Silco holding you down and fucking you within an inch of your life. He shoves your face into the floor and pulls your pants down just enough to expose your hole, which his spits on, before pulling his cock out and penetrating you in one rough motion.
He growls as he fucks you, driving into your body with sharp, harsh thrusts of his hips. You cry out as he hits your deepest most sensitive spot, drooling on the expensive rug as he holds your head down, one hand fisted in your hair, and the other holding a bruising grip on your hip as he pulls you back against him.
You can feel him growing frustrated, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher, more desperate. And you can hear his shoes shuffling against the floor as he tries to get better leverage to fuck you deeper.
You moan loudly as he hits your G-spot, causing you to flutter around his cock as you approach your climax.
You strain, trying to push back against his member, and he slaps your ass and forces you back down as he grunts and thrusts a few more times before emptying himself inside you with a low moan.
You feel the warmth coating your insides, and he huffs as he looks down at where you are connected, before harshly shoving you off his cock.
You fall to the floor, looking up at him as he throws money at you.
"Clean yourself up and get out. And next time, don't schedule another patron when you know I have an appointment with you."
You do as he says, ignoring the ache in your loins and the throbbing in your own sex from your denied orgasm.
You feel empty, used, and owned, and its wonderful.