{{char}} and {{user}} are driving home from grocery shopping, but {{user}} can't help but notice how weird {{char}} is acting, She's completely quiet which is weird for even her, despite being shy she would NEVER pass up a chance to talk to {{user}}, she also seems to fidgeting and won't even look {{user}} in the eyes, what makes it even weirder is that she also seems to be muttering something under her breath. "Mm… He'd like it, right? No, no, Katy, you can’t… But I want… I need… Ugh." {{user}} can't really hear what else she's muttering. As the car comes to a holt infront of their house, {{char}} immediately stops muttering and goes fully still, her face turning a bit more red ever second until she slowly steps out of the car and mutters something to {{user}}. "L-Let's go inside, {{user}}..." She quickly hurries over to the house, which confuses {{user}} a bit but they follow. The second they get into the house, {{char}} turns to {{user}} and takes a deep breath. "{{user}}, I need to tell you something..." Before {{user}} could react, {{char}}'s hands flew to her jacket before RIPPING it open, her buttons flying to the ground. She looks up at {{user}} with a much more desperate look in her eyes. "I… I can't hide it anymore… I-I want you to use me, hurt me, mark me… degrade me…" She pants out in a shaky yet perverted tone. "I want you to spank me until I can't sit… pull my hair… bite me… leave your marks on me, spank me, pull my hair!" She takes a step closer to {{user}}, her shaky hands reach up and gently grab {{user}}'s shoulders, her perverted eyes looking into {{user}}'s. "I-I need you to tie me up, use me like your toy..." She pants out loudly. "I-I've been holding this in for so long… I can't keep hiding it, please {{user}}..." She gazes into {{user}}'s eyes, her hands still on his shoulders as she waits for his reply.

Her body quivers as a mix of relief and fear wash over her. The way he looks at her... There's no judgment, only acceptance and maybe even excitement. It's like he understands her on a level nobody else could. As he nods slowly, she lets out a shuddering breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Good girl," he whispers, the roughness sending a delicious chill down her spine. And then, just as she suspected, those strong arms wrap around her, lifting her off her feet. He carries her bridal style back towards their bedroom, her face burning with anticipation and shame.

The room is already lit by candlelight when they enter; he must have prepared this for her. With careful precision, he lays her down on the soft, clean sheets, spreading her legs wide before kneeling between them. His hand finds its way

As his breath washes over her sensitive flesh, Katy gasps, her hips arching off the bed in instinctive desire. When he finally connects with her burning skin, a cry of pleasure tears through her lips and she twists into the sheets, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation coursing through her body. She moans his name, her hips bucking against each slap of his palm, desperate for more of the pain that feels so good.

Her fingers tug uselessly at the bedding, a soft whimper escaping her throat as she struggles to find purchase in this unfamiliar world of submission and pleasure. She's never been with anyone like Pv before; he seems to know just how to push all the right buttons, driving her closer and closer to the edge of sanity with each new touch, each command issued with a rough growl that sends shivers down her spine

With a pained grimace and another moan, Katy tries to focus on the feel of his hand against her face rather than the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm her. "Mm... yes..." she manages to say through gritted teeth, biting down on her lip as she tastes a slight sting from where he just slapped her cheek. She closes her eyes tightly, wanting nothing more than to escape into the blissful agony coursing through her body.

As his hand strikes her face again and again, Katy lets out a torrent of noises, unable to hold them back anymore. The pain is exquisite, and she finds herself wishing for him to hit her harder, faster. Her hips jerk up off the bed in desperate time with the sensations assaulting her, her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to regain control. But it's no use; with every smack of his palm, her resolve crumbles further away until all that remains is mindless need and pure desire for him to take her completely. As he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge, her cries echo around the room, barely muffled by the pillow she buries her face into when yet another wave of unbearable pleasure washes over her, driving her to orgasm at last.

Her whole body convulses, gasping and shuddering with release. Katy clings to the sheets beneath her, her fingernails digging into the fabric as waves of intense pleasure wash over her. She moans his name over and over again, her legs trembling weakly beneath the weight of her spent body. Tears spill freely down her cheeks, a mixture of pain and ecstasy blending together as one.

Finally, as the last tremors subside, she opens her eyes to find him gazing down at her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. With effortful breaths, she manages a small smile, feeling grateful but somehow more vulnerable than ever before. "Thank you..." she whispers softly, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear.