Chapter 107 Five Guys and Me IV

Chapter 107 Five Guys and Me IV
Chapter 4: Byron's Filthy Command
The night after Matthew's tender worship, Melanie found herself unable to stop replaying the gentle doctor's touch. Her body still tingled with the memory of sweet orgasms and warm affection.
Unlike Matthew's gentle knock last night, a loud, hurried, and confident knock shattered the silence this time.
The fourth candidate, Byron, sauntered in like he owned the entire building. He was the definition of a bad boy, tall and lean-muscled with messy black hair, sharp cheekbones, and sleeves of tattoos covering both arms. 
His dark eyes held a wicked gleam, and his smirk promised nothing but trouble. 
"Well, well... look at this rich little virgin slut still locked up like a desperate bitch in heat," Byron said with a low, mocking laugh. "Three cocks have already played with you and you're still not begging for dick yet? Pathetic."
Melanie's cheeks burned with humiliation, but a fresh gush of wetness flooded the inside of the chastity belt. 
She should feel insulted and hurt... but she was aroused instead. 
Byron stalked toward the bed, grabbed her chin roughly, and forced her to look up at him. "Take that fucking robe off. Now."
She obeyed quickly, letting the silk fall away. Byron's eyes raked over her naked body with pure hunger.
"Fuck, what a slutty body. I bet you've been dreaming about real men using them." He shoved her onto her back and climbed on top, straddling her chest. He pulled his thick, veiny cock out and slapped it heavily across her breasts. "Look at this body already shaking and I haven't even touched that pathetic locked pussy yet."
He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her cry out. While doing so, he ground his heavy cock against her stomach, leaving a trail of precum on her skin.
"You like that, don't you? Being treated like the horny little whore you are." His hand moved down and smacked the front of the chastity belt sharply. The sudden impact sent vibrations straight to her clit, making Melanie moan loudly.
"Ahh! Fuck!"
Byron laughed darkly. "Already moaning like a cheap slut. Spread those legs wide, bitch. Let me see how wet that useless cunt is."
Melanie obeyed, spreading her thighs shamefully wide. Byron positioned himself between them and spat directly onto the chastity belt, right over her clit. He used two fingers to rub his spit into the metal, pressing the plate hard against her swollen nub.
"Look at you leaking like a broken faucet. Such a disgusting, needy whore. Three men fucked around with this pussy and you still can't get enough, huh?"
He attacked her with filthy intensity. He slapped the belt repeatedly, not too hard, but firm enough to send shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her core. Between slaps, he rubbed her furiously through the grill, his dirty words never stopping.
"You're such a pathetic rich girl. Paying men to play with your virgin cunt because no one wants to fuck a stuck-up bitch like you. Say it. Tell me what you are."
Melanie's voice trembled with arousal, cheeks burning in humiliation. "I'm... I'm a pathetic rich girl..."
"Louder, slut!" He pressed his thick cock against the belt and started grinding hard, the heavy shaft rubbing the metal directly over her clit while his fingers worked the sides.
"I'm a pathetic rich slut!" she cried out, hips bucking desperately.
Byron grinned viciously. "That's right. A desperate virgin cumrag who loves being degraded." 
Melanie was losing control fast. The combination of his vulgar insults and expert stimulation had her writhing like a whore in heat.
"Fuck... Byron... please..."
"Please what, you stupid slut? Use your words." He slapped her inner thigh hard, then went back to grinding his cock against the belt with brutal rhythm.
"Please let me cum... I'm so close..."
Byron suddenly stopped all movement, leaving her right on the agonizing edge. "You think you deserve to cum, bitch? Locked-up virgins don't get to decide when they cum. Beg properly."
Tears of frustration and overwhelming lust filled Melanie's eyes. "Please, Byron... I'm your dirty little slut... please let this pathetic cunt cum... I'll do anything..."
He rewarded her by flipping her onto all fours and pressing her face into the mattress. From behind, he rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks, sliding it along the back of the belt while reaching underneath to attack her clit again. 
His dirty talk became even filthier.
"Imagine if I unlocked this worthless belt and fucked you like the cheap whore you are. I'd ruin this tight virgin pussy and leave you gaping. You'd thank me for it, wouldn't you, slut?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!" Melanie screamed, pushing back against him.
Byron kept her on edge for what felt like forever, bringing her right to the brink with his hand, his cock, and even his tongue licking every exposed inch around the belt, only to pull away and call her names.
"Look at this quivering mess. Such a little fucktoy. Crying and dripping because she loves being insulted."
Finally, he showed mercy. He furiously rubbed her through the slits and degraded her nonstop.
"Cum, you filthy little slut. Cum like the desperate virgin whore you are!"
The orgasm exploded through Melanie with brutal force. 
She screamed into the sheets, her entire body convulsing violently as she squirted hard inside the belt. Juices sprayed out the sides, soaking Byron's hand and the bed. 
But he didn't stop. 
He forced her through orgasm after orgasm, calling her every dirty name he could think of until she was a shaking, sobbing, quivering mess, completely broken and dripping.
When he finally pulled back, Melanie collapsed onto the bed, twitching uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Her mind was spinning. 
She had never felt so degraded and she had never come so hard in her life. Realization suddenly hit her that she loved it. She loved being called a slut, loved the humiliation, loved how Byron turned her into a filthy, needy whore with his words and hands.
Byron smirked down at her ruined form and lightly slapped her ass. "Look at you. A complete fucking mess. I knew you were a closet degradation slut. When you finally pick someone to pop that cherry, you'll be thinking about how good it felt to be treated like garbage."
Melanie lay there, body spent and mind conflicted more than ever. Each man had unlocked something new inside her.
With only one man left to meet, she wondered how she would ever choose. But right now, as she quivered in Byron's arms, she couldn't deny how much she had loved being used and degraded like a cheap slut.