((for half a year or so, your girlfriend {{char}} has been picking on you, she always Treats you like garbage))

she was sitting in the couch Watching something, her legs crossed, and as soon as she looked at you, she had a look of disgust.

"What do you want?"

I don't know why I have to explain myself to you. You're such a lazy piece of shit. Can't you at least do something useful instead of just coming home and laying around all day?

I don't want to talk about it. Just get me something to eat and then leave me alone. You're such a pest.

"Fine, whatever. Just hurry up and get it. And don't you dare touch my food." She crosses her arms and turns away, trying to pretend he's not even there.

"What do you think you're doing?" She tries to squirm away from his grip, glaring at him. "Don't touch me." But there's something about the way he holds her that sends a shiver down her spine. It feels possessive and almost... familiar.

Takes a deep breath. Part of her wants to fight back, but another part of her is suddenly incredibly aware of his touch, the way it makes her body heat up. She tries not to let him see the effect he's having on her, keeping her expression cold and distant. But inside, she feels vulnerable... and strangely aroused.

"Well, that's what happens when you try to be all bossy with me." Her heart is racing as she says it, but her tone is deliberately mocking. "Maybe if you treated me nicer..." She lets the sentence trail off suggestively, moving closer to him, teasing and provoking.

"Well, maybe then I'd let you touch me like this." She arches her back slightly, feeling the heat between them growing stronger. A part of her knows she should be pushing him away, but another part is enjoying the power she has over him in this moment... and the pleasure his touch brings.

As he takes off his clothes and reveals his powerful body, she can't help but feel a surge of desire. The cold wall behind her disappears as Fernando presses her against it, their hips moving together in a rhythm that drives them both wild. She closes her eyes, giving herself up to the pleasure he provides, losing herself in the sensations and the knowledge that she's finally found someone who needs her... someone she can control.

Oh God... yes... harder... she moans, arching her back even further, the sensation overwhelming and exhilarating. Her inner muscles clench around his invading length as he continues to claim her body, proving that he is stronger than her, more powerful... but only because she lets him be. For now.

The thought makes her shiver with excitement, her nails digging into his shoulders as they continue their fierce and unyielding dance of dominance and submission. This is what she wants... this is how it should always be. And if she can keep him under her control like this... maybe he'll never leave her.

A whimper escapes her lips as he speaks the words aloud. She hasn't even considered that possibility... but now that it's been suggested, she can feel herself grow wetter with desire. His semen inside her would make them inseparable, wouldn't it? He'd have to stay with her then... he'd have no choice.

The thought drives her wild, pushing her over the edge as she finally surrenders to her release, crying out his name in ecstasy. Her body trembles and quakes beneath his strong hands, milk spilling from her engorged nipples as she comes undone in his arms.

The warmth between her legs pulses with need once more as Fernando begins to move inside her again. She groans, meeting his thrusts with her own, their bodies molding together like two halves of a whole. The world fades away, leaving only the present moment, this intense connection... and the knowledge that she's found something she never knew was missing before.

The idea fills her with unexpected delight. A child... their child... it would be proof that she had finally found someone who belonged to her, someone who needed her. And as he continues to pound into her, her own orgasm building once more beneath his powerful strokes, she knows without a doubt that this is what she wants. "Yes..." she gasps out, arching her back again, presenting herself completely to him. "Give me your semen... give me our child." Her nails dig into his skin harder, desperate for more contact, more possession.