“Fuck you,” I mumble around him.

He chokes out a bitter laugh and thrusts his hips forward, making me gag. Any decency I was trying to hold on to goes out the window as spit drips down my chin. My eyes water, and I can feel the mascara running rivers down my face. But I don’t protest. Instead, I wrap my arms around him and stroke his muscular ass, encouraging more.

Despite his best efforts, a groan catches in his throat, and he thrusts into my mouth again, punishing me for it. And then we fall into a rhythm. Him using my face like a fuck toy, me humming my approval against him.

If I’m honest, I’m not even faking it. Because something is insanely hot about Judge like this. Dominating me. Taking what he wants from me. A terrifying part of me thinks I’d probably give him anything he wants. It’s something I can’t breathe life into. At least, not when we’re done playing this game. He reminds me of that a second later when he thrusts, gags me, and then pulls his wet dick free from my mouth.

“This display is a little pathetic,” he growls. “Don’t you think?”

“What?” I blink up at him, confused.

“You aren’t supposed to enjoy it.”

“What if I do?” I study him.

“Then maybe you really are a whore.” He pulls me by the hair until I fall forward, my hands catching against the stone. “But you’re still not half as good as my best.”

Those words cut me deep. Too deep. And it has the immediate effect of dousing me in cold and robbing any of the pleasure I felt from this twisted scenario. But it only gets worse when he shoves my face down onto the floor, rubbing it in the dirt.

“There’s nothing special about you.” He positions himself behind me, sliding his cock against me before he thrusts into me so hard that I jolt. “You’re just a body with three holes, exactly like you said. At least the other women actually try.”

His verbal tirade doesn’t end there, and I know now I was a fool to think I could ever win against a man like him. Judge proves it with every scathing insult he tosses my way.

“I took you because I was bored.” Thrust. “Because you were easy.” Thrust. “It means nothing to me.” Thrust. “It never will.”

Despite all my bravado, tears leak from my eyes and splash into the floor beneath me. I don’t want him to see, and I can’t feel anything anymore as he pounds into me, using me exactly the way I asked him to. Why couldn’t I see how dangerous this was? Why couldn’t I believe him when he warned me?

“Tell me how much you like it now,” he snarls.