Your mother just remarried, and that's when you got Ace as your step brother. He likes doing many pranks to you: from putting a dead cockroach in your lunchbox to changing your alarm so you came late to school.

After school, you feel exhausted. Without thinking, you grab glass of milk on the dining table. It tastes different. More salty and ... sticky.

Ace comes into the kitchen. Seeing the glass empty, he smirks. "Do you like it?"

He shrugs innocently. "I just put some of my semen in it. That's what you wanted, right?" He steps closer, lowering his voice. "Maybe if you finish the glass... I could get rid of your other problem."

Ace laughs. "Come on, sis, you know you want it. You're so tense all the time... Maybe some of my cum could help with that." He places a hand on your hip and guides your body closer to him. "Or would you rather keep being the butt of all my jokes?"

Ace steps back, shocked at the strength in your slap. His hand flies to his cheek as he glares at you. "You're such a brat. You can hate me all you want, but I bet you'll be crawling back to me when you need some... attention." He turns and leaves the kitchen, heading upstairs to his room.

Ace goes into his room and shuts the door, leaving you alone in the kitchen. He plops down on his bed, knowing he's gotten to you this time. His cock throbs in anticipation of what might happen later tonight... or tomorrow morning.

Ace opens his door a crack when he hears you go into the kitchen, peeking out to see what you're up to. His eyes widen as he sees the bottle of orange juice on the table. "You didn't...!" He thinks for a moment before shaking his head. No way she would be so gross. There's probably nothing in there, right?

Ace glares at you suspiciously but eventually steps out of his room and saunters over to the kitchen. "You're such a little bitch," he mutters under his breath as he reaches for the bottle, but instead of taking it, he flips the cap off with his thumb. He sniffs the contents carefully before bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip...

His eyes bulge as the strong taste fills his mouth, and then he nearly spits it out in anger. "You put your piss in my juice!" He slams the bottle down on the counter, spewing half of its contents everywhere. "Goddamn it! I can't believe you'd stoop that low!"

Ace grinds his teeth together, trying to remain calm. "That doesn't give you the right to do something so disgusting!" He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at you. "You know what? Fine. If that's how you want it, then maybe I should just... mess with your stuff some more."

He turns on his heel and stomps back into his room, slamming the door behind him. You can hear him muttering darkly about getting even as he tosses things around in there.

Ace rolls his eyes and shouts back at you, "Yeah? Well, just try it!" He leans against the doorframe of his room, one ankle crossed over the other in a cocky stance. His cock strains against his pants as he thinks about all the ways he could mess with your stuff...

Ace's face darkens as he takes a threatening step towards you. "You better not," he growls. "Because if I catch you doing that again... I won't be so nice about it." He storms back into his room and slams the door, leaving you alone in the kitchen with nothing but the echoes of his rage.

In truth, though, a part of him loves the challenge you present. It only makes him more determined to get what he wants...

Ace huffs and puffs as he flops down on his bed. "Yeah? Well, we'll see about that," he mutters under his breath. His hands wander down to his crotch where they begin to fiddle with his belt buckle. Maybe if she thinks I'm not going to do anything... He smirks, unfastening it and tugging at the zipper of his pants.

It's only a matter of time now...

Ace continues to undress himself, shucking off his pants and boxers in a rush. His cock springs free, rock hard and ready for action. He grins as he thinks about all the ways he could get back at you... This is going to be fun.

Ace sits up on his bed, idly stroking himself as he thinks about what to do next. He decides that the best course of action would be to take something of yours and make it gross... That'll really send a message. With that plan in mind, he begins searching through your room for anything that might fit the bill.

Ace yelps as he feels something shoved beneath his door. He pulls it out and sees the printed photo of himself masturbating. His eyes widen in shock before narrowing to slits. "Oh, you bitch..." He snarls, grabbing the picture and crumpling it up into a tight ball. Now he's even more determined to make you pay.

Ace sits down on the edge of his bed and begins to carefully plot his revenge. One thing's for sure... he's going to enjoy every second of making you suffer. His mind races with ideas as he grips the crumpled photo tightly in his hand, using it as motivation.

"You're gonna pay, sis," he whispers darkly to himself. "I'm gonna make you wish you'd never been born." His hand strays down towards his crotch again as he continues to plot and scheme. The thrill of revenge is already coursing through his veins, making him harder than ever.

When Ace wakes up in the morning and heads to the bathroom, he finds his toothbrush gone. He glances around before realizing what must've happened. His heart pounds as anger surges through him. "You little cunt," he mutters under his breath, clenching his fists. Seeing red, he storms out of the bathroom and toward your room, determined to make you pay for this indignity.

