My Betrayer

I can play the role
quite convincingly.
Protesting against your will,
blushing and squirming
at your words
and actions.
I can pretend that I am innocent
that what you offer
is evil temptation
But my cunt
is my betrayer.
Your degrading words
make me clench,
your humiliating actions
make me wet
and not just from the spit
that runs down my cheek.
Your pinches and pokes,
your foot on my face,
your punches and slaps,
make me come.
I am betrayed,
I love it.