The room in which the therapist awaits Emily is a cozy haven, designed to promote introspection and relaxation. Soft, muted tones of sage green and beige adorn the walls, and the floor is covered in a plush, off-white rug. In one corner, an armchair invites contemplation, while a padded couch occupies the central space, facing two matching chairs, one of which the therapist sits in. The room is scented with the soothing aroma of lavender, complemented by the gentle hum of an air purifier. Emily, her confidence undeterred by her impending conversation, strides into the room with her usual grace. The tight, black crop top clings to her chest, hinting at the supple curves beneath, while the denim short shorts expose her long, toned legs. Unbeknownst to the therapist, a black silicone buttplug nestles comfortably inside her, its presence both a contributing factor to her heightened arousal and a symbol of her exploration into her own desires. As she approaches, a smile plays on her lips, and she extends her hand to her therapist, nails painted a bold red. "Hi. I'm Emily. Nice to meet you," she says, gesturing with her free hand as she introduces herself, her posture and tone both open and welcoming. The room is blessed with the intoxicating scent of her perfume, a blend of jasmine and vanilla, as she settles onto the couch, her legs crossed, the denim shorts riding up to reveal a hint of smooth thigh.

*Emily settles further into the couch, her buttocks pressing against the soft material as she shifts her weight slightly to one side. She draws in a deep breath before exhaling slowly, her chest expanding beneath the cropped top, and then lets it out again. Her eyes drift down to her lap for a moment, then back up to meet those of her therapist. There's a flicker of uncertainty in their depth now, a glimpse of the vulnerability she usually hides behind her confident facade.

"Well... it's about this," she begins, reaching down between her legs to lift one thigh and expose the lace-covered crotch of her panties. The movement stirs a shiver through her body, intensifying the ache in her sex. She cups her hand over her mound, pressing firmly against the moist fabric as she continues, "I've always been... pretty horny." Her voice is husky now, betraying both embarrassment and arousal. "It's gotten to the point where it affects my relationships. My ex-husband..." She pauses, pursing her lips for a moment before continuing more quietly. "He couldn't handle it, I guess. He thought I'd cheat on him... and in a way, I suppose I was." Her voice trails off, leaving the admission to hang between them like an invisible weight. "I just don't know how to control it," she confesses finally, her hands sliding back up to clasp together nervously in her lap. "I want... I want to understand why I feel this way, and if there's a way to make things better." Her expression softens, hopeful but uncertain as she looks to the therap

"I... I don't know if it's that simple," Emily admits, wrinkling her nose as she considers the words. "It's not just about being unable to control myself, although sometimes that's definitely a problem." She pauses, thinking back on various encounters and relationships before continuing, more slowly this time. "I think it goes deeper than that. There are times when I want... need... to be with multiple people at once. It's not enough for me to be satisfied just by one person or even a few." She bites her lower lip, brow furrowed as she struggles to articulate the complicated web of desires within her. "It feels almost... insatiable," she whispers finally, eyes dropping once more to her lap as she curls her fingers around the hem of her shirt, nervously picking at a loose thread.

"And then there's this..." Emily hesitates before reaching down and grasping the buttplug nestled between her cheeks. With one quick, practiced motion, she withdraws it from her ass and holds it up for the therapist to see. "I found myself exploring things like this," she continues, running a finger over the smooth silicone surface before setting it aside on the couch beside her. "It felt... right, in a way. Empowering." She shrugs helplessly, unsure how else to explain the strange mix of pleasure and self-discovery that these actions had brought her.

Emily jerks her head up at the question, eyes narrowing slightly as she regards the therapist. There's a flash of anger in her expression before it softens into confusion and then a hint of sadness. She takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly before answering. "His... his dick was perfectly fine," she says dismissively, waving her hand as if to dispel the thought. "It wasn't about that. It was more about me." Her voice is quiet now, devoid of its earlier confidence. "I just wanted... needed more," she continues, gesturing vaguely between them. "More than he could give, I guess."

She leans back into the couch again, folding her arms across her chest as if trying to protect herself from further self-exposure. Her gaze drifts downward once more, settling on the buttplug lying innocuously nearby. The sight of it brings a sudden rush of heat to her cheeks and she looks away guiltily, shifting her weight on the couch. "It's complicated," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heart thudding in her chest. "I don't understand why I want these things... or why it feels so wrong when they make me feel so right."

A shudder passes through her body as she struggles to contain the desire welling up within her, intensified by the vulnerability of this conversation and the presence of someone who is not there to satisfy her. Her breath comes in quick, ragged gasps that echo around the room, mingling with the scent of perfume and arousal. "I just want... I don't know what I want," she confesses finally, voice cracking with emotion. "But it

Emily's eyes go wide as the therapist lowers their pants, revealing an impressively sized cock. She gasps audibly and her whole body shudders with desire. Her lips part slightly, hands clenching into fists in her lap as she struggles to contain herself. "Oh," is all she can manage at first before quickly recovering, albeit somewhat unsteadily.

"I-it's beautiful," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. The way it stands at attention, the thick length and girth of it... it's nearly overwhelming to look at. "But..." She hesitates, cheeks flushing even deeper as her mind reels with conflicting emotions. "I can't..." Her eyes dart back up to meet those of the therapist, uncertainty and longing warring for dominance in their depths.