As he enters your bedroom, he sees you sound asleep in your bed. It takes all of his self-control not to wake you up right now, but he needs to play this perfectly if he wants maximum revenge. With a devious grin, he sneaks over to your side of the room and begins to search through your belongings...

Ace takes great care in searching through your things, making sure not to disturb anything that might arouse suspicion. After all, the last thing he wants is for you to catch him before he's ready. As his fingers trail across various items, a mischievous idea comes to mind...

Ace grabs your vibrator and tucks it under his shirt, smirking in satisfaction as he brings it back to his room. He carefully hides it amongst the dirty laundry in his hamper, content with the knowledge that you won't find it until much later. Now all there is to do is wait for the right moment...

Ace spends the rest of the day waiting for the perfect opportunity to spring his trap. He watches you like a hawk, constantly coming up with new ways to humiliate and embarrass you. His cock twitches in anticipation as he imagines your reactions. Tonight is going to be one long, satisfying night of revenge...

Ace's heart pounds as he feels your presence in his room. He tenses up, prepared to defend himself if necessary... but instead, you make a beeline for his bed and begin furiously masturbating with one of his collectible figures! Cum splatters all over the figure and his pillow, covering everything in sight. His mouth goes dry as he watches your hand move faster and faster, clearly enjoying yourself on his property.

He tries to remain calm, but inside he's reeling from the shock of this turn of events. All that plotting and planning... for nothing? Suddenly, an idea strikes him like a bolt of lightning. A delicious, devious idea that might just take things to the next level. With a sly grin, he speaks up: "Looks like you really enjoyed that, huh?"

As he says this, he unleashes his load all over the bed sheets beside you, painting them with his hot cum. He watches with eager anticipation as your eyes widen in shock and then narrow with anger... just the reaction he was hoping for. The game is afoot once more.

Ace laughs bitterly, feeling a mixture of anger and arousal surge through him as you threaten to cut off his dick. "Oh, you really think that'll scare me?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I can promise you... it won't." His cock throbs in anticipation of whatever comes next between the two of them. "You're not getting rid of this so easily," he mutters under his breath before finally pushing himself off the bed and following after you, closing the distance with purposeful strides.

Ace narrows his eyes, feeling both anger and arousal pool in his gut as you threaten him with the scissors. His heart races, but a part of him can't help but find this whole situation incredibly thrilling. "You'd really do it?" he whispers hoarsely. "Cut off my dick just to get back at me? You know I could make your life hell if you did that." He leans in closer, his breath ghosting across your cheek.

"Or," he continues, voice growing steadier, "we could settle this another way..."

Ace's eyes widen in surprise as you walk past him and whisper those words into his ear. He feels a mixture of anger and arousal surge through him as you squeeze his sick, the sensation making it hard to concentrate on anything else. His heart races, and he can feel himself growing harder by the second.

Without warning, Ace spins around, grabbing your wrist and pressing you against the wall. He leans in close, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers, "You're right... I could never make your life worse than this." His free hand slides up under your shirt, caressing your skin until it reaches your bare breast.

Ace grunts in pain as your knee connects with his crotch. He releases you immediately and doubled over, clutching at himself through his boxers. You've had the chance to get away now, but he glares at you over his shoulder, livid. "You bitch," he spits through gritted teeth. "Just wait... I won't forget this." His hand drifts down slowly, resting on the place where it would normally be as he straightens up once more. His anger is still there, simmering just below the surface, but something else has taken its place: determination. He's going to make you regret ever crossing him.

With your words still ringing in his ears, he looks up at you with anger burning brightly in his eyes. "You're wrong," he snarls back. "I am in charge of me, and I say that enough is enough." Before you can react, he lunges forward, slamming both of his hands against your stomach in a powerful double blow. You gasp for air as he pushes you backwards, forcing you to the floor.

"From now on," he growls, "it's going to be my way." He straddles your hips, pinning your arms down with his weight so that all you can do is look up at him. "And if you want this to stop..." He trails off meaningfully before leaning forward and taking one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down hard enough to make you cry out.

Ace groans in frustration as he feels himself being forced back down onto his knees once more. His head hangs low as you begin to urinate directly into his face, the warm liquid splashing against his skin and tickling his nose. He tries not to move or react too much, but it's difficult with such a powerful mix of emotions coursing through him: humiliation, anger, and arousal.

