Force her to do as she is commanded
From Lord Of Utterdom
You are the crown prince, and no woman shall balk at your commands. You grip her arm tight and spin her around, pressed to teach her a lesson.
She fights against you, flinging about, but you push her to the bed, face down. With your full weight, you pin her down. With one hand, you reach between you and yank up her dress. You tear at her under-dressings until her bare-ass meets your hand, and you bring the flat of your palm down hard on her buttocks. She yelps as you spank her, and growls as you do it again. She fights against you as you pin her down harder, deciding on showing her exactly who controls not only the keep, but all it's denizens.
You spit upon your finger tips then reach down and coat your cock's head. You press your hips forward, nestling the tip of your hard on between the round cheeks of her ass, nuzzling it against her tight back door.
"No! No! Please!" she begs, as you force your hard phallus into her ass. She begins to scream in pain, but you push her head down into the bedding. You push in further, deeper into her bowels, relishing in how tight the grip. You force yourself in until she has you completely, and her screams have given way to crying. You slide out just an inch, then slam yourself back in. She jolts, her whole body convulsing in pain. You repeat the movement, again and again, slamming into her tight backside until you feel yourself building to orgasm.
As an insult to the injury, you yank yourself free, grap her by the hair, and spin her over to her back. You climb atop her, take hold of her jaw, and force her mouth open. Tears stream down her dark cheeks, and her eyes are rimmed with pain and rage. You slide your cock into her mouth, wondering if she'll recognize the insult of forcing her to taste her own arse.
"Finish me," you say. "And if you bite, I will remove your fucking head from your shoulders."
Sheepishly, and with grunts of pain and disgust, she wraps her lips around your cock and suckles until you burst in her mouth. She pulls herself free and turns her head in horror as you spurt across her lips and chin.
Finished, you stand and look over your work. She lays splayd across the bed, crying, and a little trickle of blood has run from the cheeks of her ass and stained your bed.
"Get up and get out. Go and clean yourself, then come back and clean that stain from my bed." You command.
This time, she does as she is told, getting to her feet and gathering her things. She doesn't bother dressing as she runs from the room.
You quickly clean up, then dress yourself, feeling powerful and ready to meet the King.