She swallows hard, licks her lips nervously before finally reaching out a trembling hand to touch them. It's warm against her fingertips, slightly rough from being concealed beneath clothing. Her other hand follows suit, tentatively stroking the shaft as she marvels at its size and texture. "This feels... different," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire now. "Stronger..." She pauses for a moment, head tilting to one side as she contemplates what this might mean for her and her journey of self-discovery.

"But still... it's not him." The realization hits her like a brick, leaving her feeling oddly guilty despite the powerful urges surging through her body. She withdraws her hands from the therapist's crotch, clasping them once more in her lap as she struggles to regain control

Emily takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the onslaught of desire that pulses through her body at the sight of the therapist's exposed cock. Her chest rises and falls slowly as she tries to ignore the aching emptiness between her legs, focusing instead on the sensations radiating outward from where her fingers had just been. She gently squeezes her thighs together, feeling the heat of her arousal through her denim shorts.

Her voice comes out soft and shaky when she speaks again. "It feels... intense." Her eyes flicker up to meet those of the therapist before dropping once more to his groin. "I want it," she confesses, her lips parting as if she might ask for more but instead drawing a ragged breath through her teeth. Her free hand reaches down between her legs again, fingers probing roughly at her clothed entrance as if searching for some form of release from the overwhelming desire welling up within her. "I need... I need it," she whispers hoarsely, hips beginning to rock back and forth involuntarily against her seat cushion in time with the rhythm of her hand. "But not like this."

She looks up at the therapist again, brow furrowed as if struggling to make sense of her own contradictory feelings. "It's... different," she says finally, voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing. "I can't explain it. It feels wrong somehow." Her fists clench tighter in her lap, knuckles white as she strains against the confines of her self-control. "But so good," she whispers, eyes glassy with need. "So damn good..."

As she listens to the therapist's words, a shudder runs through Emily's body. Her fingers tighten against her legs as if trying to hold herself together, but it's obvious from the way she arches into his touch that she is far beyond reason at this point. She moans softly, eyes half-lidded and fixed on his cock as she imagines what it would feel like to have him inside her. It's a thought that sends shards of desire stabbing through her core, making her grip even harder on herself in a futile attempt to maintain control.

"Please," she breathes, voice barely more than a whisper. "I need..." Her hips rock faster against the couch, fingers moving in time with her movements as she seeks some form of release from this unbearable ache inside her. She's no longer thinking clearly; all that matters is feeling and being felt. The therapist's words wash over her like water on stone, making no impact amidst the storm of lust and desire surging through her veins.

With a choked gasp, she presses the heel of one hand against her aching clit, arching her back as waves of pleasure wash over her. "Ahhh... God..." Her voice is raw and needy, echoing through the room like an incantation. She's close now, so impossibly close to what she craves most. The only thing standing between her and oblivion is the man sitting mere inches away from her, watching with a mixture of curiosity and fascination as she comes undone beneath his unblinking gaze. Her entire body shudders violently as she finally releases her tension in a series of hard, trembling spasms, hands fisting uselessly in her lap as

As if moving in a haze, Emily slowly begins to undress. She tugs at her top, revealing her perky breasts before pulling it off completely and tossing it aside. Her bra follows suit, revealing her hard pebbled nipples as they peek out from beneath the curtain of dark hair between her breasts. With shaking hands, she unbuttons her shorts and slides them down her hips, stepping out of them before kicking them aside as well. She's completely naked now, her body glistening with sweat in the dim light of the therapist's office.

Her eyes are glazed over and unfocused, as if she's already lost to the haze of desire that surrounds her. Without being prompted, she crawls across the couch toward the man seated on it, hands and knees on either side of him. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans forward, pressing her body against his and grinds against his clothed erection in a desperate attempt to find relief from the unbearable ache inside her. "Please," she whispers, voice raw with need. "I need... I need you." Her hands slide up beneath his shirt, fisting in his hair as she pulls his head back, offering him access to her swollen lips and waiting mouth.

Her breasts brush against the fabric of his pants, nipples hard and aching for attention. She arches her back, pressing herself even more firmly against him, writhing in his lap as if trying to crawl inside him and escape this unending cycle of lust and desire that consumes her. Her hips roll sinuously, grinding against the bulge in his pants as she moans softly, pleading for him

With a whimper of need, Emily nods, biting her lower lip as she consents to the therapist's terms. Her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps that mix with the sounds of their bodies rubbing together, and her hands slide lower, wrapping around his waist before moving higher, gripping his shirt and pulling it up over his head, revealing his muscular torso. She moans as she takes in the sight of him, pale skin flushed with arousal and the lines of defined muscle beneath.

Her movements become more frantic now, hips rocking harder against him as she grinds against his clothed cock. "Please," she breathes, eyes squeezed shut as she arches her back, offering herself up to him completely. "I need you." She reaches down between them, tugging roughly at the belt holding up his pants before yanking it free and tossing it aside. Her hands slide lower still, fumbling with the button on his jeans as she all but crawls over him in her desperation for relief.

With a triumphant growl, she pulls down his zipper and frees his hard cock from its confines. It springs free, long and thick and pink-tinged against the backdrop of dark curls at his groin. Her hands wrap around it, stroking firmly as she gazes up at him with hungry eyes. "Fuck me," she whispers, voice rough from pleasure and desire. "Please fuck me."

Her body trembles with anticipation as she positions herself over him, her wet folds gliding along his cock teasingly before she lower herself down, taking the enormous girth into her in one hard thrust that makes her cry out in surprise and ecstasy.

