Sweat.
It tasted sweet. Her hair was matted and slicked back. Her eyes were red rimmed like she had been up all night. Droplets were running down her dark skinned back and pooling just above her ass. Her hips moved and rotated making the small pool of sweat shimmer like a pool. Her whole body glistened and he could see a wet spot forming underneath where she sat.
She was so tried and she moaned from the need. She sat there kneeling before him cum leaking from the corners of her mouth and her skin bright red from where he had smacked her.
Need.
A woman filled with need.
He was actually scared he might not control this one. Her brown eyes, her large tits and almost cartoonish hips were propelled by need.
Need for pain. Need for dick. For cum. Need to be used. Need.
Need of a man.
His dick twitched at the thought. Of being the one to give her everything she needed, to make her do the things she had no idea she needed to do. It began to throb and she groaned to see it. She grunted like some wild bitch in heat. Her hands flexed and twitched while she rubbed her hot cunt. She wanted it inside her. Needed to feel him take what he wanted.
Want and need. That’s all they were. She needing. Him wanting.
He stood up and felt the cool air on his hips and cock. He towered over her. His height making her strain her neck back to meet his gaze. It was hard for her. He could tell. She wanted to stare at his dick. Wanted to stroke it with her eyes. But he made her look at him. Made her stare at him. She would meet his gaze or she would be left wanting. She would submit first to his disapproving eyes and his smirk. She’d feel the shame. The power. There was no shouting. No name calling. No whips. No chains. All he needed was a look. She knew what she was.
He just showed it to her.
He loved it. Loved how she teared up from the shame. Loved how he didn’t have to move a muscle. His presence was enough. Enough to make her beg.
Oh she did beg…
She sat there knees out to the side. Hips flexing the air, and the balls of her feet the only thing touching the cold floor. She sat there and begged.
Not in words. Not with the superficial pornography of her voice, but with the grunts, and moans of an animal in heat.
An animal with a single purpose.
To fuck.
To cum.
To please.
All three wrapped up into one single need:
Dick.