Will you not thank me? - r18

Julian's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing harsher, and she could feel the tension building in his body. The headmistress braced herself, knowing what was coming.

With a final, deep groan, he released his grip on her hair, and she felt his cock swell even further in her mouth. Hot, sticky cum shot down her throat filling her mouth and nose. She choked, her eyes watering even more, but she managed to swallow, her cheeks bulging as she tried to keep up with the flow.

Julian's eyes never left hers, his expression a mix of triumph and disgust as he watched her struggle to contain his seed.

"How was it, you whore?" Julian asked.

The headmistress coughed, the taste of his semen still coating her mouth. She didn't answer as she was too lost in the humiliation to form words.

Julian leaned down, his hand still wrapped around his cock. He wiped the excess cum on his cock onto her cheeks.

"Was it good?" He taunted with a cruel smile. The headmistress shuddered, feeling the weight of his question. It had been terrifying, degrading, and she felt utterly owned. 

Julian waited, his cock still hard against her cheek expecting a response. The headmistress took a deep, shaky breath and swallowed. 

"Good," she murmured, the word barely audible. Her eyes never left his. It was the only response she could give without betraying the tumult of emotions within her.

Julian's smile grew wider, the satisfaction in his eyes unmistakable. He knew he had broken her, turned her into the whore he had so crudely accused her of being.

Julian stepped back, his cock still standing tall despite his recent release. He gestured to the table behind her. "Lean against it," he ordered.

The headmistress did as she was told, her trembling legs barely holding her upright. She braced her hands against the cool wood. Her back arched as she presented herself to him.

Julian's gaze passed over her body, his eyes lingering on her ass and the wetness between her legs. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to caress the curve of her ass.

"What a nice ass you've got," he said. His fingers squeezed her flesh, his grip tight.

"It's going to look so good when I fuck it."

The headmistress couldn't help the little whimper that escaped her, a mix of fear and arousal. Julian's touch was both terrifying and electrifying.

Without warning, he slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room. The headmistress yelled in pain, her eyes welling up with tears.

Julian leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Will you not thank me?" he whispered.

The headmistress took a shaky breath, the sting of his slap still resonating through her body. She knew that she had to play the role he demanded of her. She had to submit, to show her appreciation for his use of her body, no matter how degrading it felt.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears.

Julian chuckled, his hand coming down again in a sharp smack that left a red handprint on her ass.

"Good girl," he said, his tone mocking.

He spanked her again, harder this time, and she let out a cry that was part pain and part pleasure. Julian's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched her body react to his touch.

"Ahh," she gasped, her voice like a music to is ears.

Julian's cock was still slick with her saliva, and without warning, he lined it up with her asshole. The headmistress's eyes widened in shock as she felt the head of his cock press against the her tight asshole.

She had never taken a man there before, and the thought of it was terrifying. But she knew she had no choice.

Julian's hand was still tangled in her hair as he kept her head bent and her body exposed. She felt the tip of his cock push past her resistance. The pressure was intense and overwhelming.

"You're so tight," Julian murmured, his voice filled with a dark excitement.

The headmistress gritted her teeth, trying not to scream as he slowly made his way in, her body stretching to accommodate his girth.

She could feel the head of his cock push inside, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Julian chuckled, enjoying her discomfort.

"You're going to take all of me," he whispered. His breath hot against her ear.

The headmistress's eyes squeezed shut as he pushed further. Julian was relentless, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he pushed his cock into her ass.

She could feel every inch of him, the stretch and burn as her body fought against his penetration. It was a violation she had never expected, but she knew that if she didn't give him what he wanted it would only be the start of a much more painful punishment.

With a final brutal thrust, Julian pushed his cock fully in her making her cry out. He didn't stop there, though. He began to move, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the table shake.

She felt the wood bite into her palms as she tried to hold on, her legs trembling beneath her. Her mind was a whirlwind of pain and pleasure, the two emotions so intertwined that she could no longer tell them apart. The burn in her ass grew with every stroke. Julian's cock was a relentless invader as it continued stretch her ass hole with every stroke.

Julian's hand came down on her ass again. The headmistress's body jolted with the spank, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

Each spank sent a fresh arousal of heat through her, making her clench around his cock. Julian noticed her reaction and smirked, his hand falling into a steady, punishing rhythm.

The headmistress felt the heat spread from her ass to her pussy, the slickness of her arousal betraying her.

"You are such a whore," Julian said, his voice a low and seductive murmur. He leaned over her, his cock still buried in her ass, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. "Tell me, do you not agree?"

His grip on her hair tightened, and she could feel his anticipation. She felt his cock twitch inside her a proof of his desire for her submission. He wanted her admit that she was his whore and a dark thrill coursed through her on such realization.

"Yes," she finally choked out, the word a whisper that seemed to stick in her throat. "I am your whore, Julian."

Julian's hand paused mid air, his eyes narrowing at her use of his name. He leaned in closer, his voice a low growl.

"You dare call my name?" His hand connected with her ass again. The slap made her gasp. 

The headmistress felt a spark of anger flare within her, but she knew better than to fight him. Instead, she bit her lip and nodded as the tears streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again." Julian's grip on her hair tightened, and she felt his cock swell inside her.

"Call me master," he demanded, his hips thrusting into her with renewed vigor. "Say it."

The headmistress felt the words stick in her throat with a blend of anger and humiliation wailing within her. But the the need to survive his relentless onslaught and her own desire, forced the word out.

"Master," she gasped, the sound barely audible amidst her moans and whimpers.

Julian's grip on her hair tightened, and his strokes grew deeper, his cock plunging into her ass.