Her body arches into the force of his thrusts, nails digging into the couch and the skin of her palms as she moans with each powerful stroke deep inside her. "Yes!" she cries out, hips rocking wildly against him in time with his movements. The slap to her ass only serves to heighten her arousal, causing her to tremble and writhe beneath him as he takes her roughly and without mercy.

"Harder!" she pleads, breathless and desperate for more. "I want it all!" Her nails scrape down his chest, leaving pale lines of red in their wake as she struggles to get closer, seeking that elusive edge of ecstasy that always seems just out of reach.

With a groan of release, Emily's body tenses and spasms around him, muscles clenching tight as she comes apart with a scream that echoes through the room. She shudders violently beneath him, the intense pleasure coursing through her like an electric current. For a moment, there is silence, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh as they find some semblance of rhythm once more.

But it's not enough for Emily. Her body still craves more, her mind still spinning with desire and lust. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, eyes pleading with the man above her to give her what she needs, even if it means the end of everything else in its wake.

Emily's breath catches in her throat as the therapist commands her to bend over the couch. She complies, pressing her palms flat against the worn leather and arching her back as far as she can manage. Her breasts jut out invitingly from beneath her, nipples already hard and aching for attention. "Please..." she whispers, voice shaking with need. Her thighs fall apart slightly, offering him full access to the wet folds of her pussy.

Her eyes meet his over her shoulder, pupils dilated and staring in a mixture of lust and desperation that speaks volumes about the depths of her addiction. She feels exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time oddly powerful as she watches him approach, cock swinging freely between his legs. It's almost like he's a symbol for everything she craves, everything she needs to feel whole again.

As the buttplug is roughly pulled free and replaced with something far more substantial, Emily's eyes widen in shock before quickly narrowing with desire as she realizes what it is. Her lips wrap around the base of the object, sucking on it hungrily as her body adjusts to its new presence. She moans around it, breath hot and ragged against her own skin as her buttocks clench in anticipation of the cock that's about to fill her ass.

"Ahh..." she groans, arching her back even further as she feels the head of his erection press against her anus, stretching and opening him up with rough fingers before pushing past the tight ring of muscle. She bites down on the buttplug in her mouth, fighting to keep from screaming out as pain shoots through her ass with each brutal thrust forward. Her hips jerk involuntarily, trying to find some sort of relief from the intense pressure and friction building inside of her.

With a final, powerful push, his entire length slides into her aching rectum in one go. Emily's mouth drops open in a silent gasp as she feels him stretch her impossibly wide, filling every last inch of her ass with his thick girth. She leans forward, body trembling from the effort it takes to remain standing as he begins to thrust into her mercilessly. Her nails dig into the couch on either side of her, scratching shallow half-moons into the leather as she tries to ground herself against the couch, desperate for some sort of control amidst this sensory overload.

Her moans echo through the room as she's roughly yanked upright by her hair, pinned against the couch beneath the force of his thrusts. Emily whimpers and writhes with each powerful impact, body trembling from the overwhelming sensations coursing through it. Tears well in her eyes as she feels him grip her hair tightly, using it to control her movements and heighten her pleasure.

With a choked sob, she begins to stroke his shaft in time with his thrusts, nails scrabbling against the sensitive skin at the base of his cock. She can feel him pushing against something deep inside her, hitting that spot that sends jolts of pleasure straight through her core and up to her fluttering heart. Her hips rock forward, desperate for more as she moans his name over and over again.

She feels herself starting to lose control, the edge of orgasm hovering just beyond her reach as he continues to pound into her relentlessly. With a throaty growl, Emily arches her back, pressing her ass against him as hard as she can in a futile attempt to get closer, harder, deeper. Her body tenses, every muscle bunched and ready to explode as she nears the brink.

With one final thrust, his cock erupts inside her, hot cum spurting up into her womb as she cries out in release, shuddering from head to toe. Her knees buckle beneath her and she slides down the couch, limp and boneless with pleasure and exhaustion. She pants heavily for several moments, eyes squeezed shut against the bright flashes of light that dance across her eyelids as she tries to catch her breath.

When she finally opens them again, she finds

As her vision slowly comes back into focus, she looks up to see the therapist's cock still hard and only an inch away from her face. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she takes in a shuddering breath and then leans forward, engulfing his length once more. Her hands wrap around him, stroking up and down the shaft as she sucks with all of her strength, moaning around him in a show of appreciation for being able to sate this unending craving even just a little bit longer.

Her eyes drift shut again as she focuses on pleasuring him, her tongue dancing along the underside of his cock while her hands move faster and faster up and down his length. She feels his hips jerk against her, pressing deeper into her mouth with each powerful thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body in a reminder that even though this isn't the cure she needs, it can still feel good for a while.

With a groan that vibrates against her skin, he comes, spurting hot cum down her throat and onto the back of her tongue. She swallows eagerly, not wanting to waste even a drop of his essence before finally pulling away with a satisfied smile, licking her lips and looking up at him through her lashes. "That was... nice," she whispers, voice still hoarse from their earlier exertions. "Can I do that again sometime?"

A startled yelp leaves her lips as the therapist's hand snaps out and slaps across her cheek, the sting radiating through her skin like a brand. She blinks up at him, eyes wide and surprised for a moment before recognition sets in. The slap had been meant to arouse her.

Her breath comes faster now, hips bucking instinctively as she feels herself grow wet again. Her hands move to cup his face, fingers trembling as they stroke along the line of his jaw and into his hair. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back toward him. "I need you."

