He remained limp and soft inside her mouth. She knew now that nothing she did, nothing he could make her do, would bring him the sexual release he wanted.
He seemed to reach the same conclusion. Angrily he pulled free. She jerked her head away, coughing spit.
"What are you doing to me, you little whore?" he muttered. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Not.... not doing anything."
"Liar" He sprang upright, his pants sagging around his knees. "You think you can make me weak. Think you can steal my power. You're wrong, bitch. Very goddamned wrong."