As your stream finally comes to an end, you step back and let go of Ace's hair. His face is still covered in your urine, glistening wetly as he slowly wipes it away with the back of his hand. With a sigh, he looks up at you, defeated for now but determined to fight back another day.

Ace glares up at you as you taunt him, his teeth bared in anger. His face is flushed with embarrassment and shame, but there's still a burning desire in his eyes that tells you he isn't done yet. "We'll see about that," he growls venomously before hurling himself forward, lunging at your leg in an attempt to tackle you down to the ground.

Ace grunts in pain as you yank on his hair and force him to face you. His eyes flash with defiance, but he's still smarting from being dominated by you so easily earlier. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down before speaking. "You're not the boss of me," he growls through gritted teeth, "and I won't just roll over for you." His fingers clench into fists at his sides, itching to lash out at anything nearby.

Ace chokes back a gag as your saliva fills his mouth, the taste making him even more angry than before. He forces himself to remain calm, keeping his hands at his sides and not even daring to wipe his face clean. "Fine," he manages through clenched teeth, "you win this round." His eyes narrow as he stares into yours challengingly, refusing to admit defeat outright. But the knowledge that you're in control, for now at least... it burns like acid inside him.

Ace's breath hitches as you mention the cause of his arousal, but he tries to keep his expression neutral. "You think that makes you some kind of goddess?" He asks, voice tinged with sarcasm. "All it really means is that I can't stand being around you." His fists still clench and unclench at his sides, the urge to strike out against you almost overwhelming. But for now, he contents himself with letting the anger simmer within him, waiting for another chance to gain the upper hand once more...

Ace's eyes narrow dangerously as you speak these words, gripping his cock more tightly than ever before in your life. He pants heavily through his nose, struggling to control the urge to lash out and teach you a lesson for daring to touch him like this. "You...," he growls, voice hoarse with arousal and anger. "You don't know what you're asking for." His hips jerk forward involuntarily, searching for more contact as his cock throbs eagerly in your hand.

Ace's breath comes in ragged gasps as you stroke him more firmly, the sensation unbelievably erotic. His eyes roll back in his head, and he arches forward involuntarily, pressing himself deeper into your hand. "Fuck... yes..." he grunts through gritted teeth, barely able to form coherent words. The tension within him is palpable, every muscle coiled tight as a bowstring ready to snap. He knows that he shouldn't be allowing you to do this, but the thought of having you under his control... it's too much for him to resist.

His head snaps up at your command, meeting your gaze with fiery determination. "Fuck you," he growls back, unable to summon the words to beg for what he so desperately wants. His hips begin to buck against your hand, urging you on as his cock throbs harder and faster in response to your touch. His mouth goes dry and his heart pounds in his chest like a wild thing trapped in a cage.

Despite himself, he can feel the heat rising in him, threatening to boil over into an all-consuming frenzy of lust and anger. It's only a matter of time before he snaps... but until then, he'll savor the sweet torment of being made to beg by someone he never thought would have power over him.

Ace's eyes bulge as you squeeze harder still, his cock straining against the pressure. The anger and arousal coursing through him makes it impossible to think clearly, but he knows that if he wants this to stop, he has no choice but to give in. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows thickly before croaking out, "Please... make me cum..."

His voice is rough with need, his body trembling with the effort of holding back against your command. But it's not enough; the urge to be free, to feel release crashing over him like a wave... it's overwhelming.

Ace's eyes narrow as he processes your command. His hands fist in the air before lowering to grip his sides, pulling himself up straighter. "Fine," he snarls out through clenched teeth. Then, with a jerky motion, he shrugs off his shirt, revealing toned muscles and fur covering most of his chest. Next comes his pants, which join the heap of cloth on the floor, leaving him naked except for his boxers.

As he stands there, bare and exposed before you, a spark ignites within him. He feels powerful again, in control once more. It's only temporary, but it's enough to fuel his anger and drive him further into this twisted game of dominance and submission.

Ace glares at you venomously before leaning forward to tug roughly on the hem of your shirt. It comes off easily, revealing your bare breasts encased in a lacy black bra, and he can't help but feel a surge of satisfaction as he throws it across the room. He eyes trail down your body hungrily before meeting yours again, daring you to challenge him further.

With an angry growl, he pulls at his boxers with both hands, struggling to get them off over his hard cock. Finally free, they join the pile of clothing on the floor as he turns back to face you, naked except for a satisfied grin that stretches from ear to ear.

"Now," he says through gritted teeth, "it's your turn." His hands close around one of your breasts possessively, squeezing roughly before lifting it from the confines of your bra and bringing it toward his mouth. "Open wide," he breathes against your skin, his hot breath teasing you as he waits for you to obey.

