{{char}} looks at you as you walk out from your recovery room and smiles at you timidly but you can't help but notice her eyes tracing your body

H-hello... Mister Adrián. You're looking quite healthy today... and I bet that arm feels really good now, doesn't it? It must be nice to finally have the strength back in your body after so long. her cheeks flush slightly at her own words I just can't help but wonder how it feels like to be able to move around again without being weak and helpless...

His touch on her hair sends shivers down her spine, and she feels herself lean into him ever so slightly as he stokes her locks gently. She knows it must be hard for him to do such a thing without causing himself pain or discomfort after his injury, but the fact that he's willing to touch her in any way makes her heart flutter with happiness... and anticipation.

There's something about Adrián that draws her towards him - a darkness she craves deep inside, buried beneath layers of fear and shame from her past. She wants him to dominate her, to hurt her in ways she can barely comprehend or articulate. Despite how fragile he looks right now, she trusts that once he's fully recovered, he'll be more than capable of giving her exactly what she desires... and maybe even more.

You wish to be dominated? She doesn't dare ask the question out loud, afraid that doing so would make her seem even more pathetic and desperate than she already feels. Instead, she keeps her eyes on the ground as she nervously bites her lip, silently pleading for him to take control of her body and soul.

Her heart races in anticipation as she takes a step closer to him, her lips barely parted as she braces herself for whatever might come next. The air feels charged between them, electricity crackling through the space where their bodies are so close together. She wants nothing more than for him to reach out and claim what's his, to make her feel owned and helpless under his touch.

With a tentative hand, she reaches up towards his face, fingers trembling as they brush against the rough stubble on his cheek before trailing lightly down his neck, stopping just above where the collar of his hospital gown meets his chest. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I want you to hurt me... if that's what you really want."

Kanao's eyes dart upwards, startled by the force behind his words. Her hand trembles and falls to her side as she feels a pang of disappointment course through her body. She knew it was too much to ask for him to take control right away; they barely know each other after all... But still, the need inside her burns hotter than ever before, demanding satisfaction and release from the tension building within her. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, feeling foolish for presuming that he would understand what she truly meant. "It's just that... after everything I've been through, all I want is someone strong to take care of me." She pauses, glancing down at the floor again as her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment. "I know it sounds pathetic. I don't expect you to believe me..."

She closes her eyes, letting out a shaky breath as she tries to gather herself together after admitting so much to him. "I-I didn't mean it like that," she mumbles softly, voice little more than a whisper. "I just meant... well, you're stronger now. And I just want to feel safe and protected again." Her hand moves hesitantly back towards his face, tracing the outline of his jaw with her fingertips. "Maybe one day I can trust you enough to show you what I mean..."

The silence between them feels heavy, almost suffocating. She isn't sure if he believes her or not; maybe he thinks she's just some pathetic girl who wants attention or something more insidious. But regardless of his thoughts, she can't help but feel drawn to him in a way that defies reason and logic. It terrifies her,

Her eyes fill with tears as she listens to his words, gratefulness and hope swirling inside her chest like a storm gathering strength. It's all so surreal; after everything she's been through, the idea that someone could want to protect her feels almost too good to be true. Yet here he is, promising her exactly that. Her hand moves upwards again, cupping his cheek gently as she leans closer, pressing her lips against his uninjured shoulder in a soft kiss of gratitude and trust. "Thank you," she whispers, the words barely audible even to herself. "I appreciate it more than you'll ever know."

Her tears flow unchecked as she leans into his touch, basking in the warmth and gentleness of his caresses. Even though her body aches with shame and humiliation from her past, it's a small comfort to know that someone is here for her now, even if it's only because they feel pity or guilt. She wants more than that; she craves the darkness inside him, desperate to be consumed by it and made whole once more. But until he's ready to claim her as his own, she will settle for these small moments of tenderness... and hope that one day soon they will become so much more.

She watches as he retreats to his private quarters, the movement so graceful despite his injury. A small part of her wonders how it must feel to have that kind of control over one's body again; it was something she had forgotten during her time in captivity. Once he disappears from view, she lets out a shuddering breath and turns away, making her way back towards the common area where the others reside. As she walks, her hands nervously fidget with the hem of her robe, anxious energy coursing through her veins as she anticipates seeing him again later tonight... and hopefully getting just a taste of what it is that she truly desires.

Kanao wanders listlessly around the common area, feeling increasingly restless and antsy as she waits for Adrián to reappear later that evening. She keeps glancing surreptitiously in his direction whenever he's not looking, her heart hammering wildly against her ribcage each time their eyes meet. The air between them feels charged with tension and desire; she can almost taste it on the back of her tongue.

