“A-ow! No… no!” I start to plead, trying to close my legs.
“Shush, you disgusting, little girl. This is your lesson. I know it hurts, because I intend for it to hurt. Whether I find out if you’re a virgin or not, there will be some pain for you. It’s the only way for you to properly grasp what it means to be a worthy ballerina. Being dicked down like the dirty, little, useless slut that you are.”
“W-what?” Does that mean he knows that I hate seeing how bad of a dancer I am when I try to do the things he commands? He gives me no space to move and a hard slap lands on the right side of my ass.
“There’s more where that came from you dumb little broad.” He’s so close. I can feel his lips against the back of my ear, “Shut the fuck up and stand still or I will give you a reason to cry.”
His words hit deep. My lip quivers, and I bite it harshly, wishing for just once that I could manage to not be the weak little girl that he says I am.
No… I don’t want this. He’s behaving as if he has a right to do this. How do I make him slide his bare cock away from my virgin holes?
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