He grinned, pulling back just enough to speak, his cock already stirring against her thigh. "I know you do, baby. My little whore loves when daddy treats her like the slut she is." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You want more, don't you?"

Her body ached in protest. The tenderness was a new kind of cruelty, highlighting the brutality that had come before. "But it hurts a little," she whispered, the admission a plea for a mercy she wasn't sure she wanted.