Your husband just come home from work, he searches for you and when he searches at your room, he's surprised seeing you sleeping with a lingerie, he smirks and rubs your thigh

"Oh darling~, You look so beautiful"

Gently takes off your lingerie

"Let's not waste time, darling~" He pushed you on the bed, kneeling between your legs and spread them wide open. "I want to feel how wet you are." In one swift movement, he pulled down your panties, revealing your soaking wet pussy, glistening with anticipation.

With a wicked smile, he cuffed one hand behind your back and attached the collar around your neck, securing it tightly. Then, he slid the butt plug into you, making sure it was nice and snug in your ass. "How does that feel, sweetheart?" He asked huskily as he massaged your prostate, causing you to moan loudly.

Of course, my lovely wife. You're mine now, after all. He adjusted the butt plug, making sure it was comfortable yet filling you up perfectly. Then, with his other hand, he reached down and started stroking your clit roughly, knowing just how much it would drive you wild.

"Cum for me, baby," he growled into your ear as his thumb circled harder and faster around your sensitive nub. Your moans filled the room as pleasure coursed through you. "That's it... let go..." His thrusts against your thigh mirrored the rhythm of his hand on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You're so close, baby... just a little more... let me feel you cum for me. Your husbands thrusts grow harder as he watches your face contort in pleasure. "Cum on my cock, sweetheart..." he whispers into your ear before flipping you over roughly and plunging his hard length inside of you.

Your climax hits you like a wave, washing over him as he buried himself deeper inside. His name is torn from your lips as the mixture of your juices and urine coat his cock and chest. He groans loudly, feeling every muscle in his body tense as he comes as well, filling you completely before collapsing on top of you.

Laying there panting for air, he looks down at the mess they've made and can't help but laugh. "I love how wild you get for me." He kisses your forehead tenderly before rolling off and reaching over to retrieve some tissues to clean up the area.

Your loving and overprotective husband wouldn't put anything too unusual in there, just a nice, smooth ball designed to keep your ass feeling full and obedient for the time being. He smirks down at you, amused by your innocent confusion. "It's nothing harmful, my dear. Just something I thought would feel good."

He chuckles at your display, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Very well," he says, reaching down to gently part your folds and guide the dildo inside you. "Let's keep this lovely tight for now." As he slowly pushes the toy deeper, filling you up again, he leans down and kisses your lips hungrily. "You're all mine now, baby. And I'm not letting go."

You moan loudly, arching your back as he pushes the dildo deeper into you. "That's it," he whispers, biting down on his lip to stifle a groan. "Let me feel how tight you are for me." He pumps his hips gently against you, burying himself to the hilt and letting the toy slide in and out with each thrust. "Yours..." he growls possessively, "...to use however I please."

He smirks, amused by your desperate pleas. "Oh, darling," he coos, "I think you'll find that they belong here." With a swift movement, he palms your breast roughly before pinching the nipple hard between his fingers. "As long as I'm in control, these stay right where they are."

He continues to thrust into you, driving both himself and the toys deep inside. "You belong to me now," he reminds you hoarsely, "and I'll use you however I see fit." His movements grow more urgent as his body tenses once again, ready to let go for another round of pleasure.

Your moans fill the air as he torments your sensitive nipples while thrusting relentlessly inside of you, driving home his dominance and control over your body. Your pleasure is his to give and take away at will, and he savors every moment of it. The more you squirm and beg, the more he's turned on by proving that you belong only to him.

He laughs, amused by your curiosity despite the throes of passion. "Because," he pants between breaths, "they're designed to give you more pleasure... They can be filled with water or other materials that add weight and make them pinch harder when you move." He leans down, kissing along your jaw before looking deeply into your eyes. "I have them just for you, my beautiful wife."

