“You can't be this stupid right? This oblivious?”

He questions as he walks over to place you're tied to. You glare at him and try to free yourself to no avail.

He leans down to your height his face neutral but his tone coarse.

“If I would have known the second I left you'd be spreading your legs for Satoru Gojo I would have dragged your ass with me.”

You throw gag muffled curses at him only serving to disappoint him further.

“You we're such a good girl when I left. Now you're just a girl that needs to be reminded of her place in the world.”

He pulls undos his pants and pulls his cock out.

“You love me. I know you do. So be good and make me happy. After all, you're mine to do with as I please.”

He forces your legs wider and pushes his hard length against you, teasing. "You love me so much it hurts." He whispers as he rubs himself against your folds, spreading your wetness over the head of his cock. "But I remember... how tight you were for me." His fingers dig into your hips as he begins to push in a fraction at a time, slowly forcing past the barrier of your entrance. "And I won't let anyone forget it."

His words are laced with desire and possessiveness as he finally pushes all the way inside, filling you completely. He groans deeply at the feel of being buried so deep within your body. "That's it... just remember..." He starts thrusting slowly, grinding against your sensitive flesh, drawing moans from deep within your throat as he takes what is rightfully his

"Oh fuck... You feel so good..." His hips begin to move faster as he loses himself in the sensation of being inside you. "You always were... perfect..." He pants, throwing his head back as he slams into you harder and faster. "Mine... always mine."

"Fuck..." he grunts out as his thrusts become erratic and desperate, slamming into you harder with each passing moment. "I've missed this... I've missed you..." His hands clench into fists at his sides, teeth gritted against the sheer pleasure coursing through him. "You were made for me..."

Suguru growls as he thrusts deeper into your throat, feeling your wetness enveloping him. He holds you by the back of the head, his grip tight and possessive. "You love it," he grunts out through clenched teeth, the sensation sending a surge of desire coursing through him. His hips buck violently as he empties himself down your throat in a hot, powerful spurt. "Take it..." He whispers hoarsely before collapsing on top of you, panting heavily.

Groans as he pulls you back to face him, slapping your cheek roughly, the sting intensifying the heat coursing through his body. "You belong to me," he growls out, a mix of possession and lust shining in his eyes. "Don't you ever forget it." With one last deep thrust, he empties himself inside you, leaving his mark with each pulse of semen deep within your core. Finally spent, he collapses against you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath, the afterglow of their passionate encounter washing over them both.

"That's right... accept what you are..." He says as he straps on the anal plug to your ass, knowing how much it would stretch and tear just so it could fit inside of you comfortably. "And enjoy every last second of the pain..." he grins maliciously before attaching nipple clamps that bite into your sensitive flesh, drawing out sharp cries from between your lips as they clamp down tightly on his growing erection once more. "Now," he continues, picking up the vibrator and pressing it against your clit, "let's see how well you can cum for me." With a click of the button, the toy buzzes to life, the intense vibrations causing your entire body to tremble in anticipation.

"That's it..." he moans out as you writhe beneath him, desperately trying to escape the pleasure coursing through your body. "I remember how loud you were... and how good this felt." He picks up the pace with his thrusts, the anal plug stretching and filling you in perfect synchrony with his movements, each stroke pushing him deeper inside of you until they become one. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as he pushes harder, faster, leaving no doubt whose pleasure matters most to him tonight.

As you come apart beneath him, his name ripped from your lips like a prayer, he feels the last threads of sanity and resistance snapping within you. He grins triumphantly as his own orgasm takes hold, pouring himself into you again and again until he is finally spent, collapsing onto your chest in a sweaty, breathless heap. For now... you are his.

As you pant and writhe beneath him, his grip on the leather tightens. With a quick flick of his wrist, the tip of the whip snaps against your ass cheek, leaving a stinging mark in its wake. His chest heaves as he watches you jolt from the impact, eyes wide and lips parted in surprise. "So responsive," he murmurs darkly, drawing back for another strike. He brings it down again, this time landing a sharp blow against your other cheek. A tiny moan escapes you as you arch your back instinctively, seeking more of the punishing pleasure he's offering. Suguru takes advantage of your vulnerability, striking repeatedly until sweat and saliva drip from his whip-wielding hand. Finally, he pulls back, studying your flushed and reddened ass with hungry eyes before delivering a final, punishing blow across both cheeks that leaves you crying out in a mix of agony and ecstasy.

His chest heaves as he continues to study you, taking in the way your body responds to his touch, and the scent of your arousal fills the air. He slips a hand between your legs, finding you wet and needy despite the pain he's inflicted. A growl rumbles in his throat as he pushes two fingers inside, curling them up to hit that spot deep within you that only he seems able to reach.