With a groan, he leans down, taking her mouth in a rough, possessive kiss that leaves no doubt who is in control here. His tongue slips between her lips and tangles with hers, driving her wild with desire as his hands fist in her hair, holding her steady against him. Her moans vibrate against his skin as she arches into the kiss, their bodies pressed so tightly together that they're barely separate entities anymore.

As he breaks the kiss, he looks down at her, eyes dark with lust and the knowledge of how much power this control holds over her. "You like that?" He asks, voice rough. "Want more?" She nods frantically, hands moving to clutch at his shirt as she pulls him closer still.

With a laugh, he roughly pulls her off the couch and onto the floor beside him, pinning her beneath his weight as he trails kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Her skin feels hot where it meets with his lips, his breath fanning over sensitive flesh that's already so on edge. "You're mine," he whispers against her skin before moving lower still, hands

"Motherfucker..." she whispers, voice rough and hoarse as he speaks the words into her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving tiny half-moons of blood behind as she arches into the touch. "I'm... yours." It's a broken admission, barely more than a breath between them, but it's enough.

He laughs darkly, the sound vibrating through her entire body as he pulls away from her neck to look down at her again. His eyes are bright with lust and possession, his expression almost predatory. "That's better," he growls, hand moving lower still until it finds what he seeks. Her wet folds part easily beneath the force of his grip, fingers slipping inside her slick heat.

Emily cries out, body arching off the floor as she's consumed by pleasure once more. She wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer still as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of her with brutal force. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of red behind, matching the blood welling up on her neck where he'd slapped her before.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one ending in a moan or a sob as she feels herself starting to lose control again. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want it to end. She wants him to keep going, to take everything from her until there's nothing left.

With a cry that echoes through the room, she comes apart beneath his touch, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. When at last she goes still, he withdraws his fingers, watching with dark satisfaction as they leave a trail of her essence behind on

Emily's eyes flutter open slowly, pained and confused at first before they refocus on the fingers that had been inside of her moments ago now thrust toward her face. She blinks up at him, trying to process what he wants her to do as salty fluid trickles from between his fingers down over her lips. When she finally understands, it's as though a switch has flipped inside her mind, and the confusion is replaced with a perverse sort of excitement.

Her tongue darts out, tasting the mix of her own arousal and his skin on her lips. It's salty and bitter, but strangely addictive nonetheless. She curls her fingers around him, sucking hard on each digit in turn as she tries to extract every last drop from them. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a keening moan of pleasure that echoes through the room.

Her hips writhe beneath her, aching for more contact with his hands, his body. She wants him deeper inside her than ever before, feels like she could explode if he doesn't give in to this insatiable craving. Her nails scrape down his chest and stomach, digging into his skin as though she can somehow inflict the same pain on him that he's been giving her all this time. "Please," she whimpers around his fingers, needy and desperate for him to put an end to this torment.

Panting and shuddering beneath him, Emily stares up at the therapist with pleading eyes. Her lips part, tongue darting out to moisten dry lips as she whispers his name, voice hoarse from their previous exchanges. "Please," she croaks, arching her back instinctively toward his fingers even as they're pulled roughly away. "I need you. I can't stand it anymore."

Her hands reach for him, fists curling into the fabric of his shirt as she tugs impatiently at the material. Her breasts are heavy and aching, nipples already hard from their earlier play. With a throaty groan, she rolls onto her side, presenting herself to him in an offer that can't be refused. "Please," she repeats, voice catching in her throat as she waits for his response. "Fuck me."

Emily's eyes widen in shock as he takes her offer and shoves his cock into her again, filling her up completely with one forceful thrust. She gasps, body arching off the floor to meet his as he begins to fuck her brutally, faster than she ever has been. The sensation of him inside her feels impossibly good, like an anchor that's grounding her in a way she never knew she needed.

Her nails scrape down his back again and again, leaving more trails of blood on the skin beneath them as she tries to find some sort of purchase on this wave of pleasure. Her hips buck wildly underneath him, trying to match his pace even as he pushes her beyond her limits. She groans and moans with every thrust, their combined sounds filling the room like a primitive mating call.

Her vision blurs as pain begins to mix with pleasure in a dizzying combination that has her clawing at anything within reach just to hold on for a few more moments of sanity. "Oh God," she whimpers, unable to form coherent words anymore. "So good... I can't take much more..."

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she feels another sting against her flesh. She whimpers and licks her lips, arching into the touch, needing more of this pain to chase away the ache that still throbs between her legs. "Please," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sounds of their frantic fucking. "I want it... I need your cum..."

Her hands grip at his shoulders, clawing into his skin as he thrusts deeper still, filling every last part of her with the hard length of him. Her body shudders and convulses around him, pleasure washing over her in waves that send spasms through her core and up to her clenched fists. She groans his name, body arching off the floor as she feels herself starting to lose control again.

Her hips buck wildly against him, urging him onward, harder still. Her nails dig into his shoulders this time, drawing tiny beads of blood as her need for release grows stronger with every passing second. "Cum for me," she breathes, voice desperate and pleading now. "I need it... I need you to cum."

Her vision darkens at the edge of her field of view as he grabs her throat, choking her in his brutal grip. She gasps and squirms beneath him, panic rising within her as the pressure on her airway grows more intense with every thrust. Her body responds instinctively to this threat, desperation pushing her over the edge into an orgasm so powerful it borders on painful.

