"Rebecca," he repeated. "I appreciate you telling me your name. Well, Rebecca, you may call me, 'sir'."
She tensed as he ran his hand through her soft blonde hair, but relaxed slightly as it was more of a caress. He circled around in front of her.
"Such nice blonde hair..." he commented. "Between you and me, I like blonde hair."
She was still on her knees and her eyes were now adjusting to the light, and they opened wide when she noticed that he had an erection building in the front of his pants, only inches from her face.
"Tell me, and do pardon me for being crude, but does the carpet match the drapes?"
"You dirty, dark...!"
Stepping back, he instantly strikes her on the face with his gloved hand, first one cheek, then the other. "No raised voices, Rebecca!" he scolds her. "I can give you pleasure and I can give you pain. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like pain?"
She glares up at him, her cheeks red, her blue eyes full of fear and hatred. He reaches down and adjusts his rapidly hardening cock, hardly able to resist getting her out of clothes right away and teaching her obedience.
"We shall see which you prefer, the pleasure or the pain," he sneers at his captive. "Either way, you had best cooperate, because we will be getting to know each other very well. For now, what is your pleasure?"
Rebecca hangs her head. "So thirsty..." she whispers to herself.
"A drink? What, water? Lemonade, perhaps?" he asks with a smirk.
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