainly enjoying what he was doing to her. Her body was trembling, her breath short and fast, in complete contrast to him. He looked into her eyes and growled again: “Whose slut are you?” Grabbing his waiting fingers she pushed them hard inside her oozing wetness and moaned: “Only yours.”

All he had asked was a simple question. It had turned her from a strong, independent person into a woman begging him to let her please him any way he desired. He liked this newly found lust he had discovered and the power it held. The effect it had on her was exactly what he had hoped for. It wouldn’t be the last time he would let it out…

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