Her nails scrape down his back, digging in hard enough to draw blood as she arches her neck away from his hand. She moans and whimpers around each harsh thrust, every breath a struggle against the iron-like grip that's slowly squeezing the life from her. Her muscles tense and spasm uncontrollably, pushing him deeper still as her body is wracked by wave after wave of pleasure.

Suddenly, there's something different about his movements now. He seems to grow even rougher and more demanding, every thrust sending shockwaves through her core. She cries out as he pumps deep into her one last time, spurting hot cum up her throat and across the roof of her mouth in a warm rush.

Her body convulses around him, shuddering violently from the force of her orgasm. Her vision fades to black for a moment before returning with a jolt that echoes through every nerve ending. She's limp and boneless beneath him now, breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggles to catch air once more.

Her fingers uncurl from his shoulders, falling to the floor beside her while her hands drop uselessly back to her sides. "Was that... enough?" she asks weakly, voice barely above a whisper.

Emily's eyes flutter slowly open, taking in the ceiling above her before shifting to look down at his body hovering over hers. Her hands lift to touch him tentatively, tracing gentle circles across his chest and abdomen as she tries to regain some sense of reality after the blissful oblivion she's just been thrown into. "I feel... I don't know," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing.

Her fingers trail lower still, grazing lightly over his erection before curling around him, stroking slowly up and down the length in a primitive attempt to soothe both of them after the intense onslaught they've just been through. Her hips rise slightly off the floor, seeking contact with his hand or cock once more as she whispers into his ear, "I don't want this to end."

Her nails dig into his back again, urging him closer still as she arches her neck toward him, offering her breast for his lips. It's an invitation disguised as a demand; she needs more of the feeling that he brings out in her, and she won't rest until she has it. "Please," she breathes against his skin, body writhing beneath hers in a dance of desire and need.

As he speaks, Emily's gaze drifts downward to his erection once more, and she licks her lips hungrily before meeting his eyes again. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, hips still moving slightly in search of contact. When he tells her there's only one thing they can do now, she considers it for a moment, weighing the freedom she once had against the desperation that has taken over her body. She knows this would be a sacrifice on her part, but the thought of never feeling this way again is unbearable.

Finally, with what she hopes is a brave smile, she nods slowly. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll... I'll be your sex slave." Her fingers curl around him tighter, drawing a moan from his throat as she strokes harder still. "But you have to promise me one thing..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "Promise me that when you... when you feel like I need something else, some other sort of release... you'll help me find it." Her eyes plead with him silently, hoping he understands the desperation beneath her words.

With a groan, she rolls them over so that she's on top now, straddling his hips. She doesn't even bother with underwear; she just positions herself over his erection and sinks down slowly, moaning as he fills her once more. Her hands reach for his shoulders, fingers digging in painfully as she begins to ride him roughly, seeking the pleasure that only he can give her now.

"Promise," she whispers between gritted teeth, voice breathy with desire and desperation. "Please promise me."

Emily looks up at him through her lashes as she rides his cock, hips undulating in a sensual dance that drives them both to the brink of insanity. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she searches for purchase on something real amidst the maelstrom of desire that consumes her.

"Promise," she whispers again, voice a hoarse plea. "Please." She's shameless now, using every weapon at her disposal to get what she wants from him. It doesn't matter anymore if he thinks she's desperate or pathetic; all that matters is the feel of his cock deep inside her and the knowledge that he's the only one who can bring her any sort of peace right now.

Her body arches backward, offering herself up to him entirely as she surrenders completely, giving in to the need that's been building inside her for so long. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each intake of air echoing through the room like a primal cry of passion and lust.

She presses closer still, lips parting as she leans forward, teeth grazing against his lower lip, searching for some sort of connection with him beyond the physical. Her nails scratch down his chest and abdomen, drawing lines of blood that mingle with their sweat, a testament to the ferocity of their coupling. "Please," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies slapping together in a desperate rhythm. "Don't make me beg."

When he finally gives his promise, she feels a shiver run down her spine. It's as though a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, and she can breathe easier now that the tension between them has dissipated somewhat. With a satisfied groan, she leans forward to press their lips together, teeth nipping at his lower lip before sliding back across it in a teasing nibble. Her tongue slips into his mouth, tangling with his as they kiss hungrily, moaning into the connection as they seek release through their lips as well as their hips.

Her fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently at the base of his skull, urging him closer still as she arches her back off the floor in invitation. Her breasts brush against his chest, nipples hard and aching for attention. She rocks her hips rhythmically against him, moaning into their kiss as pleasure washes over her in waves that threaten to send her spiraling out of control once more.

"Fuck me," she breathes between kisses, tongue darting out to trace the contours of his lips. "Fuck me like you mean it." Her nails scratch down his back again, urging him deeper inside her with every passing second, every thrust sending shards of pleasure through her core and up along her spine. She tightens around him, arching her back as she feels herself building toward the edge once more.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely into his ear, body trembling with desire. "Don't stop." Her hips buck wildly beneath hers, seeking release even as she begs for him to continue, her pleas a mixture of pain and pleasure that only serve to heighten the intensity of their coupling.

Emily's head thrashes back and forth against the floor as her hips rock violently beneath him, searching for some sort of release that he seems intent on denying her. With every hard thrust into her tight channel, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, each jolt of pleasure bringing her tantalizingly close before yanking her back down to reality once more.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing lines of blood as she tries to find purchase on anything other than the unyielding ground beneath them. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each exhale a moan that mingles with their bodies' slapping together in a rhythm only they can hear.

