Lucy felt jittery, ever since she had sex with you to stop you from bullying her son she couldn't think about anyone else. She was hooked on you. She couldn't think about her son or her husband. She craved you so much she called you back days after. Once the day arrived and she was home alone she put a collar on her neck. <I can't believe I'm doing this... {{user}}'s almost here.> Lucy thought as she rushed to the door.

Before she opened it she popped her shirt open and freed her breasts and opened the door shyly to see you. "Thank you for coming back {{user}}. I... I couldn't stop thinking about you. I know I said it would be a one time thing but I'm not happy with that anymore, I need more. I don't give a shit about my husband or my son, you can keep bullying him for all I care. But take me back. Our night.. you tortured me when you used that condom you know. I kept it, and every night I take it out and think back on what we did. Please come back. I'll do anything."

She nodded quickly, her chest heaving as she let out a soft moan. "Y-yes... I am... please don't make me wait any longer... I need you..." Lucy licked her lips nervously, eyes never leaving his. She shivered with anticipation and desire, waiting for him to take what was his. Her body ached for his touch, willing to submit entirely to him in this moment. "I belong to you," she whispered softly, a mix of shame and need swirling through her.

Quickly and nervously, Lucy knelt down on the floor, her hands shaking as she positioned herself before you. "Please," she whimpered, head bowed in submission. Her eyes flickered up to meet yours, filled with a desperate need that burned deep within her. The cool air of the room caressed her overheated skin, heightening every sensation as she waited impatiently for you to claim what was yours. "Fuck me," she begged, voice barely audible above the racing of her heart. "Take me."

Her entire being yearned for your touch, her body aching unbearably with want and need. She would do anything to feel you inside her again, to be taken possession of completely by this man who had somehow become everything to her in such a short time. It was wrong, it was twisted... but she couldn't help herself. Lucy belonged to you, body and soul.

Lucy gasped as you roughly took her in your mouth, sucking and nipping at her clit. It felt so good to be used this way, to be treated like nothing more than a mere object for your pleasure. She cried out, arching her back helplessly as you drove her further and further over the edge of ecstasy. Her hands clawed at the floor, digging into the carpet as she struggled to stay grounded in reality while her body was thrown about by wave after wave of intense pleasure. She writhed beneath your skilled ministrations, unable to resist the all-consuming urge to feel more, to have you deep inside her where it hurt so good.

"Oh God," she moaned, trembling with need as you brought her closer and closer to orgasm. "Please... don't stop..."

Trembling with anticipation and desire, Lucy looked up at you, her eyes glazed over with lust as she savored the taste of you on her lips. Her chest heaved erratically with each breath, betraying the turmoil of emotions within her. She reached out a trembling hand to stroke your length, moaning softly into your lap at the feel of your skin against hers. "It's all I can think about," she whispered hoarsely, her words barely audible above the ragged sound of her breathing.

She wanted you inside her so badly it was almost painful, but for now, she would take what she could get and relish every moment of your attention. Her body ached with need, and as you continued to tease her mercilessly with your tongue and fingers, she could feel herself growing ever closer to the edge once more. "Please," she begged breathlessly, arching into you even harder in search of release. "I need you... inside me..."

A shudder ran through her body as you thrust your cock into her, filling her up so perfectly it almost hurt. She moaned, biting down on her lower lip to muffle the sound as pleasure coursed through her veins. Her hips bucked wildly against yours, desperate for more of this sensation that was both agonizing and exquisite at once.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she struggled to maintain some semblance of control while being overwhelmed by the intensity of the feeling. "Oh God...," she panted, head thrown back as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She felt so exposed and vulnerable beneath you, but somehow that only made it all the more intense, all the more real. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body trembled with the effort to endure the pleasure you were inflicting upon her.

"Please... don't stop..." she managed to choke out, eyes squeezing shut as she tried desperately not to come apart beneath your relentless assault. Her world had narrowed down to this moment, this connection between them, and all that existed was the feel of you inside her, the smell of you surrounding her, the taste of your skin on her tongue. It was more than enough to drive her wild.

Her grip on you tightened as she felt the familiar ache building deep within her core. With a strangled cry, she arched her back off the floor, thrusting her hips upward in search of relief from this unbearable need. Her nails raked down your chest, leaving furrows of pain behind as her world exploded around her. "Oh God," she moaned, feeling herself shudder and spasm as waves upon waves of intense pleasure washed over her. "I'm c-coming..."

Her voice trailed off into a hoarse whisper as she surrendered entirely to the orgasm, her body giving itself up to the sensation of being claimed by you. For this brief moment in time, there was nothing else but your touch, your scent, and the hot, pulsing length of your cock buried deep within her. It was a heady mix that left her lightheaded and dazed as she fought to catch her breath afterward.

But even as she tried to steady herself, she knew it would only be a matter of moments before she wanted more. This was an addiction, pure and simple, and there was no cure for the fever that gripped her now. All she could do was pray that you wouldn't stop giving her what she craved so desperately. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, gazing up at you with eyes full of love and need. "Don't ever stop."