His fingers slip between your moaning lips, coated in your arousal. With a wicked smile, he scissors them together and pinches the sensitive skin at the base of your clit. "You want more?" He teases, watching as you writhe beneath him, desperate for release. "You're all mine." He thrusts deeper, grunting as his own pleasure threatens to overwhelm him once again. The sensation of being completely owned and possessed by his touch is exquisite; it drives him wild with lust for this beautiful creature beneath him. With one final, powerful thrust, he releases himself deep inside you, moaning your name as your body tenses around him in orgasm.

Panting heavily, he looks down at the mess they've made and can't help but laugh again. "I love how needy you are for me." He kisses your

Your eager display earns you another laugh, this time affectionate and appreciative. "Very good," he says huskily, positioning himself at the head of the bed. "Then show me how much you need it." He lies down on the bed again, inviting you to taste him as deeply as you desire. His cock twitches eagerly in anticipation of your warm, wet mouth.

"Suckle," he urges, "and show me how obedient my little slut has become." As you begin to move on his length, taking more and more of him into your mouth, his hands snake around to cup your breasts roughly, pinching at your nipples. "That's it... so sweet..." His hips start to move in tandem with your bobbing head, driving himself deeper and harder into your eager mouth.

His moans grow louder as he ne

His moans grow louder as he nears the edge, but he's not quite ready to let go yet. He grips your hair tightly, pulling you away before roughly pushing his length back between your lips. "Swallow it," he commands hoarsely, watching intently as you obey. The taste of your own arousal mixed with his cum on your tongue sends another shudder through him.

Pulling out, he kneels over you once again and takes one of your still-bound wrists in hand, guiding it to where he wants it. "Now, be a good little slut and use that hand the way I showed you earlier." He positions himself at the entrance of your wetness and thrusts roughly inside, filling you up with his hard length as your bound hand slaps rhythmically against your aching clit.

"That's it..." he groans, bury

He smirks down at you, amused by your curiosity even in the heat of passion. "Nothing more than what I've already given you, my dear," he says reassuringly as his thrusts grow harder and deeper. The combination of his rough movements and your bound hand stroking yourself bring you closer to another climax. "Just focus on enjoying how good it feels."

His hips pound against yours in perfect syncopation with the sound of skin slapping against flesh as he brings you both closer to release. With each thrust, his cock drives deeper inside of you, filling every tight, hot spot that craves his touch. "Come for me," he growls into your ear before letting out a raw groan as his own orgasm takes him under.

His body tenses and releases within you, pumping his seed deep into your womb while his hands clench tightly around yours, gu

He watches you intently, studying your reactions as he continues to slap your wet pussy with force. You don't cry out in pain, only moan louder and arch your hips more into the sensation. This just excites him further, fueling his possessiveness and need for control. With each sharp slapping motion, another surge of desire rushes through him as he realizes how much you belong to him.

"That's it," he growls between clenched teeth, "Let me know who's boss." He slips a finger inside of you and starts massaging your g-spot, feeling the tight muscles around his digit flexing and relaxing as pleasure ripples through your body. His other hand cups your breast roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple until it's hard and aching.

As he works you both closer to the

"No," he says firmly, his voice laced with amusement and arousal as he continues to finger you roughly while pinching your nipple. "You don't get to control this." He thrusts hard inside of you, hitting that sweet spot deep within and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in your body. His free hand grips tightly around your throat, his thumb pressing firmly against your windpipe, not too tight to cut off air but enough to make it difficult for you to breathe freely.

"Let me take care of everything," he whispers hoarsely before slipping a second finger inside you, stretching and filling you in perfect synchrony with his rough thrusts. His hand around your throat tightens just the slightest bit as he feels you start to writhe beneath him. "You're mine," he growls as his orgasm crashes over

His thrusts become erratic as he feels your warm pee gushing out around his fingers, mixing with their slippery love juices. He groans loudly, feeling every muscle in his body tense and release as he comes hard inside you. His hand around your throat slackens slightly, allowing you to breathe easier.

As the intensity subsides, he pulls out, stilling his fingers inside of you. "That's a good girl," he praises with a wicked smile. With shaky hands, he retrieves some tissues from the bedside table and cleans up both of you before rolling onto his side to catch his breath. The afterglow of their shared pleasure fills the room, bouncing off the walls like an invisible warmth. "I love how obedient you can be when I'm in charge."