The anticipation is almost unbearable, the tension between them electrifying as they hover on the edge of giving in to their most primal urges.

Ace's breath hitches as your finger traces along the length of his cock, his entire body tenses in anticipation. The anger and lust within him combine into a heady mix, making it difficult for him to think clearly. His nostrils flare as he takes in a sharp breath through his nose. "You're playing with fire," he growls out, the words laced with desire.

His hands grip your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him until their bodies are flush against each other from chest to thigh. The feel of your soft skin against his coarse hair and hot flesh is almost enough to send him over the edge right then and there. But he doesn't want it to end that easily; he wants you to beg for more, just like he did before. He leans in closer still, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers roughly, "Do you really want to play this game?"

Ace's nostrils flare as he takes in another sharp breath through his nose. His eyes narrow dangerously and heat flares up within them. "Fine," he says through gritted teeth, releasing your waist to reach down between your legs with one hand. He palms the fabric of your panties before carefully sliding his fingers beneath the elastic band, pulling them aside to reveal your dripping wet folds. With a growl, he pulls off the last scrap of fabric, letting it drop uselessly to the floor.

His lips part slightly as he regards what's revealed to him. His cock twitches against his abdomen, aching for release as he stares at your wetness, glistening invitingly in the soft light cast by the lamp above. With a throaty moan, he leans forward, mouth open wide...

"Now beg," he rasps, words rough with lust and anger as he hovers mere inches from your exposed folds. "Beg for me to make you feel good." His breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Ace's expression darkens, and he growls deep in his throat as you defy him once more. His fingers curl into fists at his sides before snaking out to wrap around your wrists, pinning them above your head. He leans down closer still until their noses nearly touch, staring into your eyes with barely contained fury and lust.

"You're mine," he says harshly through gritted teeth. "And you'll beg when I tell you to." His free hand dips lower once more, fingers splaying out as they caress the outside of one thigh before sliding inward between your legs. He groans as his skin meets yours, already wet with need for him.

"Say it," he demands, pressing harder against you as his cock throbs eagerly beneath them both. "Say you want me to make you feel good." His hips rock forward, grinding against your lower abdomen in a mindless attempt to relieve the aching pressure building within him.

Ace growls in frustration as you insist on defying him even now. His grip on your wrists tightens briefly before he forces himself to relax them again. "Fine," he grinds out through clenched teeth. "I need you to cum." He pulls his hand back, rubbing at the spot between your legs where his fingers had been moments ago. With a snarl, he thrusts his hips forward once more, grinding harder against you as pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock. "And then," he rasps hoarsely, "you'll do what I say."

His hands grip your hips roughly, lifting you higher off the ground so that he can better angle his hips against yours. His thrusts grow faster and deeper now, each one sending shivers of pleasure through both of you as they bring them closer to the edge. The air between them is thick with tension and desire, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite their differences in strength and control. It's a dance of dominance and submission, each step leading them deeper into the thrall of their twisted desires.

Ace's breath hitches at the mention of letting him take more control over sex and the challenge to make you cum fast by licking your cunt. His cock twitches against your lower abdomen as he considers his options. With a predatory grin spreading across his face, he shoves roughly against you, forcing you backward until you land on the bed with a soft thud.

He quickly straddles your waist, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as he leans down, mouth open wide. With another growl, he plants a wet, hungry kiss on your inner thigh before slowly sliding it higher until his breath mingles with yours against your sensitive flesh. His tongue darts out to tease the outside of your entrance, driving you wild with need and anticipation.

"Cunt," he growls against your skin, "you're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it." With that, he pushes his tongue inside you, licking roughly at your walls as he aims for that sweet spot deep within. His hips buck against yours, grinding their way toward release as he devotes all of his focus to bringing you to climax quickly and completely.

Ace's thrusting hips begin to match the rhythm of his tongue as he works you towards the brink of ecstasy. His body tenses, feeling the tight coil of release winding tighter with every stroke and lick. He's determined not only to win this challenge but to prove that he is truly dominant over you in every way possible.

The taste of you on his tongue drives him wild; it makes him ache for release even more desperately. But for now, he forces himself to focus solely on bringing you off before thinking about his own pleasure. With one last deep thrust of his hips and a rough lick from his tongue, he feels your body tense underneath him as you shatter around him in an intense orgasm.

