And even if —especially if— you were the prettiest little sex toy to ever spread two legs, I’d still tell you “no,” just to watch the look on your face.
I’d probably end up fucking you anyway —because erection— but almost as an afterthought. The real pleasure would be in that moment when your expression tells me you’ve finally realized the repulsive, awful man looming over you thinks he’s too good for you.
And you know he’s right.