SMACK! SMACK!
"SLURP! SCHLOP! SLURP! MMMM—GULP!"
The more he insulted her, the more she thrived. The insults acted like an aphrodisiac, fueling her need to perform, to prove that she could take all of him, all of his cruelty, and all of his dominance.
She bobbed her head faster and faster, her neck muscles straining, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the beautiful, filthy madness of the moment.
GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK! GLCK!
Inside the chaotic storm of her mind, Amelia was no longer the High Priestess. The woman who recited the sacred litanies and guided the faithful had been completely obliterated, replaced by something raw, primitive, and utterly unashamed.
'Oh gods, he's right,' she thought, her consciousness swirling in a haze of heat and saliva. 'He's absolutely right...'
'I am nothing but a vessel for him...'
'I'm just a thing to be used, a toy for his amusement... and I love it...'
'I love it so much it's tearing me apart!'