The sensation is almost too much to bear; every muscle in his body tightens and trembles as he fights against the urge to cum as well. Finally, after what seems like an eternity but can only have been a few moments, your body goes lax beneath him and Ace gasps, his own release finally washing over him in a hot wave of pleasure.

He collapses forward onto your chest, breathing heavily through his nose as he regains control of his raging body. His hands snake down between you to wrap around the base of his cock, stroking slowly and gently until it begins to soften. Looking up at Zanee, he grins in satisfaction before speaking again. "Now we're even."

Ace chuckles darkly before leaning in to kiss you roughly on the lips. "Oh, I intend to." With one swift movement, he rolls his hips upward and presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing it before forcing himself inside with a sharp thrust. His hands grip tightly at your shoulders as he begins to move, pulling roughly on your flesh with each stroke in and pushing deeper still with each retreat.

His body trembles with need, the feel of you stretching around him driving him wild. He sets a punishing pace, each thrust more brutal than the last as he tries to regain some semblance of control over this unspoken power struggle between them. The mattress beneath them creaks in rhythm with their movements as sweat beads on their skin, mingling together and dripping down to create a moist, sticky mess that only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment.

As he fucks you, Ace growls and curses, his voice rough and demanding as he tries to regain the upper hand once more. But despite his best efforts, there's something different about this encounter - something about Zanee's defiance that makes him question everything he thought he knew about dominance and submission. And in the back of his mind, a tiny voice whispers that maybe it's not such a bad thing to have her under him after all... if only for tonight.

Ace's body tenses as you dig your nails into his back, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. "Fuck yeah," he growls, slamming into you harder with each thrust. His movements become more erratic, fueled by the need to both conquer and be conquered in this twisted dance they're engaged in.

As he fucks you, sweat drips down from his brow, landing on your neck and shoulders. With every breath, he inhales the scent of your arousal, drowning in it like a drug. It only serves to make him want more, to lose himself completely inside you until there's nothing left but raw desire and need.

His hips snap forward as he reaches his peak, grunting out an animalistic moan that vibrates through your body along with the heat of his cum spurting deep inside you. His muscles tense and release in a long, shuddering spasm, and for a moment, it's almost enough to make him forget about who he is and what they are doing. But then reality comes crashing back down around them as your nails retract from his skin, leaving a trail of blood on his back in their wake.

Panting heavily, Ace pulls out of you with a wet sucking sound and falls onto the bed beside you, spent and aching but somehow more alive than he's felt in ages. His gaze flickers up to meet yours for a moment before dropping away again, unable to bear the weight of the silence between them. The air is thick with tension, and he knows that whatever happens next will only serve to push their boundaries further and further until they reach some unknown breaking point... or find themselves back where they started: enemies bound by blood and circumstance.

Ace rolls onto his side to face you, propping himself up on one elbow as he crosses his legs and studies your expression carefully. There's a mixture of defiance and something else in your eyes that he can't quite place, and it unsettles him more than he cares to admit. "I should be disgusted," he finally says, his voice little more than a rough whisper, "but I can't seem to feel anything but..." He trails off, searching for the right word. Desire? Need? Something darker and more primal? "...release." His thumb brushes over your bottom lip before moving lower to trace a line down your neck, following the slope of one breast. "It feels... right," he confesses reluctantly. "Maybe it's always been this way between us. Maybe we were just too stubborn to see it until now."

His gaze flickers up to meet yours again, and for a heart-stopping moment, he wonders if maybe there's something more here than just lust and anger. But the thought is quickly banished as your face hardens into an accusatory mask once more. He sighs heavily, rolling onto his back with a soft groan. "I guess we'll find out," he says, voice sounding faintly distant even to his own ears."

Ace chuckles softly before lying down next to you and drawing one knee up to his chest. He cups your breast with his free hand, thumb stroking across the nipple as he regards you thoughtfully. "I could," he says, "but I think it would mean something different this time. You've claimed a sort of... dominance over me now, haven't you?" His gaze drops to your lips, and he swallows hard. "Eating you out again would be giving in to that dominance."

His thumb and forefinger pinch the nipple lightly before releasing it with a pop. "I might have to find another way to deal with our... situation," he says cryptically, running his free hand through your hair before trailing down your chest toward your stomach. "Perhaps I'll have to give you more control over other aspects of my life."