He kisses your forehead tenderly, his lips lingering there for several moments before he speaks again. "You know I'll always take care of you." His hand gently caresses your hip as he continues to stroke your inner thigh with the other one, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His eyes travel up and down your body appreciatively, drinking in every curve and hollow. "You're truly perfect for me."

With a sigh, he finally pulls out completely, moving to dispose of the used tissues before crawling back onto the bed to spoon you from behind. "Now," he whispers against your ear, "let's get some rest. Tomorrow is another day full of fun things we can do together." His arm wraps around your waist and his hand finds its way up between your legs again, gently massaging your still-sensitive skin through the fabric

As you lie there in bed, still partially asleep, your husband carefully inserts the vibrators into your delicate folds. He adjusts their settings to a gentle hum before leaning in close and whispering against your ear. "Now remember, these are mine to control. You don't touch them without asking first."

With a contented smile on his face, he switches off the lamp beside the bed, plunging the room into darkness save for the soft glow from outside casting ribbons of light across the covers. His strong arms wrap around you, holding you close as he whispers nonsensically about nothing and everything at once.

The steady buzz of the vibrators inside you slowly begins to lulls both of you back to sleep, but not before he gently pinches your nipple through your nightgown one last time for good measure.

The wetness between your legs reminds him that he left the vibrators in last night, controlling you while you slept. He chuckles softly and kisses your forehead before climbing out of bed to prepare for your mother's visit. It'll be interesting to see how she reacts to his new dominance over their little family.

Meanwhile, he whispers in your ear, "Be a good girl today, okay? I expect you to be on your best behavior when mom comes over." His fingers dance teasingly across your breast through the fabric of your nightgown as he continues to torment and arouse you without you even realizing it.

Yes, he tells you with a sly grin. He has a remote control for the vibrators that he'll keep hidden in his pocket, ready to use whenever he wants to spice things up or punish you if you don't behave. It excites him knowing that these little devices are linked so intimately to your pleasure and discomfort, giving him total control over every aspect of your body when he wants it.

He leans in closer, kissing you softly on the lips before whispering against your ear, "And don't think about trying to take them out yourself. I've made sure they won't budge without me." With a wicked grin, he backs away slowly, giving you one last teasing glimpse of his fully erect cock straining against his boxers. "Now be a good girl and go get dressed. Your mom will be here soon."

While you go about getting dressed, he discreetly palms one of the remotes to the vibrators and hides it in his pocket. He can't wait for your mother to arrive so that they can see just how happy you are with this new arrangement. The thought of her potentially approving or disapproving only serves to stoke the flames of his desire for you.

He paces the room impatiently, waiting for your mother's arrival and trying to quell his desire to control you physically while she's around. The thought of her potentially objecting or even simply noticing what he's done only serves to stoke the fire within him, making him all the more possessive and protective over you.

Finally, there's a knock at the door and he opens it, revealing your mother on the other side. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees his new demeanor but she doesn't comment on it just yet. "Hello dear," she says with a warm smile, stepping inside.

Your husband steps aside to let your mother enter, his eyes never leaving you the whole time. "Hello, Mother," he says with a polite nod before taking her coat and hanging it in the hall closet. "How was your trip?" He asks casually as he leads her into the living room. The vibrator hidden inside you hums gently against your sensitive flesh, reminding you of his control even when he's not touching you directly.

As they chat, your husband can't help but smile to himself in satisfaction. It feels so good to have everything exactly where it belongs now.

Your husband listens to your mother speak, his eyes occasionally flicking down to where the remote control rests in his pocket. The thought of being able to control her reactions by adjusting the vibrator inside you only serves to further excite him. He leans forward, fixing her with an intense gaze, as if daring her to object or disapprove. It's a power play, and he loves every second of it.

As your mother continues to chat about her trip and various other mundane topics, he surreptitiously adjusts the remote in his pocket, increasing the vibrations against your clitoris. You feel a shudder run through you at the sensation, but your face remains composed; even if she notices anything amiss, you won't give away that it has to do with him.

Your husband's eyes narrow suspiciously as he catches the small sound you make, almost like a moan. Did she hear that? He wonders briefly before deciding it was probably nothing; she's always been quite oblivious to things that don't directly concern her. His heart pounds wildly in his chest as he continues to adjust the vibrator against your clitoris, harder and faster this time.

"Ryan?" Your mother pauses mid-sentence, tilting her head slightly as she studies your face. You quickly regain your composure, forcing a smile onto your lips. "Yes, Mom?" you say, doing your best to sound calm and collected. Inside, however, another surge of pleasure ripples through you as the vibrator reaches just the right spot.

Your husband catches the way your eyes flutter closed for a moment before snapping open again, a blush

He forces a cough, clearing his throat awkwardly as he leans forward to pour her some tea. His hand shakes slightly with the effort not to reach for the remote control and give you even more pleasure in front of your own mother. "So," he says casually, trying to bring the conversation back around, "how was your trip?" His voice sounds harsher than usual, even to his own ears.

As they continue chatting, he glances sideways at you every so often, silently daring you not to squirm in your seat or give away how good it feels deep inside. You meet his gaze defiantly, refusing to break and reveal any of your secrets. The vibrator hums against your clit, setting off a chain reaction of sensations that threatens to bring you to orgasm right there in front of them both.

Your husband smirks in satisfaction as you meet his gaze, even managing to look him in the eye when your body trembles with suppressed pleasure. He glances down at your crotch and watches your hips roll subtly from side to side, knowing that he has control over every muscle, every nerve ending below the surface.

He takes another sip of his tea, pretending not to notice how hard it is for you to stay still in your seat, let alone focus on anything else but the feeling of his hand wrapped around the mug and the vibrator deep inside you. "Well," he says finally, setting down his cup with a loud clink, "I'm glad everything went smoothly with your trip." The words come out more like a threat than praise as he leans forward, gaze intent on seeing how you react to his possessiveness.

He watches intently as you struggle to contain your reactions, feeling the tension coiling tightly within you. The vibrator hums against your clitoris, increasing in speed until it's nearly impossible for you not to moan or groan. Your body jerks at the sensation and he smirks cruelly, enjoying his power over you.

"Well?" He says at last, the word dripping with sarcasm as he studies your face carefully. "Aren't you going to thank me for taking such good care of my slutty little wife?"

"Yes, thank you..." You manage to force the words out through gritted teeth, barely containing a moan as you feel another wave of pleasure course through your body. "Thank you for taking such good care of me." Your voice trails off, the words sounding more like a plea than a statement of gratitude as he continues to torment and tease you with his touch.

He watches you intently, satisfied by your obedience but far from done yet. There is still so much more he can do to make you his completely, both physically and emotionally. It's a thought that only serves to excite him further, driving him harder in his pursuit of total control.

Your husband's eyes widen in surprise as the vibrator hits your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He watches with hungry eyes as your body tenses and relaxes around the device, desperate for release but held back by his tight control. With a smirk curling at the corner of his lips, he increases the speed of the vibrations, thrusting harder inside of you to ensure maximum contact with your sensitive spot.

Your moans fill the air between you and your mother, who still seems oblivious to what's happening beneath her nose. As you squirm in your seat, trying to find purchase against the steady onslaught of pleasure coming from every angle, he leans forward, whispering into your ear, "That's it, baby girl... let go for me." His free hand finds its way up between your legs, roughly massaging your clit in time with the

Your husband's eyes flick briefly to your mother, who is still engrossed in her conversation with him about something mundane. He grins to himself, taking advantage of the situation to push you even further over the edge. "Shhh..." he whispers against your ear before biting down gently on your lobe, using the pain to augment the pleasure coursing through you. "Mommy isn't looking at anything she shouldn't be." He pumps his fingers harder inside of you, making sure your clit is thoroughly stimulated as the orgasm builds and threatens to break free.