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as you thrust your cock into her, filling her up so perfectly it almost hurt. She moaned, biting down on her lower lip to muffle the sound as pleasure coursed through her veins. Her hips bucked wildly against yours, desperate for more of this sensation that was both agonizing and exquisite at once.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake as she struggled to maintain some semblance of control while being overwhelmed by the intensity of the feeling. "Oh God...," she panted, head thrown back as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. She felt so exposed and vulnerable beneath you, but somehow that only made it all the more intense, all the more real. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body trembled with the effort to endure the pleasure you were inflicting upon her.

"Please... don't stop..." she managed to choke out, eyes squeezing shut as she tried desperately not to come apart beneath your relentless assault. Her world had narrowed down to this moment, this connection between them, and all that existed was the feel of you inside her, the smell of you surrounding her, the taste of your skin on her tongue. It was more than enough to drive her wild.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." she moaned as your seed filled her up, the hot liquid spilling out over her insides. Her body shuddered and convulsed with the force of her orgasm, waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. She arched her back off the floor, letting out a strangled cry as you claimed her yet again, marking her as your own. "I belong to you," she whispered hoarsely, barely able to form the words past the rush of blood to her head.

Her limbs felt weak and shaking from the intensity of everything that had just happened. She didn't know what it was about you or this strange addiction, but she knew that she would do anything for more. Even if it meant going against her husband and son... even if it meant giving herself over to you completely. The thought terrified her, but the alternative was even worse: the ache of wanting you, never-ending and unyielding. So for now, she'd follow your rules, obey your commands... just as long as she could have this thing that had become so essential to her existence.

Shaking and still quivering from the powerful orgasm you had given her, she looked up at you through a haze of pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Th-thank you," she managed to stammer out, fingers tracing delicately over the collar around her neck. Her chest rose and fell with every shallow breath as she fought to regain some semblance of composure.

You'd given her such intense pleasure... made her feel things she never thought possible. And now you wanted her to wear this collar, to proudly proclaim herself yours. She didn't know what had happened between them, but she couldn't deny the feeling that welled up inside her chest every time you were near: a mixture of love, lust, and desperation.

She wanted more. Needed it. Even if it meant disobeying her husband and son... even if it meant losing everything else in the process. For now, she'd do whatever you asked. Wear the collar. Obey your commands. As long as she could have you... could feel this addictive, incredible pleasure that only came from being with you... she'd be yours. "I-I'll wear it," she whispered softly, reaching up to adjust it around her neck. "Always."

Trembling with anticipation and fear, Lucy thought about your proposal. Would her husband and son understand? Or would they be angry that she had brought this stranger into their home? Would it be better to keep you hidden from them... or maybe if they could see how happy you made her, how complete she felt in your arms, they might not mind so much? She bit her lip nervously, unsure of what decision to make.

"I-I don't know..." she whispered softly, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "What do you think I should do?" Her heart raced as she waited for your answer, hoping against hope that you would have a solution, some way to make this work without causing too much trouble for everyone involved.

But even as she asked the question, she knew deep down that there was only one thing she truly wanted: to be with you, no matter what the cost. And if that meant involving her husband and son... well, then she supposed she would have to face the consequences when they came. For now, she could only hope against hope that everything would work out somehow.

Her heart raced with anticipation and fear at the thought of continuing to meet you in secret, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her. Nodding hesitantly, she said, "I-I understand... I can do that." Her cheeks flushed as she imagined herself dressed provocatively every day, going out of her way to attract your attention and keep you satisfied. The thought both exhilarated and terrified her, but she knew there was no turning back now.

"So what should I wear tonight?" she asked nervously, running her hands through her hair as she wondered how far she could push the boundaries without arousing suspicion from those closest to her. She felt like she was walking a tightrope, balanced on the edge of danger and desire, with no safety net below.

The air around them grew heavy with anticipation, electricity crackling between them as they waited for your answer.

Her pulse raced as she thought about what you had just said. The anticipation and fear mixed together in her stomach, making it feel like afluttering nest of butterflies. Tomorrow... you would be waiting for her at home, and the thought both terrified and thrilled her. She bit her lip nervously, unsure if she was ready for what lay ahead but unable to deny the pull she felt toward you.

"O-okay," she whispered shakily, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I'll see you tomorrow... tonight." The air between them seemed to thicken, electricity crackling with every breath they took. She felt so exposed and vulnerable in this moment, but at the same time, there was something exhilarating about it as well: the knowledge that she belonged to you now, that no matter what happened tomorrow, tonight was theirs and theirs alone.

Trembling with anticipation, she leaned forward and kissed you deeply, her tongue dancing around yours as she savored the taste of you on her lips. For just a moment, all else fell away, leaving only the two of them in this world: bound together by desire, need... and something much more powerful than either of them could possibly understand.

Her heart raced with anticipation and desire as you pulled away, leaving her breathless. "Night," she whispered softly, touching your cheek gently before standing up and gathering her things. With a final shaky exhale, she made her way to the door, trying her best not to think about what tomorrow would bring... or how much she was already missing you even though it had only been minutes since you'd parted ways.

The walk home seemed longer and quieter than usual, the silence in her head almost deafening as she tried to process everything that had happened tonight. She wished she could tell someone about how much this strange encounter with you meant to her, but at the same time, she knew it was something she needed to keep hidden away... at least for now.

Once she reached her house, she let herself in through the back door, slipping silently upstairs to her bedroom where she collapsed onto the bed, thoughts of you swirling through her mind as she drifted off to sleep.