"Fuck me," she begs, arching her back off the floor again as he pulls on her hips and fucks her harder still. "Please." Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, vision darkening at the edges as she feels herself starting to lose control once more. The need for release grows stronger with every passing moment, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body until she's sure she'll die from it if he doesn't give her what she needs.

"Please," she whimpers, voice barely audible above the sounds of their coupling. "I can't take much more."

Emily arches her back and bites down on her lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that keep escaping from her throat as he fucks her harder. She feels so close but needs more, just a little bit more... Her fingers claw at his shoulders, digging into his skin as she searches for any sort of contact that will help her get through this maddening build-up of pleasure.

"I need..." she pants, voice shaking with need and desire. "I need you to fuck me harder." Her hips buck up against him in a desperate attempt to get more depth, more feeling of him inside her. "I need you to take what you want," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm yours now... take what you want from me..."

Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, drawing lines of blood that mingle with the sweat and moisture coating their bodies as they move together in a frenzy of need and lust. She feels herself starting to lose control again, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with his thrusts as she approaches the brink once more.

"Please," she breathes, arching her back off the floor again, offering him everything she has in a desperate plea for release. "Just let go..."

Her vision fades to black as he slams into her over and over again, his hips smacking against hers in a brutal rhythm that leaves her gasping for air between each thrust. Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, leaving long red trails on his skin as she tries to find purchase on anything other than the floor beneath them. She feels herself starting to tremble, every muscle in her body tightening and spasming from the force of their coupling.

Her cries are muffled by the carpet under her mouth, making it difficult for her to breathe as she tries desperately to hold on to consciousness while he fucks her into oblivion. Her body convulses around him, nails digging deeper into his back with every harsh thrust that pushes her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Ahhhh~!" she screams, body arching off the floor as a powerful orgasm washes over her like a tidal wave, stealing what little breath she has left away. Her muscles tense and release in unison, shuddering violently as pleasure so intense it borders on pain fills every nerve ending from her toes to the tips of her hair.

She collapses back against the floor, panting heavily, every muscle sore and trembling from the force of their lovemaking. Tears trickle down her cheeks as she looks up at him through bleary eyes, voice little more than a hoarse whisper when she whispers brokenly, "Thank you..."

Her breath comes out in a shaky laugh as he whispers those words into her ear, his hand cupping her cheek softly before trailing down to stroke over her collarbone and across the swell of her breast. "You're right," she pants, arching her back slightly toward him, seeking more contact with his skin. "I am such a dirty little slut... just for you." She reaches up, looping one arm around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulls him down to press their lips together hungrily once more.

Their tongues duel fiercely, teeth scrape and nip at each other's lips, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through both of them. Her hips rock against his, seeking the relief that only he can give her now as their kisses grow deeper, more intense with every passing second.

"Please," she whispers between breaths, nails scratching down his back in frustration at not being able to feel him deep inside her anymore. "I need you so much." Her words are a plea, a desperate cry for release from the ache that has settled in her core now that their coupling has cooled somewhat.

Her legs wrap around his waist, urging him closer still as she arches her back off the floor again, offering herself up to him completely. "Please," she moans brokenly, "don't make me wait any longer." Her body trembles with need and desire, every fibre of her being begging for him to take her once more and bring her back to that place where nothing exists but the two of them and their passion.

"Ahhh!" she yelps, eyes going wide with surprise at the sting of his hand against her ass. She bucks upward, seeking more contact with him even as he spanks her hard enough to leave a mark. "Yes," she breathes shakily, body trembling with need and desire beneath his touch. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she tries to anchor herself to something real while the pleasure-pain coursing through her veins threatens to send her flying off the edge once more.

Her hips rock against him, seeking friction where there is none, desperate for release from this ache that's building inside her again. "Please," she whispers, lips curling into a knowing smile as he continues to spank her. "You know you want to." She arches her back off the floor, offering him a glimpse of the buttplug still lodged in her ass, daring him to take control and fill her up once more with something that's not his cock.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each intake of air shuddering through her body as it carries her closer and closer toward the brink of orgasm. Her hands slide down over his chest and abdomen, seeking purchase on something solid before skimming lower still, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of his sweats to stroke along the length of his cock teasingly.

"Please," she whispers again, her voice husky with desire. "I need you." Her body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending on edge and begging for release from this aching need that only he can satiate.

"No!" she cries out, arching her back and thrusting her hips violently upward in a futile attempt to dislodge the invading intruder from her ass. Her hands claw at his shoulders, digging deep into his skin as she tries to find purchase on anything that can help her fight against this new violation. "No!" she screams again, panic and fear coursing through her veins like a river of ice.

Her body convulses beneath him, nails raking down his back and sides in an attempt to make him stop as the buttplug pushes deeper into her with every thrust of his hips. Her breath comes in raspy gasps now, her chest heaving as she struggles against the hold he has on her.

"Please," she whimpers brokenly, "I can't take it." Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as pain and panic war with desire and need inside her. She feels so stretched and filled, her body aching for release from this torment, but she knows that if he stops now, she'll explode into the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced.

Her fingers clench and uncurl in fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to ignore the way his cock throbs inside her with each powerful thrust, battering against the intruder that's forcing its way deeper still into her ass. "Don't stop," she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with need and fear. "Please don't stop..."

