Emmy turns around and leans into him with her hands on his chest. “I can’t wait to be your toy…” She bites her lip up at him, then smiles. Jack smirks back confidently. Emmy departs for the bathroom as Jack watches her tight ass leave his view. He smiles to himself. She’s exactly the kind of young slut he can’t get enough of. He drinks some more wine, feeling his heart beat faster as he thinks about her. Jack loves young whores who love to please dominant older men like himself. He moves back to the window to close the curtains.
Emmy enters the large, nice bathroom. She notices the envelop on the counter-top next to the sink. Inside is her payment. She takes out the money and counts it. One thousand in full. She smirks up to the mirror, feeling so dirty and turned on. She takes no time in undressing down to her bra and panties. The high heel knee-high boots are left on, as per his request. She takes her makeup out to make any slight fixes. She wants to be flawless for him. After tweaking her hair and makeup to perfection, she takes a deep breath and remembers everything he requested. It’s going to get a bit rough but she wants it. It’s not going to be so bad after all, considering she’s attracted to him. The familiar slutty smirk appears on her face as she thinks about what she’s going to do. She exits the bathroom, excited for what’s to come.
Jack looks her up and down from across the room, his eyes transfixed on her petite, supple body with slight curves in all the right places, a flat stomach, perky round tits. a slight thigh gap. Emmy stands straight, her legs together, looking down with a guilty look on her face. Her high heel boots make her posture pop her tight butt out a little.
“Come here.” Jack says quietly. Emmy shakes her head, pouting and making a sad face up to him. “Come here.” He says louder, a serious expression on his face. Emmy stands still, playing the part. “Come here, bitch!” Jack growls angrily as he begins to stomp his feet toward her. Emmy cowers against the wall in fear. Jack lunges for her head, grabbing her. Emmy whimpers helplessly in his clutches. “Dirty whore.” Jack says as he grabs the back of her neck hard. “You better do what you’re told.” He says sternly as he grips the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him. He raises his hand, as if to slap her. Emmy yelps and cowers, her face flinching. Jack grins sadistically. “I’m not gonna hurt ya.” He lowers his hand. Emmy looks back up at him cautiously. “Shh…” Jack begins to stroke her hair gently with the hand he was going to slap her with. A more calm expression comes across Emmy’s pretty face. “Are you my pretty girl?” Jack asks in a soothing tone down to her. Emmy nods nervously, her big eyes giving a scared look up at him. He strokes her head for another moment as he looks into her eyes. A smile begins to form on his face. Emmy smiles back, playing the part well for him. Jack’s smile vanishes quickly and Emmy is soon thrust against the wall by her throat. His hand wraps around her thin neck, holding her in place but being careful not to choke her too much. It’s far from the first time she’s been choked, and at least she knows she won’t die this time. “Stupid fuckin’ whore.” Jack hisses aggressively in her face as he holds her throat. Emmy’s little hands try to pry his grip off. He applies more pressure, choking her for a brief moment. “Come here.” He says aggressively as he lets go.
He grabs a fistful of her thick hair and drags her across the room. Emmy whimpers but doesn’t scream. It was noted that she cannot scream. Last thing Jack wants is people thinking he’s abusing some poor girl in his room. “Sit down and shut up.” He demands as he pushes her down to a chair that’s in front of the bed. Emmy watches as he leaves to the other side of the room and comes back with some rope in his hand. “I’m gonna have some fun with you…” Jack smirks slightly as he leers down at her.
“Please no.” Emmy begs innocently, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.
“No?” Jack says indignantly. “I thought since you like being such a filthy fucking whore that one more cock wouldn’t hurt.” He leans down and grabs one of her wrists. Emmy resists and yanks her arm away. Jack gets in her face and raises his hand to her. “Do you want to get beat? Huh?” He intensely stares into her scared eyes. Emmy shakes her head nervously. Jack grabs her wrist once again and takes it to her backside as he moves to the back of the wooden chair. He grabs her other wrist and begins tying them together. He moves back to face Emmy and gets more rope. He starts to wrap the thin white rope around her body, bounding her to the back of the chair. He makes two loops, one under her breasts, and one over. It squeezes her breasts outward more, which he likes. Jack wastes no time in getting more rope and tying each of her ankles to each front leg of the chair. He smiles down at her, admiring his work. Emmy looks back up to him with fretful eyes. “You have anything to say before I shut you up for good?” He asks down to her as he holds a long cloth in his hand.
“Please don’t hurt me.” Emmy pleads softly, looking up at him in desperation.
Jack chuckles as he walks behind her. “I’m not going to hurt you… Yet.” He says as he grabs the cloth at both ends and puts it in Emmy’s mouth, then wrapping it around her head. He kisses her on the back of the head, just like he did before near the window.
He walks back in front and stares down at Emmy as she’s tied and gagged helplessly. He gets closer, loving the sight of her as he feels his cock twitch in his pants. He stares down at her as Emmy looks up, batting her long lashes up to him helplessly. His right hand cups her chin, tilting her head up to him. “Such a sexy teenage slut.” He says quietly. Jack leans down and gets inches away from her face. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you… I’m going to plug every fuckhole you have whether you want it or not.”
Emmy whimpers into the cloth gag. Jack grins. “Shh… You’re a worthless whore and this is what worthless whores do.” He says in a soothing tone as he gently strokes her head with his hand. Both of his hands slowly travel down her neck, caressing her shoulders, and down to her perky chest. His finger tips delicately caress her cleavage. Jack stares intently at her body as his hands wander. He takes a rougher, harsher feel of her tits, squeezing them a little. Emmy whimpers helplessly as she feels his touch. His hands slowly move over her slim torso, then down to her hips. “Such a hot young body made for fucking.” He says quietly as he watches his hands gently rub her thighs. “What I want to know is… Who got to have this tight body first?” He looks back up at her, grinning. His hands move closer to her pussy, softly caressing the inside of her smooth thigh. He continues to stare into her eyes. “Was it an uncle? Hmm?” He grins as his hands move away from her pussy and further down her slim thighs. Emmy whimpers. “There’s got to be a reason why you’re such a submissive slut seeking the approval and affection of dominant older men.” He leers into her eyes.