Tom was facing his bed as he leisurely undressed, setting aside his tie, folding his button-down and laying it beside the scrap of silk. He chuckled as he heard the shy padding of his pet's feet crossing the threshold into his room. He revolved to face her, one hand settled on his belt. Her hands were hiding her breasts bashfully and her pale skin was stained red to her chest. "Drop your hands, pet." She lowered them slowly and they danced nervously against her skin. "Lovely," he said. "Remove your skirt." He crossed his arms over his chest as she did just that with shaky fingers. Loosened morals did not reduce social anxiety, apparently. Or not completely. The skirt fell to her feet and she stepped out of it, her heels delicately clicking against the floor.

Tom groaned at the sight. She stared at him with those wide eyes, red lips parted, hair already disheveled where it fell against her shoulders. The smooth expanse of her torso was bare, breasts round and pert and topped with deliciously pink nipples, garter belt holding up her thigh highs, dark against her milky skin, legs shaped to advantage by the heels she still wore. She was a vision of pending debauchery. He gestured her forward until she was within reach and tugged her to him, hands molding her small, quaking form to his as he kissed her.

Her mouth opened obediently and, when his tongue sought hers out, she began to move her lips against his and stroked his tongue shyly with hers. Tom led her to the bed, spilling her atop it before pulling away. Her lipstick was lewdly smeared over her mouth and she blinked heavily. "Finish undressing," he commanded in a voice gravelly with lust. She obeyed a touch more quickly than before, her eyes locked on him as he drew his undershirt over his head and tossed it aside, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers. He'd slipped off his shoes and socks upon entering, trousers falling easily now. As he shucked his final layer, she looked away, hesitating to remove her pale pink knickers. "Didn't I give you an order?"

His little doll's gaze snapped to him before she could help herself and she stared agape at his nude form.

"Pet," he said. He towered over her, one hand flying under her jaw to hold her face toward him. "I gave you an order." She chewed on her lip and nodded, hands going to the top of the small piece of fabric but didn't move. "Do you need assistance? You need to ask."

It was enchanting how she gasped at the hand on her throat, pupils dilating as she stared up at him. At his expectant expression, she breathily replied, "Please. Please, Tom." At the sharp shake of his head, her eyes widened to the point of panic.

"I—"

"Who am I, pet?" He could feel so much through her throat. Her pulse was rapid against his fingers, and the muscles moved as she swallowed. He could even feel the vibrations of the little whimper she let out.

"Please, my lord," she breathed at last.

He nearly growled and he pushed her further onto the bed and tore the cotton from her body. She gasped and he shoved against her shoulders until she laid flat on her back, head turned so she could hungrily watch as he pried her thighs apart. His eyes trailed up and down her body and leaned forward to smell her arousal before finally running his tongue up her slit. She jumped at the sensation and he viciously slapped down where he'd licked. The choked sound she made then was among the sweetest sounds he'd ever heard. "You've been a good girl for me, haven't you, pet?" he said, fingers teasing at her lips. She nodded hurriedly. "You haven't let anyone touch you like this." The back and forth of her head amused him, how eagerly she let him know. He blew gently against her, then shoved two fingers inside.

She was tight, and he could feel the restriction from her still intact hymen there. Her back bowed off the bed, but she made no move to retreat even when she'd settled back again. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of her; his idea of foreplay was making a woman sob, but he was too large not to stretch them a little first. "So tight, my good little pet. Untouched, eager for me." His fingers pumped in and out, curling just a touch inside her. She was soon panting, hands gripping his hair when he lapped at her again. Once he was sure he could fit without hurting himself, he pulled out his fingers and propped himself above her.

"Open," he directed. She parted her lips and Tom sank his fingers inside, running them along her tongue. He then kissed her, tasting both her mouth and her core, fingers and tongue overwhelming her mouth. He leaned back and stared at her face and the desire clouding it before he climbed forward, rearranging them both until she was on the pillow and he was straddling her chest. His fingers tangled in her soft, pale hair and he rotated his hips, so his wide dick brushed her red-smeared lips, trailing the saliva he'd wiped across her face.