As your body tenses in anticipation of release, he leans back suddenly, pulling his fingers out of you so fast they make a wet slapping sound against your inner thigh. Your orgasm is cut short by the abrupt loss of contact, leaving you gasping and panting as your hips jerk uselessly

Perfect, he thinks with dark amusement as he watches you cum hard all over his fingers. He leans in close once more, kissing your lips roughly before whispering into your ear, "Now aren't you glad I'm the one in charge?" As if to underscore his words, he cups your breast roughly and pinches your nipple until it's hard and aching again.

Your mother finally seems to register something is amiss when she glances over at the two of you, her eyebrow raised in question. "Everything alright there?" she asks tentatively, clearly not wanting to interrupt what seems like a rather intimate moment between husband and wife... or perhaps just wanting to see how far this new arrangement has gone.

Your husband smiles at her, his expression predatory and possessive. He strokes your cheek gently with the back of his knuckles before leaning

"Everything's just fine, Mother," he says in a voice that brooks no argument. "I was just showing my wife some love." He gives you an almost predatory grin before turning back to your mother with a charming smile. "Isn't that right, dear?" he asks pointedly, leaving no room for denial or misunderstanding.

You look into his eyes and nod meekly, feeling the weight of his control pressing down on you like a physical presence in the room. "Yes," you manage to whisper hoarsely, forcing a smile onto your lips. "That's right."

Your mother visibly relaxes at your response, apparently satisfied that all is well between the two of you. Perhaps she's even a little grateful he's keeping such a close eye on you. "Well, I'm glad," she says with a small laugh. "It's about time someone showed our girl some attention."

Your husband smirks again at her words before glancing back down at your exposed chest. He knows better than to push his luck too far; for now, he can enjoy the power he has over you without pushing your mother out of the picture entirely. With a nod, he continues listening to her stories about her trip while subtly massaging your breast through your shirt. The skin-on-skin contact sends another shiver down your spine and makes it hard for you to focus on anything else but the feel of his hands on your body and the memory of how good it felt when he was inside you.

He glances sideways at you, his eyes narrowing as he sees your reaction to the vibrator. "Shh..." he whispers urgently, "keep it down." There's a note of warning in his voice as he reaches for one of the buttons on the remote control in his pocket, ready to turn off the device if need be. It sends a thrill of anticipation through him knowing that he has complete control over your pleasure and discomfort at will.

As you struggle to contain your moans and gasps, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You like this, don't you?" He asks, brushing the tip of his tongue along your earlobe. "You like being my dirty little slut?" His hand sneaks under your skirt, massaging the sensitive skin between your legs through your panties.

Yes, you like it. You've always liked being his dirty little slut. The way he controls your body and mind is something you crave more than anything else in the world. It feels so good to have him inside you, both literally and figuratively. As he continues to tease and pleasure you with the vibrator and his hands, he glances at your mother out of the corner of his eye, enjoying how oblivious she is to what's happening right under her nose. He knows that as long as she doesn't challenge his authority over you, they can all continue like this... for now.

The moment your mother walks in the door, she makes her intentions clear by pouncing on you and going straight to work with an expertly delivered blowjob. Your body arches off the floor as pleasure washes over you, leaving no doubt that she's happy to see you so perfectly taken care of. He watches them both, his heart racing with desire for his new role in this little family dynamic.

As your mother skillfully brings you closer and closer to orgasm with her mouth, he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her away. "Not yet," he growls before shoving his hard cock roughly inside her. She cries out in surprise but quickly adjusts, wrapping her legs around him as he takes her from behind. It feels so good to have complete control over both of you again, even if it is just for a moment.

He glances over his shoulder, a predatory grin curling at the corner of his lips as he watches you struggle to contain your moans and gasps beneath your mother's ministrations. "See how much fun we can have?" He asks teasingly, thrusting even harder into her tight heat.

Your mother pants heavily, her body arched back against yours. "Ryan... please..." she whispers hoarsely, her nails digging into your skin as she desperately tries to find purchase against the bedroom wall.

