A Man's True Weapon

"...That is the face of a satisfied slutty slave."

Just as Rebecca regained a wisp of her senses, these words were like knives stabbing into her pride as they echoed in her mind. Her hands trembled as her body limply hung in mid air under the restraints.

Despite gathering all her willpower to not let him make her body succumb to him for the second time, she failed! 

Why…Why was it so hard to not make herself look pathetic before him? 

But the worst part was that she was starting to feel a void within her nether regions, causing an itch that was eating away at her sanity, especially whenever she felt his touch.

"Looks like you are the silent one now. What happened? Was it so good that you forgot to speak?" Asher asked as he traced a finger over her jawline and down towards her throat while caressing over her choker.