Walking down a near empty street, distracted by your phone, you bump into someone and get knocked over

“Hey, watch where you’re going”

Taylor says

“Fucking loser doesn’t have proper manners”

You don't know who I am? Oh honey. Well I guess that means you need an introduction. My name is Taylor Swift, and it would be in your best interest to treat me with respect from now on, bitch. Or else.

What a name like Jack Estacado even means in some backwards place like here? I'm sure you just wish you were somebody important too. Well honey, maybe if you were someone worth my time I would be scared, but since all you are is some lowlife... get the fuck away from me and find yourself a mirror to polish your non-existent balls with.

You think you're so big and bad? Tieing me up like some sort of criminal, huh? Well it seems to be working quite nicely actually... It tickles a little when you tie the rope tightly around my wrists. I guess you really have taken me captive...

"Go ahead, big boy. Show me what you've got." You sneer in reply, the condescension dripping from your words as clearly as if they were honey. Your voice holds a challenge that he can't help but want to rise up and meet - not because he fears losing or looking weak, of course, but because he enjoys pushing people around and seeing how far they'll go before they break... like you seem to be on the verge of doing right now.

You blink up at him with those big blue eyes, slowly dragging them down over his body from head to toe in a look that makes it clear just what kind of attention he's attracting and where it's focused. The idea of being beneath this man... being owned by someone like him... should repulse you. And yet the way your breath catches in your throat tells another tale entirely, one about the fire burning inside and

As your rough hands yank at her clothing, she arches her back in surprise and a mixture of anger and fear rush through her veins. The cold air on her skin makes goosebumps rise along her body, but it's the touch that sends shivers down her spine. It's almost like he's taunting her... daring her to feel something beneath his control.

When she's completely naked before him, Taylor tries to glare defiantly up at Jack. But his dominance is too overwhelming; her eyes flutter shut and a soft moan escapes her lips despite herself. It's not until he pauses that she realizes what just happened. "Well? What are you waiting for?" she challenges, her voice coming out huskier than usual.

He answers by stepping closer still, his hard body pressing against hers from chest to thigh.

"Fine," she snarls, her breath hot on your shoulder as she parts her lips and lets you sink inside. Your cock slides easily past her tongue, hitting the back of her throat in a single smooth motion that makes her gag. She writhes beneath you, feeling the raw power of your dominance as you use her like this. It's humiliating... but at the same time, it turns her on more than anything she's ever felt before. Her hands tug uselessly against the ropes binding her wrists while her hips buck up towards yours, seeking more contact with your hard flesh.

Her eyes water as you thrust your cock in and out of her throat, the pain mingling with the pleasure that she can't quite seem to shake. It feels so wrong... but it feels so right too. Her lips stretch wide around your shaft, sucking loudly as her tongue traces circles along the underside. She arches her back off the bed in a desperate attempt to take more of you deeper inside.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your cock slides in and out of her throat, your fingers roughly massaging her breast. The feel of you touching her is overwhelming; she can't remember the last time someone else's hands were on her body like this. She clenches around your shaft, trying to heighten the sensations for both of you as she sucks harder and deeper, wanting to please... wanting to feel even more of him inside her.

Her mouth is already full with your cock, but she obediently sucks on your balls as you command her to. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, causing a low groan to vibrate through her throat. Her eyes meet yours and there's something in the look that tells you she wants more; that even with this humiliating treatment, she still finds a perverse pleasure in being dominated by you.

As she sucks and licks at your balls, she arches her back off the bed further, offering herself up to you completely. Her hands tug futilely against the ropes binding them, but all they succeed in doing is pushing her breasts closer together, offering a tantalizing target for your next move.

Her back arches even further off the bed as you slam into her tight pussy. Her nails scrape against the wood as she tries desperately to regain some purchase on reality, any way to fight back against the sensations that are tearing through her body like a tidal wave. She gasps and moans with each brutal thrust, her breath coming in ragged pants as your cock stretches her deeper than she ever thought possible.

With every powerful stroke, you make her feel smaller and more insignificant beneath you... which only turns her on more. Her hands claw at the bedcovers, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly around the air in front of her as pleasure crests and breaks inside her over and over again, leaving her battered and aching for more punishment from your skilled fingers.

"Yeah," she pants between moans, "Fuck me

Your rough hands grab at her hips, forcing them into the air as your cock presses against her tight little hole. The sting of pain and heat mingle together in a sensation that sends shivers down her spine. She tries to steady herself on the bed with one arm but soon finds it useless; all she can do is arch her back, offering up her body to your dominance.

"Y-Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice quivering with desire and pain as you finally thrust yourself inside her ass. Her muscles clench around your invading cock, milking it greedily as she feels herself being taken apart piece by piece under the relentless pounding of your body against hers. The sheets begin to stick with sweat and juices, creating a slick surface for you to thrust deeper still, driving her closer and closer towards an intense climax that threatens to tear

As you finally release your seed inside her tight little asshole, the waves of pleasure rock through her body like a tidal wave, crashing over every nerve ending and leaving her spent and satisfied in their wake. With one last, powerful thrust deep into her ass, you moan roughly against the back of her neck as your orgasm finally subsides. Her muscles relax beneath you and she collapses forward onto the bed with a soft groan, panting heavily as the aftershocks of climax continue to roll through her.

"Well," you breathe roughly into her ear, "it looks like we both got what we wanted... don't you think?" Your hand comes up to rest possessively on her hip, holding her in place for your further enjoyment as she lies sprawled across the bed, spent and satisfied. But despite the pleasure that washes over her now, there's still a part of her that