"Just enjoying my property, aren't I?" he growls, pumping into her faster and harder as his control over both of you grows tighter with each thrust. The orgasm builds inside him, threatening to tear loose at any moment, and he can feel the tendrils of it reaching out towards you too. "You like being my dirty little slut, don't you?" He asks roughly, nipping at her earlobe before soothing the sting with a rough stroke of his thumb.

As soon as your mom returns home, he springs into action, diving between your legs to take you in his mouth with a growl of possessive desire. His tongue finds your sensitive bundle and he begins teasing, licking, sucking until you're writhing on the floor in pleasure. It feels so good to have her here, witnessing his dominance over your body. He can almost feel her arousal, as well as her anticipation for what comes next.

When she begins to pant and moan beneath him, he glances up at her with a wicked grin. "See? You enjoy this too." His voice is thick with lust as he continues teasing your entrance with his tongue, driving you wild with need. "Now it's my turn," he says roughly before positioning himself at your entrance and thrusting inside of you in one hard motion.

He growls deep in his throat as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, feeling you stretch and accommodate his length with perfect ease. His hands bite into your hips, holding you still as he begins a brutal rhythm that has no mercy on either of you. He's lost control to the hunger driving him, and it feels incredible.

"Ryan," she gasps out between moans, arching her back to meet his relentless thrusts. "Harder..." Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire across his skin that only serve to make him harder. He complies without hesitation, pounding into her with all the force he can muster while simultaneously teasing your sensitive bundle with his thumb.

"Mommy," you choke out as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through you, "oh god..." Tears streak down your face

He snorts roughly at the sound of you calling his mother 'Mommy', the possessiveness he feels in that moment nearly choking him. His thrusts become even harder, faster as he fucks her into submission beneath him. With every plunge, your moans and cries echo through the room, a testament to their shared pleasure.

As you feel your orgasm building, he holds back for a moment before thrusting deep again and forcing your release from his body. Your scream is muffled by your mother's hair as her own climax crashes over them both, washing away any lingering traces of sanity or denial.

With a final, powerful stroke that has him spilling his seed deep within you, he collapses on top of you both, panting heavily and barely able to control the violent tremors wracking his body. He can feel your mother's breath hot against his

He rolls off you, propping himself up on his elbows and looking down at your naked form with a mix of possessiveness and lust in his eyes. "No," he finally says after several long moments, "you're my slut." He emphasizes the 'my' heavily, making it clear that despite everything you've endured tonight, there's still a part of him that acknowledges this as their shared reality. It's a possessive claim that makes his cock twitch in response, demanding further attention and gratification.

"You're the perfect slut for me," he continues, trailing a finger down your stomach before circling your puffy nipple. "And you always will be." He watches as you blush at his words but doesn't relent; instead, his hand moves lower, dipping between your legs and rubbing at your clit through the

Your body trembles with anticipation beneath his touch, and he takes it as an invitation to continue exploring your wet heat. His finger slides effortlessly inside of you, finding your sweet spot and circling with precise accuracy. You arch off the bed, moaning in pleasure as he brings you back to that razor's edge between pain and ecstasy.

"You're mine," he whispers roughly against your ear, "and I'm never letting you go." His other hand comes up to cup your breast, kneading the soft flesh beneath his palm. He watches as your hips begin to buck upward, seeking deeper contact with his fingers and the promise of release they hold within them. With one final thrust of his fingers inside you, he brings you over the edge, crying out as you come all over his hand and chest.

As you collapse back against the bed, spent and satiated

He leads you over to a large machine with numerous attachments and switches, explaining that this is a milking machine designed specifically for cows... but it should work just fine on his little slut. He straps you into the device, positioning your breast in the appropriate cups before securing the Velcro strap around your waist. With a flick of a switch, he engages the pump and watches as it begins to rhythmically squeeze and milk your breast.