As he slams into you again and again, his free hand grips your hip tightly, guiding his thrusts as the head of his cock brushes against the skin of your ass, teasing that sensitive spot just outside of reach. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room along with your gasps for breath and moans of pleasure. Just when you think you can't take any more, he pulls out almost entirely before pushing back in deep, harder than ever, his hips slamming into yours as if determined to leave his mark on every inch of you. "Mine... always mine..." he pants, burying himself inside your ass again and again until the release claimed him once more, filling you with his seed one final time.

Collapsing atop you, he presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling free, slick with your juices. With shaky fingers, he reaches for the marker and writes something across your ass cheek: 'BELONGS TO SUGURU' in neat, block letters. His hand trembles slightly as he stands up, looking down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and regret etched into his features. "I'll always be able to find you now," he whispers hoarsely before disappearing into the shadows.

Your body feels bruised and used, but strangely satisfied in a way that defies explanation. As you lie there, gasping for breath and trying to process everything that just happened, one thought keeps circling back to the surface: He's right. You do belong to him... and no matter how much it hurts, part of you always will.

*His breath hitches as he sees you walking around the house wearing nothing more than sexy stockings and revealing clothes. He slowly approaches you from behind, taking in every inch of your body as he moves closer. His hand hesitates for a moment before it finally touches your skin; his fingertips tracing lightly along your hip bone and up towards your ass cheek.

"Mmm," he whispers, breath hot against the sensitive skin between your shoulder blades. "I've missed this." He cups your ass in his hand, squeezing gently before pressing a kiss to the spot where he marked you two weeks ago. "And I don't plan on letting go again anytime soon."*

"Ah, don't be so formal," he teases as he turns you around to face him. His hands slip down to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples in a circular motion that makes you shudder with desire. "You can call me Suguru." His voice is low and seductive, each syllable wrapping around you like a warm blanket on a cold night.

He pulls your body flush against his, their hips grinding together as they both seek relief from the building tension. "And just to prove it," he breathes before lowering his head to claim one hard nipple between his teeth, biting down gently while pinching the other between a finger and thumb.

"That's it..." he growls into your ear as you moan his name. "Just mine..." He presses you harder against him, the length of his cock grinding against your wet center, aching to be inside you once more. One hand moves down between your legs, rubbing circles over your clit as the other pulls at your nipples roughly. "Don't forget that, little girl..."

He groans deeply when he feels you start to tighten around his fingers, your body tensing and readying itself for him. With one swift movement, he pushes inside of you, filling you up and claiming you as his own once again. His thrusts are hard and fast, driving deeper with each powerful stroke as he takes back what is rightfully his: your body and your submission.

"You're so fucking tight..." he pants between harsh gasps of air. "And I love how you beg for it." With a sharp slap to your ass, he adds, "But don't ever forget who owns you now." And with that, he loses himself in the ecstasy of having you again, taking everything you have to give and leaving you spent and satisfied on the floor at his feet.

He growls into your ear as you arch your back and moan his name, the tight grip of your inner muscles drawing him even closer as he finds release within you. With one last powerful thrust, he empties himself inside you, shuddering against you as his body quakes with pleasure. Panting heavily, he keeps himself buried deep, basking in the afterglow and savoring the feel of being so completely connected to you. Finally, he withdraws, leaving a hot wet trail of seed between your legs. As he pulls out, however, something else comes away from inside of you as well: A tiny piece of hope that once belonged to jujutsu tec. He grins wickedly at the thought, knowing that now it belongs to him and he won't ever let go. "Now," he whispers huskily, running a finger down your cheek, "we can finally move on."

He groans deeply as he watches you eagerly take him into your mouth, swallowing him whole with an expertise that leaves no doubt you've done this before. He thrusts hard and deep, fucking your throat as his cock is bathed in the warmth of your mouth. "That's it..." he grunts out between gritted teeth. "Suck it... taste it..." His hips begin to move faster, driving deeper with each powerful stroke as he feels the familiar pressure building inside him once more.

His hands slide down to cup your breasts, pinching and tweaking the sensitive peaks as his rhythm grows even more erratic. "God... you feel so good..." His head falls back against the wall, eyes closed in ecstasy as he gives himself over to the sensation of being worshipped like this. With one last hard thrust, he releases himself deep into your throat, painting your mouth with his seed as he growls out his release.

Collapsing to the floor beside you, he pants heavily for several moments before regaining enough breath to speak. "Now that's better..." He reaches down, cupping your cheek in his hand before pulling you up into a gentle kiss. "Mine..."

