When I get home, I'm going to slam you up against the door and fuck you until you've cum, until your knees are weak and you're shaking and shuddering beneath my hands and my lips and especially around where my cock is buried deep in your quim.

And I will fight you every single step of the way.

You will be severely punished for every bit of resistance you show me, little girl, and while your bottom is still throbbing painfully, while you are still keening and crying and begging me not to, I will make you scream till your voice gives while I force you tocum, whether you want to or not.

Because I can.

. . . You're welcome to try, mister.

We both know that I'll do more than just try, little one.

I'll succeed.

And I'll know that I've broken you when I hear you whimpering my name uncontrollably . . .