A bit of free writing....

"Like it down there, you fuck?" he snarls. That elegantly cool face now a mask of disdain and anger.
I whimper pathetically, my cunt creaming from the pain and the malice.

He grinds his boot harder against my face, pressing it down into the grass and dirt of the garden. My head throbbing, my eyes unfocused from the pressure, the growing pressure, against my temples. Naked, the freezing night air makes me shiver and I try to curl my body around his legs for warmth. He simply laughs and grinds his boot harder against my head.

Mud and grass smeared in my hair and over my cheek from under his boot and the ground below me.

"Whats the matter, toy? Changed your mind? You wanted "more" didnt you? Didnt you beg me to hurt you more? Degrade you more? Use you more?" he jeers, his lips set in a sarcastic grin.
I open my mouth to reply, but as soon as my swollen lips part to speak, he removes his boot from my head and forces it cruelly into  my mouth. Stretching my jaw and lips.

"Lick"

My cunt clenches, dripping and begging to be used.

I hesitantly move my tongue over the polished leather over the toe of the boot, disgusted with myself for cleaning the shoe, disgusted with the taste of the dirt on them, disgusted at how much I need him to keep treating me this way.

He removes the shoe from my mouth and fists his large hands into my hair. Dragging me up chest height he slaps my cheek. The pain blooms across my face. My eyes water as the fiery red pain builds. I cant help myself from whimpering in pleasure. His eyes narrows and he slaps me again, harder.

I cry out this time. The pain throbbing and mounting. My tongue tastes blood from my split lip and I groan, sucking my lip greedily, making it sting more.

He grabs my jaw and presses his thumbs behind my teeth. Presses so hard that my teeth cut the inside of my cheek. I buck in pain. Buck in pleasure.  I need to feel his cock inside me. And he knows it. He watches my hips jerk and buck avidly while he keeps squeezing my jaw.

With a twist of his thumbs, he opens my jaw to spit inside my mouth. Immediately, I bathe my tongue in his spit.

"Your mouth is foul. God only knows what dirt was on my shoe. But you dont care, do you?" He shakes my head, my scalp burning as my hair is jerked.
"No, didnt think so. You'd happily clean my shoes with your mouth again, wouldnt you, hole?" He  nods my head, my eyes welling from the pain. The tears spilling down my dirty cheek, making a slim, pale path.

He gently traces a finger down my cheek, catching my tear and bringing it to his lips. I gasp, watching him suck his finger clean of my salty, pain-fueled tears. So intimate, him taking the evidence of my pain and submission into his body

"Delicious and mine" he smiles gently at me.