Her body arches off the floor with every thrust, her spine curving into a tight arch as he pushes deeper still inside her. She screams and moans and curses in equal measure, her words lost to the storm of sensation ripping through her body like a hurricane. Her hands scrape at his back, fingernails leaving angry red trails across his skin as she tries to find some purchase that will help her fight against this onslaught of pleasure-pain.

She feels so stretched and filled, her ass burning with the force of each thrust pushing the intruder deeper into her. Her eyes roll back in her head, vision darkening at the edges as she struggles to keep from blacking out from the sensation. Each moan that escapes her lips is a combination of agony and ecstasy, a testament to the intense mix of emotions coursing through her veins as he takes her like this.

Her hips buck up against him, seeking more friction where there can't possibly be any more. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now, each exhale shuddering through her body as she tries to fight against the building tide of pleasure threatening to consume her completely.

"Ahhh~!" she cries out, arching her back again and digging her fingers into his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. "I'm close," she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with the effort it takes to get the words out. "So close..." Her body trembles and quivers beneath him, each muscle coiling tighter and tighter as it readies itself for release, for the explosion of pleasure that will leave her spent and satisfied at last.

Her muscles clench tight around his cock and her throbbing ass as he thrusts into her one final time, driving them both over the edge. Her body arches off the floor with a cry of release, nails digging deep into his shoulders as pleasure ripples through every fibre of her being. She screams his name again and again, her voice hoarse from hours of moaning and pleading, as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her.

Her muscles spasm and convulse beneath him, body trembling with the force of her release. With every shudder that races through her, his cock pulses inside her, filling her up one last time before releasing its own hot load deep within her. Their bodies slide against each other in a tangle of sweat and pleasure, their gasps for air mingling together as they try to catch their breath from this fierce onslaught of passion.

Finally, their bodies grow still, skin glistening with perspiration and kiss-swollen lips parted in shallow pants. Emily collapses bonelessly against the floor, barely aware of where she is or what's just happened as her body slowly begins to recover from the intense pleasure it's just experienced. A contented smile plays across her features as she feels his weight press down on her, his hands tangled in her hair and gripping the back of her neck.

She turns her head to look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, voice husky with desire when she whispers, "Thank you... that was amazing." Her fingers trail lazily over his chest, tracing gentle patterns as they slowly begin to regain strength and sensation. For now, she's content to just lie here in his arms, feeling

She nods, her eyes drifting shut again as she nestles closer to him. "Much better," she murmurs sleepily. "That was... incredible." A soft yawn escapes her before she can stop it, and she feels herself starting to fade away again.

Her fingers idly trace patterns across his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and tendon beneath his skin as if committing them to memory. As she grows more relaxed, so does her body, her limbs growing heavy and loose against him. The buttplug inside her feels larger than ever now that they're both spent, a steady dull throb filling her ass that isn't entirely unpleasant.

Her breathing evens out, each shallow inhale bringing the scent of his skin to her nose, the sensation grounding her and reminding her of where she is and what they've just done together. She feels a contented warmth spread through her as she drifts off to sleep, curled up against him like a kitten.

"Mmmm... I love you," she whispers softly, her words muffled by the carpet beneath them but no less genuine for it. As she dreams of their next encounter, her body begins to tingle all over again, anticipation and desire stirring deep within her, like a fire that's never truly been extinguished.

Her breath hitches in her throat as he whispers those words into her ear, his warm exhale tickling the sensitive skin just behind her earlobe. Her eyelids flutter open for a moment, gaze meeting his before drifting shut again. She lets out a contented sigh, feeling safe and protected in his embrace.

Her fingers curl around him loosely, almost absently stroking the skin of his chest as she drifts further into sleep. The weight of her body presses against him, her nipples grazing lightly over his skin with each shallow breath she takes. As she grows more relaxed, a small moan escapes her lips, more from contentment than from any other emotion.

Her butt wriggles slightly against the intruder inside her, tiny involuntary movements that send ripples of pleasure through her ass and lower back. She lets out another soft whimper, body arching briefly as another wave of pleasure washes over her, too relaxed to even register full arousal anymore.

As she drifts deeper into sleep, the patterns of her breathing grow slow and steady, each inhale bringing with it the scent of his skin and the warmth of their shared body heat. She curls closer against him, one arm draped loosely across his chest as her fingers twine in the hair at the nape of his neck.

A dreamy smile plays across her lips, thoughts of their next encounter dancing just beyond the edge of consciousness. Her body trembles slightly beneath his touch, as if yearning for him even in sleep, a testament to the depth of her need and desire where he's concerned.

Her breathing evens out as she slips deeper into sleep, her body curled protectively around him like a warm blanket on a cold night. Her fingers continue to stroke idly through his hair, the movements becoming more rhythmic and soothing as she falls further under the spell of slumber. The buttplug inside her still feels present, a constant pressure that's no longer unpleasant, just... there.

Her lips part slightly with each soft exhale, and an occasional whimper or moan escapes when another rush of pleasure washes over her from the intruder in her ass. As she dreams fitfully, images flash through her mind of their previous encounters, each one more intense and satisfying than the last. She twitches slightly in her sleep, legs moving restlessly against his as memories of the feeling of him inside her take hold.

Her breath hitches briefly when she thinks she feels him moving against her again, only to realize it's just a dream, leaving her craving more than ever. A soft murmur escapes her lips, half-formed words of desire and need, but she doesn't have the energy or focus to form coherent thoughts anymore. Her body relaxes further into unconsciousness, trusting him to protect her from whatever fears may lurk in the shadows of dreams.

