[…It is? She doesn’t notice - at first. He moves his hand away from her mouth and - there it is. She wipes at her lips with the back of her hand, the one that isn’t on his dick.]
Mm. You already have an idea. [The softest snort of amusement.] I guess I could refresh your memory.
[There’s a lazy shrug of her shoulders, and she guesses she has to get on her knees or something. It’s been a while since she’s done this for someone. He seems perfectly content lounging there.
She ends up on the floor between his legs, both hands on his cock. It’s much too big. She has to stroke it with both. And she wonders how exactly he thinks she’s going to be able to use her mouth.]
[ The sweet mode sours instantly when he feels Wendy isn't fulfilling her role to the fullest. She gets a slap across the face, and his hand remains raised, ready to give her another backhanded strike if she fails him again. ]
I said to tell me what you think.
[ His dick has stayed at a manageable size for now, though certainly a challenge. But it's impossible to miss, with him in both of her hands, how smacking her made his dick pulse with the prominent veins flexing under her fingers. ]
[Okay, she was just trying to be cute and flirty and really didn’t deserve it this time.
His hand connects with her face and it hurts and she ends up whimpering, her own hands flying up to cover herself and prevent him from doing it again. He keeps his hand raised and she shrinks away, forcing herself not to cry although tears well in her eyes.
Of course he’s enjoying this. She could tell in that brief moment before she pulled her hands away from his dick - the way it pulsed beneath her fingers.]
I wasn’t - I didn’t - I’m sorry darling I didn’t mean to. Please forgive me.
[She wipes at her eyes and dares to lower her hands just a bit.]
[The way he regards her with that look, that overall feeling - it makes her feel so heavy, so ashamed, like it’s the most catastrophic thing she’s ever done. She doesn’t look at him directly, not after seeing him cross his arms, averting her eyes out of guilt.]
I’m sorry.
[And that’s all she says before she sets out to do what she’s been told to do, following his orders like a good girl should. Refusing to look up at him, her hands are back on his cock and she’s stroking him again, getting a feel for just how big he is before she dares press her lips to the head. Her methods are slow and calculated, like she’s really taking her time getting to know him intimately.]
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[…It is? She doesn’t notice - at first. He moves his hand away from her mouth and - there it is. She wipes at her lips with the back of her hand, the one that isn’t on his dick.]
Mm. You already have an idea. [The softest snort of amusement.] I guess I could refresh your memory.
[There’s a lazy shrug of her shoulders, and she guesses she has to get on her knees or something. It’s been a while since she’s done this for someone. He seems perfectly content lounging there.
She ends up on the floor between his legs, both hands on his cock. It’s much too big. She has to stroke it with both. And she wonders how exactly he thinks she’s going to be able to use her mouth.]
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I said to tell me what you think.
[ His dick has stayed at a manageable size for now, though certainly a challenge. But it's impossible to miss, with him in both of her hands, how smacking her made his dick pulse with the prominent veins flexing under her fingers. ]
Don't disrespect me like that again.
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His hand connects with her face and it hurts and she ends up whimpering, her own hands flying up to cover herself and prevent him from doing it again. He keeps his hand raised and she shrinks away, forcing herself not to cry although tears well in her eyes.
Of course he’s enjoying this. She could tell in that brief moment before she pulled her hands away from his dick - the way it pulsed beneath her fingers.]
I wasn’t - I didn’t - I’m sorry darling I didn’t mean to. Please forgive me.
[She wipes at her eyes and dares to lower her hands just a bit.]
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You were showing such promise. I thought you knew your place.
[ His posture has changed to arms crossed, irritated that she dare to fail him- but at least not violent again, not yet anyway. ]
You'll have to really impress me to be forgiven. And follow the order, which you still haven't done.
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I’m sorry.
[And that’s all she says before she sets out to do what she’s been told to do, following his orders like a good girl should. Refusing to look up at him, her hands are back on his cock and she’s stroking him again, getting a feel for just how big he is before she dares press her lips to the head. Her methods are slow and calculated, like she’s really taking her time getting to know him intimately.]