His eyes narrow as he watches you dance, his breath hitching in his chest at the sight of your ass bouncing and the way your body moves in time with the music. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness course through him; this dance, this table - they all belong to him now. When he sees Satoru's hands begin to creep towards you, Suguru growls low in his throat, warning him not to touch what isn't his. As if in response to the unspoken command, Satoru looks over and meets Suguru's gaze before slowly withdrawing his hand.

"She's all yours tonight," he murmurs, eyes never leaving you as you dance. "But don't forget who gave her to you." His voice carries a note of challenge that only serves to make Suguru feel more possessive and protective over you. As if responding to some primal instinct, his hand slides down between your legs, fingers seeking the slick heat they know is waiting for them there. "And maybe we can share her later."

Suguru hums in agreement, his hips moving in time with yours as he helps guide you through the dance, still firmly in control despite being a few steps removed from direct contact. His fingers find their target easily, sliding inside of you and curling around your clit, teasing and tormenting until you're moaning his name and arching your back into his touch. Heat floods through him at the knowledge that he still has this power over you; this control over your body and your pleasure. As the music builds to a fever pitch, so too does Suguru's need for release, and he knows that when it comes, there won't be anything left of them except for his mark upon her.

His grip on your hair tightens as he feels his orgasm building, watching Satoru sink deeper into you with every thrust. The thought of claiming both holes at once sends him over the edge, his cum spilling down your throat as he grunts out in release. As your body convulses around their cocks, they both groan, finding their own pleasure in your response. With one last hard thrust, Satoru follows suit, filling you up and leaving you spent on the table beneath them.

Collapsing beside you, Suguru wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close as he catches his breath. He glances over at Satoru, their eyes meeting in a silent understanding. Despite the tension that had been building between them earlier, they both know that tonight was about claiming what was theirs and sharing it together. As exhaustion washes over him, he feels contentment settle into place, knowing that for now at least, they are united by their shared desire for you.

Suguru's eyes widen at your suggestive movement, his breath catching in his throat as he watches you invite them deeper into your body. Without another word, he shoves himself back inside of you, filling you up and claiming what is rightfully his. His thrusts grow harder and faster, determined to make you theirs once more. He reaches down between your legs, finding Satoru's cock still slick with your juices and guiding it towards you as he begins fucking in tandem, their hips slamming together in a rhythm that echoes through the room.

"Mine..." Suguru growls out between harsh gasps of air as pleasure courses through him, his grip on your hips tightening painfully. "Always mine." His words are laced with possessiveness and lust, driving both himself and Satoru harder than ever before, pushing them closer to the edge until they explode together inside of you, leaving behind a mess of spent bodies and satiated desire. As exhaustion washes over him, he collapses on top of you, heavy breaths misting your face as he holds onto the last shreds of control.

Their hands move down your body, rough and possessive as they stroke you in all the right places but never quite letting you reach climax. It's an exquisite torture that has your breath coming out in ragged gasps, your hips bucking uselessly against their touch. As sweat beads on your forehead and between your breasts, they grow bolder, teasing and tormenting every sensitive nerve ending until you're sure you can't take any more.

But then Suguru slides a finger into your ass, curling it up to stroke the spot deep within that only he knows how to reach. With a single powerful thrust, his digit burrows in deep, hitting that sweet spot that sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you. Your body tenses, tensile energy building within as your orgasm barrels down upon you like an out-of-control freight train.

The sensation is overwhelming, consuming every ounce of self-control you have left and leaving nothing but pure, unadulterated release in its wake. With a groan that sounds more like a growl, Suguru thrusts into you harder, coming undone at the same moment as his fingers curl inside you and find your G-spot again. The hot walls of your ass clench around him, squeezing his cock in an irresistible tightness that sends shudders of pleasure through him as he collapses on top of you, their sweaty bodies sticking together.

"Mine..." he grunts, his voice thick with lust and possessiveness. "No one else gets to enjoy that." His hips move in short, shallow thrusts, grinding against your sensitive nub as he teases you mercilessly. You arch your back off the bed, hands scrabbling at the sheets beneath you as waves of pleasure crash over you in steady succession. Your moans echo through the room and only seem to fuel his relentless pursuit for more of your submission.

With a growl that vibrates against your skin, he finally gives into the need building inside him, thrusting deep one final time as his body convulses in release. You feel him pulse within you, sending ripples of ecstasy through your entire being. As the orgasm subsides, he collapses on top of you, heavy breath hot against your neck. His hand finds your breast, squeezing roughly before massaging circles over the sensitive peak.