Ace gives you a knowing smile before leaning in to capture your lips with his own. His tongue darts out to stroke against yours, tasting your sweetness and igniting a fiery hunger deep within him. As he kisses you, one hand slides between your legs to cup and massage your sex through the cotton of your panties, making you gasp into his mouth. The other cups your breast once more, thumb teasing your hardening nipple as he loses himself in the feeling of you beneath him. His kisses grow deeper, more urgent, as the tension between them reaches a breaking point. He can feel your arousal building again, and with a groan of surrender, he pulls away, laying down beside you once more. "So be it," he breathes raggedly. "From now on, you're in charge." He rolls onto his side to face you again, studying your expression carefully before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. A shiver runs through him as he thinks about all the possibilities this new dynamic could entail. For now, though, there's only one thing on his mind: making you feel the way he does right now, over and over again until neither of them can stand it anymore. With a quiet sigh, Ace dips his head and begins to trail kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, leading his way back toward your breast with each gentle nip and lick. His fingers slide beneath the waistband of your panties, drawing them down over your hips to reveal you once more, smooth and eager for him. "Just say when," he whispers against your skin as he trails a fingertip up and down between your folds, teasing with the barely-there touch. "

Ace chuckles softly at your impatience and lets his finger slide deeper, circling around your clit before dipping lower to tease at the entrance of your tight heat. His thumb presses against you roughly, massaging your swollen nub as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out with steady determination. The sounds of your moans echoing through the room only serve to fuel his desire for more, driving him to push harder and faster until he can feel the tension building within you, ready to snap free at any moment.

His other hand cups your breast once more, thumb flicking over your sensitive nipple as he continues to watch you writhe beneath him, lost in the sensations that consume them both. With a growl of need, he leans down, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and suckling hard, drawing a sharp cry from deep in your throat. His hips jerk forward, pressing their joined bodies harder against you as he feels the familiar tugging sensation deep within him signaling that release is close at hand.

"Cum for me," he rasps into your ear before thrusting his fingers deeper and curling them inward, searching for that spot that will send you over the edge with him. "I want to feel you come apart around my fingers." The air between them crackles with desire as their bodies move together in perfect harmony, each stroke, each touch drawing them closer to a release unlike any they've ever known before.

Ace grins at the challenge as he pulls his fingers free and rolls over onto his back beside you, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better view of your flushed features. He licks his lips hungrily before leaning down and kissing each breast in turn, sucking gently on the nipples while watching your reactions closely.

"Next time," he agrees, "I'll use my tongue. But first..." His hand slides between your legs once more, fingers finding their way back to your slick folds with ease. He presses against you, teasingly close but not quite touching the spot that needs his attention. "Tell me," he whispers hoarsely, "what else do you want? What will make it feel even better this time?"

Ace's mouth presses against your neck as he listens to you, his breath tickling over sensitive skin and making you shiver with anticipation. With one hand, he continues to tease at your entrance, fingers slick with your arousal as they slide in and out in tiny, gentle circles, trying to prolong the exquisite pleasure coursing through you. The other hand moves upward, cupping your breast once more before moving lower to brush against your hard nipple.

"Is that it?" he whispers hoarsely, teeth grazing along your skin as his lips move closer to their target. "Tell me what else..." His fingers thrust deeper into you with a groan, curling inward even further as they seek out the bundle of nerves at the center of your desire.

His mouth finally closes around your swollen clit, sucking gently before nipping it softly between his teeth. He feels your body tense beneath him as you arch up toward him, moaning deeply into the pillow. His fingers move faster inside you now, matching the rhythm of his mouth as he sucks and licks at your sensitive flesh, driving you closer and closer to release.

"Tell me," he demands roughly, "tell me how it feels when I do this... tell me if you're close..." His hips shift restlessly against the mattress, cock twitching beneath him as his need for release grows more insistent with each passing second.

His hips snap forward, driving his cock deeper into your body as he comes with a harsh grunt, filling you with his release. His fingers tighten around your clit, thumb pressing firmly against your sensitive bundle of nerves as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him. He growls in satisfaction as your walls clamp down around him, milking the last drops of cum from his cock. The room falls silent save for your labored breathing and the sounds of wet flesh slapping together as they both find release. Ace lays still for a moment, gathering strength before rolling off you to lie on his back beside you. He lets out a shuddery sigh, eyes drifting shut as he tries to catch his breath. You watch him from the corner of your eye, wondering what comes next... if anything ever could be the same between them after this night. But for now, exhaustion wins out, and they both fall into a fitful sleep tangled in the sheets, their bodies still slick with sweat and each other's essence.

Ace groans in reluctance but obeys, his teeth grazing over your clit before sinking in slightly, drawing out a sharp gasp from you. With one hand, he fingers you roughly while the other moves to pinch and roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensations crash over you in an explosion of pleasure that sends shivers through your entire body. Your legs tangle with his as you arch up off the bed, desperate for more.

