His Prejudice 5

"Beg me," he told her. "I need...I need..." "What?" he laughed. It was his laugh that broke her; his cold, hardhearted amusement. Her eyes filled with tears, streaming from the corners of her eyes in to her midnight hair. "You," she moaned. Leaning over he flicked one nipple with his tongue, laughing when she all but levitated off the bed. Sitting back on his heels he watched her tears flow thick and fast. "Please God, please, please..." Gagging her mouth with his hand he glared down in to her face. "You don't ever speak that holy word," he warned her. Finally he got what he wanted – a show of terror in her eyes, a bending to his will as she nodded. Lying across her, he gave in to her pleas, squashing her ample breasts together and tonguing her nipples with deliberate thoroughness. He licked and sucked and teased with his fingers until her hips were lifting off the bed, ploughing the air. She was desperate for relief and he was determined to deny her. He could've played like this all d