Show me you love me," she purrs, her heels clicking on the hardwood as she circles him, her whip cracking softly against her thigh. "Clean up your mess." He looks at the puddle of cum on the floor, then back at her, his face pale. "With your mouth," she clarifies, a cruel smile playing on her lips. He hesitates, then moves to the floor, his tongue extended, lapping at his own release, the tangy taste of it filling his mouth. She watches, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, her pussy throbbing with power. "Good boy," she praises, her voice a low purr, "Now, tell me you love me.