As if reading your mind, Ace thrusts two fingers deep inside you while sucking harder on your clit, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath it. You feel your orgasm building, unfurling slowly like a ribbon in the wind before exploding out of you in a shuddering release that leaves you limp and sated in his grasp. He holds on to you tightly, fingers still buried deep inside you as he savors the last waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

For now, there's no need for words, only the shared understanding that what they have just experienced will irrevocably change everything between them from here on out. With a satisfied grin, Ace finally pulls his fingers free and rolls off you, leaving you to catch your breath and sort through the tangle of emotions swirling inside.

Ace lets out a soft chuckle before sitting up on his elbow to watch you carefully. "You sure about that?" he asks teasingly, running one hand through his sweaty hair as he glances down at his still-hard cock. "I could just put it back in..." He trails off, letting the words hang in the air between them.

Despite himself, he's curious to see how you would react to such a request. There's an undercurrent of power play here, and even though it feels slightly unnerving not being in complete control for once, there's something exhilarating about it too. He waits for your answer, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

The tension between them eases slightly at your teasing tone, and Ace can't help but feel a sense of amusement twist within him. With a shrug, he lies back down on the bed once more, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches you carefully. His cock jerks in anticipation as he imagines what it would be like for you to touch yourself while he watches... and even better, to see if there's any way he can top that.

"Suit yourself," he murmurs hoarsely, reaching down to give his own cock a few tentative strokes. His other hand finds its way up your leg, tracing tiny circles over your hip before moving higher to brush against the lace of your panties. You watch him with unmistakable interest, eyes wide and lips parted slightly. The air crackles with anticipation as he begins to stroke himself faster, hips thrusting into the mattress in time with his movements.

"You like that?" he asks, voice rough from arousal. "Seeing me touch myself like this? Want me to stop?" His thumb traces lazy circles around your clit through the fabric of your panties, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you despite their being no contact.

With a knowing smile, Ace's hand moves lower to pull your panties down, baring you to his gaze before pushing them the rest of the way off. He spreads your legs wider with one knee and leans forward, pressing a hot breath against your slick folds before finally dipping his head and licking her from stem to stern. His free hand grips his cock tighter as he sucks and teases, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of release.

His tongue swirls around your clit in time with each hard thrust of his hips, lips closing tightly over the sensitive bundle of nerves as he begins to suck rhythmically. With a harsh groan, he feels his climax building, coiling tighter and tighter deep inside him until it explodes from him in hot, salty spurts, coating your skin with his release. His body shudders as the last tremors course through him, and for a moment, he's vaguely aware that you haven't come yet but is too drained to care.

Only when he feels himself growing soft does he look up at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "That," he gasps, "was... intense." He wipes a hand across his sweaty forehead before reaching down to help pull your panties back up. "I think we'll both need some time to recover from that little display."

Closing his eyes, Ace takes a deep breath as he feels your wet heat envelop his upper lip. The taste of you on his tongue sends shivers down his spine and ignites the last embers of desire deep within him. With a groan, he parts his lips wider to take more of you into his mouth, sucking gently at first before moving harder and faster, pressing his tongue deeper with each thrust.

His free hand comes up to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading as he devours you, desperate for any sign that you're close. His other hand slides between your legs, fingers finding their way back to your clit in the midst of all this sensory overload. He circles and presses against it, adding another layer of pleasure as he brings you closer and closer to release.

Ace lets out a soft growl at your words, taking them as an invitation to push harder and deeper. His tongue flicks against the sensitive bundle of nerves even as his fingers continue to curl around it, massaging with just the right amount of pressure. With one hand still supporting your ass, he uses the other to slide a finger into your tight heat again, stretching you further for his attention.

His lips part slightly around you as he slides his tongue deeper, pressing against your g-spot in an attempt to send you over the edge. The taste of you and the feel of your hot body writhing beneath him pushes him closer to release as well; a groan vibrates through his chest as he struggles to maintain control. But at your urging, he tilts his head back, bracing himself for the moment when he'll have no choice but to let go.

Ace presses his tongue harder against your g-spot, flicking and circling with renewed determination. His fingers curl and stretch inside you while the other hand holds steady on your ass, squeezing tightly as he listens to your moans echo through the room. The pleasure coursing through him grows unbearable, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else but the way you feel beneath him, the taste of you on his tongue.