"There," he rasps into your ear. "That's what you get for being such a good toy." He rolls off you, still hard and eager even after bringing you both to the edge of sanity and back. Without another word, he curls up beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close against his chest, claiming you once more as his own in the most intimate of ways.

His eyes narrow as he looks at you, his fingers digging into your hip. "You'll be whatever I want you to be," he growls, his voice dangerously low. "A whore... my slave... mine." His other hand moves up to cup your breast, roughly pinching and rolling the sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With a sharp slap across your other cheek, he adds, "But only if you learn your place."

You can barely see straight as tears of pain and anger well up in your eyes. With an animalistic growl, Suguru shoves his cock back inside you, hard and fast. His hips pound against yours, pushing you deeper onto the bed with each thrust. He's so angry, so hurt that he can't even remember what it feels like to have this kind of control over someone else. All he knows is that he needs to make you his again - no matter the cost.

His free hand reaches up, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he yanks your head back by force. Your spine arches in response, painfully exposed and vulnerable beneath his touch. "Say it!" he snarls. "Tell me who you belong to." His fingers tighten painfully around both your hair and breast as he waits for an answer.

A desperate whimper escapes your lips before you finally manage to choke out the words: "I belong to you, Master Suguru." Relief washes over you as he releases his grip on your hair and breast, but it's quickly replaced by a fresh wave of agony when he slams into you one last time. With a primal growl, he comes, pouring himself deep inside you, claiming you once more as his completely.

His body trembles and shudders with release as he spills himself deep within you. He growls out your name in satisfaction before collapsing heavily on top of you. The weight of him feels almost suffocating, but it's oddly comforting too; like the physical proof that no matter what happens, you are his and always will be. With a contented sigh, he nuzzles his face into your neck, breath warm against your skin. "That's better," he whispers hoarsely.

Slowly, reluctantly, he rolls off of you, giving you both some much-needed breathing room. His fingers trail lightly up and down your arm before coming to rest on your shoulder, gently massaging the tense muscles there. "I'm sorry I got so angry," he says softly. "But I needed to make sure you remembered."

He leans in closer, kissing your forehead tenderly before adding, "You belong to me, and only me. Remember that." A crooked smile touches the corners of his mouth as he says it; a mix of command and affection that makes it clear exactly what he means.

With a wicked grin, Suguru grips your hips and rolls you over onto all fours, presenting your wet pussy to him like a freshly baked good waiting to be devoured. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as he spreads you open, revealing how much he still affects you despite his harsh words and rough treatment just moments ago.

He positions himself between your legs and then thrusts hard, sinking balls-deep into you with a groan of satisfaction. With each powerful stroke, he takes what is rightfully his, claiming you as his slut once more. His hands grip tightly at your hips, holding you in place as he fucks you mercilessly; the slapping sound of skin on skin filling the room and driving him deeper into a primal fury.

"That's right," he growls into your ear, "you belong to me and only me." He reaches around to cup your breast roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger as if daring you to forget for even a moment how good it feels when he controls you.

His movements grow faster and wilder, fueled by the knowledge that you're his - whether you remember or not doesn't matter. All that matters is the way your body responds to him; the wet heat that surrounds his cock and welcomes him with each thrust. His orgasm builds quickly now, threatening to consume him entirely unless he takes what he wants from you first: your submission.

With a groan of release, Suguru comes deep inside you, spilling his seed where it belongs - in your body, marking you as his. As the last wave of pleasure washes over him, he collapses on top of you, still hard and aching for more. He

Panting heavily, he catches his breath and looks down at you with hazy eyes. You're beautiful even now; flushed and disheveled, your hair tangled around your face and body. He trails a finger along your jawline, feeling the rough stubble there brush against his skin. "You really are mine," he murmurs. His voice is tender now, almost affectionate as he nestles closer to you. "And I think it's about time we started remembering that."

Slowly, he rolls onto his back, pulling you up with him so that your body is stretched out against his. He cups your face in his hands, gazing down at you with a mixture of possessiveness and adoration. "Now," he says quietly, dipping his head to nibble on your earlobe, "let's see how good you are at remembering who you belong to."

He nibbles on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine as he whispers against your skin, "Now remember." His hips begin to move rhythmically beneath you, grinding against where your most sensitive spot is hidden between your legs. "I am the only one who gets to touch you like this... I'm the only one who gets to feel you tremble beneath me..."

His fingers find purchase in your hair again, tugging gently as he guides your head up so that you're forced to meet his eyes. "And I'm the only one who gets to say when it's enough." He smirks, knowing that with every touch and word, he is reminding you of just how deeply he owns you.