He gripped her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look at the ceiling with those rolled back, white eyes, her mouth agape in a silent scream of sensation.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"And you're an Asian girl, too," he sneered, his words dripping with a delicious, degrading irony. "They always act so prim and proper, don't they?!"
"So quiet and modest... But look at you... you're the most lewd, shameless, loud-mouthed bitch of them all!"
"You're a fucking disgrace to your heritage, and God, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHH! LEWD?! MMMM... AHHHHH! YES! AAAAAHHHH!"
The insult seemed to act like fuel to her fire. The conflict in her mind, the shame of being called lewd, the embarrassment of her loudness, and the overwhelming pleasure of his words fused into a singular, explosive sensation.
She was a mess of contradictions, a "proper" woman being turned into a screaming, lewd animal by a man who knew exactly how to dismantle her.