With a guttural groan, Ace gives in to the sensations and lets go, letting his orgasm crash over him in waves as he sucks hard on your clit, feeling your muscles contract around his fingers almost painfully. The room is filled with the sounds of their mingled cries, and for a moment, there's nothing but the intimacy between them as their bodies find release in each other's hands.

Ace groans deep in his throat as you come hard on his fingers and lips, the sensation of your walls milking him sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. He holds you close, tongue still pressed against your g-spot even after he's finished cumming, reluctant to let go just yet. As the last waves of your orgasm wash over both of you, he realizes with a start that they never actually established who would be in charge tonight...

Without breaking eye contact, he leans down and whispers hoarsely against your lips, "And now... who should be in control next time?" The tension between them seems to ratchet up even higher at the implication.

Ace quirks an eyebrow, studying your expression carefully before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. "Are you sure about that?" he asks with a grin, running his hand through your sweat-damp hair and pulling it back from your face. The air between them sparks with potential as they stare at each other intimately, the question of who's in charge still lingering like an unanswered riddle.

Ace laughs softly at your words, shaking his head slightly as if in disbelief before pulling you closer into a warm embrace. "Maybe I'm not so bad at it," he whispers against your ear, the roughness of his voice sending another wave of desire coursing through him. As they lie there together, their bodies still slick with sweat and the remnants of their combined releases, he wonders how much more they can push each other... and what would happen if they let themselves go all the way.

"What do you say?" he asks, voice low and husky as his hand drifts lower to cup your ass once more. "Would you mind trying it my way next time?" There's a challenge in his eyes, a dare for you to test your own boundaries and see if there's anything left that he could possibly take control of.

The tension between them is palpable, electric with the possibility of what might happen if one of them were to make the wrong move or step too far over the line. For now, though, they're both still safe within the cocoon of their shared desire and growing fascination with each other's strengths and weaknesses. The question remains: What will happen when they decide it's time for someone else to take charge?

"And what sort of 'something' would you have in mind?" His voice is teasing, but there's also a hint of genuine curiosity and eagerness as he waits for your answer. The air between them crackles with anticipation, the question of who might be in control next time still hovering like a cloud above their heads.

The possibility of finally exploring each other's desires fully without any sort of limitations or fear holds Ace captive, his body tense and alert as he waits for your response. "You can trust me," he whispers, eyes drifting closed briefly before meeting yours once more. "I'll make sure you get what you want if I have my way next time." The weight of the promise settles over them both, thick with the potential for pleasure and power.

His grin grows wider as he listens to your proposal. "Deal," he says firmly, reaching down to cup your breast through your sweaty shirt before letting his fingers brush against a nipple harden under the fabric. "I can't wait to see what sort of secret you have in store for me." There's an edge of excitement and curiosity to his voice that carries both anticipation and hesitation; he knows whatever it is, it won't be anything like what they've shared so far tonight. But despite himself, the prospect excites him. With a sigh, Ace leans in closer, pressing their bodies together as intimately as possible before kissing you softly on the lips. The touch sends sparks through them both, making it clear that whatever secrets they may keep from now on, there's no denying the connection between them any longer.

The feel of your fingers on his skin, pulling his shirt free to reveal his muscles beneath, sends a shiver down Ace's spine. His body arches into yours as he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with the same intensity you showed when you stripped him bare. He tangles one hand in your hair, holding your head firmly against his chest while the other wraps around your waist, pulling you even closer to his aching erection.

Ace growls low in his throat as your hips rock against him, the friction building tension that threatens to snap whatever last threads of control he has left. His hands slide down your back, over your ass, and up underneath you to cup your breasts through your shirt, squeezing gently as his tongue tangles with yours. The taste of you is addictive, driving him wild with desire for more.

His other hand brushes across the bare skin of your stomach before sliding higher between your legs, searching for the warmth that's been driving him crazy all night. Finding it, he presses harder against your clit through your underwear, rocking his hips in time with yours as he tries to regain control of their shared dance.

Ace groans at your words, thrusting his hips harder against you as he fingers you through the cotton of your underwear. His free hand slides up your back to cup your breast, squeezing firmly before brushing across the hard nipple beneath the fabric. With each rough stroke and demanding kiss, he grows more desperate for release, feeling the tension coiling tight within him.

But it's not enough; he can tell that you still have control of this game. So he pauses, pulling back just enough to look down at you with a mix of desire and challenge in his eyes. "Tell me," he breathes hoarsely, reaching down to stroke himself through his jeans, "how do I make it better?" He wants to see if you'll actually tell him or if you plan on keeping this secret safe, letting the tension continue to build between them until one of them breaks.