Velra still lay on the makeshift sheets, barely moving.
Cum leaked from her mouth, still dripping down her chin.
Her pussy twitched, soaked from the orgasm he forced out of her
Zain stood over her, smirking.
"Velra, how did it feel? Good, right?"
Velra didn't answer. She couldn't.
Her mouth barely moved.
Zain crouched beside her, brushing her cheek with two fingers.
"You can't even speak now. That's on me."
He leaned closer.
"And it looks like you can't run either."
At those words, Velra's body tensed.
Zain noticed instantly.
"You really thought I wouldn't figure it out?"
He chuckled.
"You, the heir to a noble family that trained and sold women like merchandise."
"You expect me to believe you don't know anything about how to use your body?"
He grabbed her chin.
Tilting her head so she met his gaze.
"Sure, maybe you were a virgin. But someone like you?"
"You knew how to suck, stroke, and tease."
"You trained girls, so you had to be good at it too."
