Drunk and disorderly

We're kissing and he's telling me what a good girl I am. Daddy's slut, Sir's anal whore.
He whispers in my ear "I'm going to hurt you... pick where, you're cunt, arse or tits. I'm going to hurt you more than I ever have before".
My brain hurtles through possible scenarios and gestures. I cant decide. "I... I don't know... I... my cunt please Sir".
He sit's back between my legs and raises his hand "Spread your legs".
I start to beg, no no's and pleases. I force myself to spread my legs, I watch him curl his fingers into a fist and then he brings his hand down and he punches me in that tender flesh.
I gasp and draw my knees in and blurt out a whimper.
He smiles down at me "Aren't you going to cry?"
I gulp in indignation
"Get on your knees, slut".
I roll over and he starts thrusting himself into me and he's out of his head. I can feel that he's not really here.
We're drunk, but the searing bone cracking ache in my groin thuds through like a heart beat.
Im bucking against him and snivelling.
"Make yourself come". He probes his fingers into my arse and begins to stretch me open nice and wide.
"Daddy's girl likes that so much. So well trained. So eager to please. So ready with your nice pink hole".
I continue to buck and rub and chase.
When I orgasm its sickening and denied. My body convulses but the pleasure is lost from the moment.
I am so stretched and open I can barely feel myself contract.
It's a served out plate of shit and servitude.
It is completely what I deserve.
He purrs at the noises I make, voice trembling moans of agony.

We curl up, kiss and then start to do it all again.