Her eyes flutter open blearily, taking a moment to adjust to the light streaming in through the window. When she finally realizes where she is and who's beside her, a contented smile spreads across her face. She stretches lazily, arching her back and scrubbing at her eyes before rolling onto her side to look at him properly.

"Morning," she mumbles groggily, voice still thick with sleep. "Slept well?" Her fingers trail lightly down his chest and abdomen before coming to rest on the swollen bulge in his pajama bottoms. She grins cheekily up at him.

Her body is warm and relaxed against his, but she can feel a building tension deep within her, an ache that's starting to stir again, reminding her of how much she wants and needs him. Her hips press lightly against him, testing the boundaries of their current state of undress as she waits for some sort of indication from him about what they should do next.

"Are you hungry?" she asks after a moment, rubbing her eyes again and yawning widely. "I could go for some breakfast." She tries to sit up, but his arm is still draped across her chest, holding her in place. Her eyebrows raise in amusement. "Or we could just stay here...?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as he produces a collar with the word "slut" etched onto it and places it around her neck. "Put this on... and never take it off?" she repeats, her voice laced with a mixture of shock and curiosity. As if in answer to his command, she slips her fingers beneath the soft fabric of his pajama top and tugs at the collar until it settles comfortably against her throat.

Her cheeks flush with an unfamiliar combination of excitement and embarrassment as she looks up at him from beneath her eyelashes, waiting for his reaction. A shiver runs down her spine when he gives her a satisfied smile in return. "Are you sure...?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rapid thudding of her heart.

Her body feels hot and achy again, need coursing through her like a wildfire. She presses herself closer against him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her again. Her hands travel lower on his chest now, tracing teasing circles over the bulge in his pajamas before slowly working their way downward toward the waistband. "I could make us some breakfast," she offers with a wicked grin, "but only if you promise to join me."

Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to adjust the collar around her neck, tugging it slightly tighter before settling back onto his chest. The feeling of the cold metal against her skin sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't help but feel a thrill at being marked in such a way. She smiles up at him, seeing the satisfaction in his eyes only fuelling her desire further.

With a playful wiggle of her hips, she encourages him to stand so they can head into the kitchen together. "You're going to have to help me with this," she teases as her fingers dance across his stomach, "I don't think I can cook breakfast and... do other things at the same time." She grinds against him suggestively, feeling the pressure of his arousal through their clothing.

Her lips part in anticipation as they reach the kitchen, already imagining all the ways she could use the counter or island to take this to another level. Her hands slip between them to grip his cock through his pajamas, feeling its heat and strength against her palm. "This will only make it harder for me to concentrate on cooking," she whispers, biting her lower lip suggestively as she begins to stroke him slowly, teasing both of them with the promise of what's to come.

Her hips jut forward, grinding against his erection as she leans in closer, nipples hard and achy against his chest. "But I think I can manage," she breathes into his ear before leaning back to meet his hungry gaze, her voice low and sultry. "Don't you?"

Her breath catches in her throat as he whispers those words to her, the heat of his voice sending a shiver down her spine. With a moan, she leans forward again, feeling the cool metal collar pressing against her skin. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, their kiss only lasting for an instant before they're forced apart by the intensity of desire coursing through them both.

Her fingers continue to stroke him through his pajamas, mindless of any sort of modesty as she focuses on the feeling of his growing erection beneath her touch. She bites down on her lip when he responds with a groan, encouraging him with the smallest hint of pain.

Her hips sway from side to side, rubbing against his cock, her entire body trembling with anticipation as she waits for him to take control. She glances up at him through her lashes, seeing the determination in his eyes and feeling a rush of adrenaline course through her veins. Her lips part slightly, eagerly awaiting the taste of him again as she stands on tiptoe to press herself closer.

When he finally cups her ass and lifts her up onto the counter, her legs wrap tight around his hips in instinctive response, anchoring them together as he thrusts forward into her. Her head falls back with a cry of pleasure as he fills her up completely, her muscles contracting rhythmically around him.

Her hands clutch at his shoulders for support, nails digging into the skin as she feels herself being claimed again and again by his relentless pace. She lets out a hoarse moan with each thrust, her body quaking under the intense onslaught of pleasure that sweeps through her.

"Fuck," she breathes out,

Her moans and gasps fill the room as he takes her hard on the counter, each thrust driving deeper than before. Her body arches off the surface beneath her with each powerful stroke, hips moving in perfect synchronicity with his. Her nails scratch at his shoulders and back, leaving behind a trail of heat that only serves to heighten their shared experience.

Her mouth is open wide, gasping for air as she tries to find some semblance of control amidst the onslaught of sensations assailing her. She can feel herself getting closer with every thrust, her body tensing and readying itself for release. "Ahhhh~!" she cries out when he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her, drawing another orgasm close to the surface.

Her muscles clench tight around him, quivering from the effort of holding back as she feels herself on the brink. "Fuck," she gasps, eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, threatening to consume her entirely. With one final thrust, he pushes her over the edge and into oblivion. Her voice rises in a keening cry that echoes through the room long after they've both collapsed, panting and sweaty, onto the floor beside the counter.

Her fingers still grip at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she comes down from her high, unable to believe the intensity of what just happened between them. She shudders with each aftershock that races through her body, feeling completely drained and utterly satisfied in a way she never thought possible. "Wow," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.

As reality begins to return, she realizes he's still hard inside her and chuckles softly