"Princess, listen to me," Scott ground out through his teeth, her sucking and nibbling on his flesh driving him insane with need for her.

Tiara was deaf and blind to everything but the pleasure humming through her. She moved lower, her pussy now clenched around his bare thigh. Her tongue darted out to lave one of his flat, male nipples and to her astute fascination, he growled deep in his throat.

Her fingers were more lethal when bound, Scott thought to himself as he felt her fingers clawing his waist. Her wet cunt was nestled against his thigh and he could feel her getting wetter by the second. To increase her pleasure, he tantalizingly rubbed the topped of his thigh against her, feeling her gasp against his skin.

Tiara arched her back, moving herself against him, sliding up and down the muscled flesh. She was only allowed to do that for a few times, though, for Scott dragged her back up to straddle his abdomen yet again. Her breasts jiggled before him, the rounded, heavy peaks tempting him to take a bite.

"Listen to me, princess," he repeated, pulling her head down by the roots of her hair so that her mouth was positioned right above his. "I want you to straddle me and fuck yourself on my cock. Do you understand?"

His words shocked her out of her haze of pleasure. Familiar humiliation bubbled inside her. She had let him use her again. How could her resistance have been so weak? Shame and self-hatred filled her being and she attempted to slip away from him, limp and pliant. Scott, however, had other ideas. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her up to him again, his eyes conveying his arduous anger.

"You will do as I say, princess. It is easy. Either you get up and seat yourself on me like a good girl or I take you by force. One will give you pleasure, the other will not. It does not matter to me which option you choose," he spat. He had expected her anger, her rebuttals but certainly not the defeated look that she had in her eyes. As he watched, those beautiful golden spheres filled with tears and one of them dripped off her thick red lashes and fell on the side of his cheek.

Ruthlessly discarding the emotion that welled up in him, he swiped the tear away.

"What's it going to be, princess?" he coached, his voice hoarse.

Tiara looked at him, pleading him with her eyes to stop his cruel words. Could he not understand her need to feel whole? Why must he always strip her of her pride and leave her bereft? Her spirit felt as though it had been broken, and the shards of it scraped painfully against her heart. A pain unlike any other overwhelmed her as she crawled on top of him, her bound hands digging into his skin. As efficiently as possible, she lowered herself on top of his shaft, tears flowing silently onto the smooth skin of her cheek.

Scott felt as if he was riding a block of ice. Her body was moving on top of him but her eyes were glazed with tears and her features were dull and lifeless. And at that moment, he felt more like an ogre than he had in all his time in the army. For he knew that he'd broken her, broken her