"Open," he repeated, and thrust himself into her mouth as she submitted herself to him. She struggled to keep up with his brutal pace, his cock stretching her mouth obscenely, the head pushing against the back of her throat until he could slip past her soft palette. "Fuck," he sighed. "That's my good girl. Good little doll, letting me control her, surrendering to me." His hips snapped again and he held her still against him, as deep down her throat as he could force herself. Tom could feel her trying to gag around him and it felt like bliss. Tears were streaming from her scrunched closed eyes and he slapped her cheek just enough to jar her from herself.

"Look at me, sweetheart. There." He groaned as her tear-brightened eyes stared up at him. "So fucking good." He snapped his hips as she tried to sob around him, lost in the heat of her mouth. "I'm going to fuck you, you know that, don't you?" He laughed as she tried to nod with his dick in her mouth. Her mascara had traced her tears across her cheeks and he slapped her again, rubbing his hand across her face to further ruin her makeup. "You want me to fuck you?" he crooned and she groaned, her tongue running against the underside of him.

He withdrew himself from her mouth and slapped her so hard he was sure she saw stars, then again. Then Tom laid over her, a hand still gripping her soft locks as the other shoved three fingers into her this time. "Mine." He removed his fingers and thrust into her as he forced his tongue into her mouth. "Mine," he growled again, biting her lip. Merlin, she was so fucking tight and he had to push hard to open her completely to him. Even had she not been a virgin, he was sure her blood would be on his thighs after. The thought caused him to push more deeply into her, hitting the end of her. He still wasn't completely inside of her, but it was the most delectable heat.

"Fuck. Take it, cunt," he said, teeth biting along her jaw, down her throat, her shoulder, to her breasts. He sucked her nipple and areola into his mouth until she arced against him and she tightened around him, flooding with arousal. She was enjoying this and he slapped her again, her inner walls tightening more. "Tell me you like it, sweetheart. Tell me." He snapped his hips sharply back and forth, making room inside of her until he could fit.

She was whimpering against him, her legs wrapped around his hips. He demanded again that she speak and she laced her fingers around his neck as she begged. "Please, Tom, please. Please, please, my lord. Please, more."

Tom groaned and backhanded her again. He could see a bruise forming on her cheek and he bared his teeth down as he stilled. "Beg me to fuck you. Say it. Say, 'Please fuck me, my lord.'"

"Please," she cried, writhing against him. "Please, please fuck me, my lord. Oh, please, my lord. Please fuck me."

"Fuuuuuck." He began pounding into her again, adjusting them so her legs were over his shoulders. "Do you like this? Do you like me hurting you?" He backhanded her again and her lip finally split, so Tom leaned forward and lapped at the blood that rose to the surface as her pussy clenched around him. She was moaning and nodding and moving against him desperately. When he gripped her throat and tightened his hand around her, the other hitting her wherever he could reach, she began thrashing and bucking, the walls of her sweet, perfect cunt fluttering against him as she came. He could feel their sweat and her arousal forming a puddle on the bed.

Tom bent forward, her legs nearly touching her forehead, and hissed all the dirty things he'd like to do to her, telling her how he wanted her to sob for him, to break down into nothing for him, just a broken piece of meat. She understood none of it, but she knew. She knew what he was, and she was letting him do this anyway. He kept gripping her body, releasing her throat just enough so she wouldn't pass out, nails digging into her. His right hand curled into a fist and he punched her ribs as she gripped his cock with her insides. She had gone from one orgasm to another even as her voice broke and she began to sob beneath him.

"Yesss." He nipped her ear as he spilled himself inside her, her nails raking down his back. She was practically milking him. As he finished, he pulled himself out to let his still hard cock rest against her. Once the last pulse had passed, some of his cum sticking to her belly, he drew himself up to her mouth again. "Clean me up, sweetheart." He could see the pink tinge of her blood mixed with both their fluids. Whether she could see it or not, she lapped at him before taking him in as fully as she could. He threw his head back, stroking her hair, then disengaged from her body and slid down beside her.

Tom laid a soft kiss on her temple and tugged her burning body into his own. "My sweet little cunt," he chuckled against her cheek. "My little masochist. I'm going to fuck you until you hate yourself as much as you hate me."

She was already asleep in his arms.