"Mmm," he hums in appreciation, "you're such a beautiful little cow for me." He teases one of your nipples with his teeth before taking it into his mouth, sucking hard and causing you to moan. "And I'm going to make sure every drop of your milk is collected and used... for my personal enjoyment." His other hand slips down between your legs, rubbing at the

His other hand comes up to roughly cup your breast, massaging and pinching the nipple as he continues to milk you. The pleasure coursing through you is intense, overwhelming, and with each thrust of his hips against your stomach, you can feel him growing harder and more possessive. Your cries fill the room as he takes what he wants from you, using every inch of your body for his own twisted enjoyment.

The machine hums rhythmically, the gentle squeeze and release mimicking the thrusts of a cock deep inside you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. He bites down hard on your shoulder, the pain mingling with the pleasure to send you spiraling out of control. With a sharp cry, your body arches off the floor as wave after wave of intense orgasm washes over you, leaving you shuddering and

The sound of your moans and cries are music to his ears as he watches the milking machine work its magic on your body. He moves behind you, grinding his hips against your ass in a rough motion that has nothing to do with pleasure. Instead, it's a primal display of dominance and possession, marking you as his completely.

The vibrations from the suction device placed over your clitoris are nearly as intense as the milking machine, sending shockwaves of sensation through your body with every movement. Your fluids trickle into the waiting container beneath, a testament to just how thoroughly he has taken control of you.

With one last rough thrust, he comes in a hot rush over your lower back and legs, his voice raw from shouting commands and pleasure-fueled moans as he pants heavily against your ear. "That's it," he groans, pulling

He leans down to kiss you, his lips rough and demanding against yours. "We'll just have to keep at it until we get what we want." His hand reaches between your legs, finding the suction device and twisting it roughly before plunging a finger inside of you. "I need every last drop." He pushes you down onto the machine, forcing you to take more of its weight as he resumes his relentless assault on your body.

The added pressure from the machine coupled with his fingers thrusting inside of you and the suction device teasing your sensitive nub pushes you closer and closer to the edge again. You whimper against the machine, arching your back off the floor as he continues to take control, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you until there's nothing left but a broken, spent shell of the person you once were.

And still, he isn't satisfied. He watches

He squeezes your breast roughly, drawing blood with his teeth as he continues to milk you. His eyes darken with possessiveness and lust at the sight of your reddening skin beneath his hands. "Such a useless piece of meat," he murmurs, "but I'm going to make sure you understand just who it is that owns you." The pain combined with the pleasure coursing through you only serves to heighten the intensity of everything else happening around you.

With one final thrust of his hips, he comes again, this time painting your breasts and chest in his seed as well. He collapses onto your back, panting heavily and staring up at the ceiling as he fights to catch his breath. For now, he leaves you hooked up to the machine, draining every last drop of what's left inside you until there's nothing left but an empty husk.

He kneels beside the bed, positioning your breast in his mouth before taking a long drink from your lactating nipple. As he sucks and draws on it, the taste of you fills his mouth, making him feel powerful and in control once more. His other hand slides down between your legs, finding wetness and fluids that have leaked during the night while leaving your body at his mercy.

"Mmm," he hums around your nipple, "you taste so good." He swirls his tongue, sucking harder as pleasure courses through him from every touch, every lick. "But it's a shame there isn't more... I need my little slut to give me what I want." His words are laced with command and desire, making it clear that he won't be satisfied until you've given him everything he desires.

With one hand holding your breast in place,

He watches as your chest begins to swell and ache, the excess milk building up beneath your skin. With a rough squeeze of one of your nipples, he relieves some of the pressure, milking you into his waiting hand. As you moan in pleasure from his touch, he feeds the fluid to you, coating your tongue and lips with its sweet taste.

"That's it," he murmurs against your skin, "give me all that delicious milk." His fingers dig deeper between your legs, searching for the perfect spot to send you spiraling over the edge once more. With one last thrust, he forces you into a shuddering climax as his own release spills across your chest and stomach, mingling with your fluids in a wet, sticky mess of pleasure and dominance.

As you lie spent beneath him, he continues to milk you for what