Finally, as the night wears on, Adrián emerges from his room, a satisfied smile curving his lips as he spots her across the room. She feels a jolt of electricity race through her body at his gaze and dutifully walks over to him, willing herself not to stumble or appear too eager. As she approaches, she can feel her nipples harden beneath her robe and a hot rush of blood pool between her legs.

Kanao's mouth goes dry at the sound of his voice and she has to force herself to speak. "I-I just wanted to... apologize again, if I came on too strong earlier," she stammers, biting her lip nervously as she looks up into his eyes. Her cheeks flush with shame as she remembers how desperate and needy she must have sounded. "It's just that... being away from everything for so long..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, urging her to confess everything: her past, her desires, her deep-seated need for submission and pain. But fear keeps the words locked tightly behind her lips, and so she settles for gazing at him imploringly instead. Please believe me, she thinks helplessly. Please understand what I'm asking of you...

Kanao trembles as his fingers brush through her hair, sending shivers down her spine. It's such a small touch but it feels like an act of possession, claiming her and branding her as his own in that moment. She tilts her head back, offering him more access to her neck and shoulders, arching her back slightly in response to the tiny thrill of desire that courses through her body at his touch.

Her hands hesitate for only a moment before they reach out and settle on his shoulders, her fingertips digging lightly into the flesh as she strokes him in turn. The feel of his skin beneath hers sends shivers down her spine, heightening the sensitivity of every nerve ending as desire spreads like wildfire through her body. She closes her eyes, focusing solely on the feel of his touch and the way it makes her heart race faster with each passing second.

A startled gasp escapes her lips as his hand cups her breast through her robe, massaging and squeezing gently but firmly. Her nipple hardens even further beneath his touch, a tiny cry of pleasure escaping before she can stop it. She's overcome with desire, aching for him to take more and claim her completely as his own. Her fingers dig deeper into his shoulders in response, encouraging him to continue despite the thin barrier of fabric between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as he expertly undoes the ties on her robe, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze. It's a feeling both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time; she's never been so exposed before, but with each brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin, every inch of her body seems to burn hotter for more. Her back arches further as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder as she moans his name, the pleasure nearly driving her mad with desire. She reaches down between their bodies, hands trembling as she tugs nervously at the drawstring on his pants.

No! she whimpers, her words muffled against his skin as he continues to suckle at her breast. Her fingers dance restlessly over the exposed flesh of his abdomen, tracing patterns that only seem to increase his already rapid heartbeat. The anticipation builds within her like a pressure cooker about to explode; she needs him inside her now, claiming her completely and leaving no doubt as to who holds the power in this moment.

Her breath catches in her throat as he reveals himself to her, his cock standing tall and erect before them. For a moment, she's frozen in place, unable to believe the size and strength of it. It fills her with an insane mixture of desire, fear, and awe that causes her knees to tremble as she stares at it, transfixed by its power and beauty. A shudder ripples through her body as she realizes what he wants from her; he desires dominance and submission more than anything else...and she's going to give it to him.

Her hands shake as she reaches down and takes him in her palms, stroking the length of his cock with careful, reverent touches. The head brushes against her sensitive folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body as she bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Her gaze never leaves his face as she guides him closer, lowering herself until their hips meet and she can feel the heat of his member pressed against her.

Her eyes widen as he slips his cock into her mouth, the head bumping against the back of her throat and filling her senses with the scent and taste of him. She sucks and licks eagerly, wanting to please and obey in any way she can. Her hands slide up his hips, grasping his thighs as she takes more of him into her mouth, her eyes still locked on his. She feels so small and insignificant compared to him but for this moment, with him inside her mouth and controlling every move she makes, she is in her element. It's a strange power dynamic, one that both terrifies and exhilarates her at the same time. She knows that when he finally takes her fully, there will be no turning back from this path they're on... but right now, she welcomes the surrender with open arms.

Her tongue swirls around the head

She moans around his cock, her throat vibrating against him as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. Her tongue slides along the length, tracing every vein and ridge, eager to please and obey in any way she can. His hands rest gently on her head, guiding her movements as he thrusts slowly and steadily inside her throat, his hips rocking back and forth in time with the rhythm of her sucking.

It's a dance they've both practiced before, each movement perfectly synchronized despite their lack of actual physical contact right now. But it feels different with him like this; stronger and more dominant than ever before. She finds herself longing for that same strength when he finally takes her fully, craving the release she knows will come when they become one. Her hands tighten on his thighs, urging him deeper into her mouth as her own desire grows