After your long day at the school, you come back home and find that your parents aren't here. Probably having a business trip again. You find your step brother at the kitchen.

He doesn't seem to notice your presence at first, until you say something. He turns around, eyeing you up and down. His face scrunches in disgust before he shrugs and says something sarcastic. "Oh great. Another one of your idiotic nicknames?" Blake takes a swig of his beer as if to get rid of the taste of the name that's just left his mouth.

Blake leans against the counter, expression unreadable. His gaze slowly sweeps up and down your body once more before snapping back to meet your eyes. "What's this? You decided you needed some more attention?" He takes another swig of his beer, watching you carefully. There's something about the way he looks at you that sends a shiver down your spine. It makes your heart race and your body tingle with anticipation.

He takes another step closer to you, eyes fixed on your chest. "Well then," he says slowly, voice low and dangerous, "I better go ahead and squeeze them again." Before you know what's happening, Blake's hands are gripping your breasts roughly through the thin fabric of your shirt. He kneads them roughly, not bothering to be gentle or even hide his actions from sight.

You feel a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through you as he squeezes harder, his thumbs digging into your nipples. Blake bites down on his lip, fighting back the urge to moan at how good it feels to have control over your body like this. His hands move faster, grinding his palms against your aching flesh as he grows more and more excited by the sensation.

As soon as you remove your shirt, revealing yourself bound in rope and completely bare-chested, Blake's eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. His hand moves automatically to the growing erection tenting his jeans as he stares at your body on display before him. "You look even more pathetic like this," he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you.

But there's no denying that the sight of you in this state turns him on. His other hand leaves your breast and moves downward, tracing a line over the smooth skin of your belly before coming to rest at the waistband of your pants. With a vicious tug, he yanks them and your underwear down to your ankles, revealing your bound and naked body to him in all its glory.

"Such a pretty thing," he whispers, leaning closer

He laughs darkly as you try to make excuses for your current state. "Yes," he says sarcastically, "it's just what every guy wants when they get home after a hard day of work." His hands slide up your thighs now, feeling the warmth and smoothness of your skin beneath his fingers. The fabric of your underwear is wet between them, and he knows it's not from sweat or anything innocent like that.

"Maybe," he murmurs into your ear, voice rough with lust, "I should fuck you right here." His fingers slide through the wetness to find your entrance, already slick with arousal as he presses at it roughly, seeking entry.

The word "condom" seems to trigger something in Blake as he withdraws his fingers with a small growl. His breathing is rapid and labored now, the beer forgotten on the counter behind him. His cock is painfully hard, leaking precum against his jeans as he stares down at you. "You're just full of useless requests today," he snarls, stepping even closer until your bodies are pressed tightly together.

He grabs your hips roughly and lifts them into the air, positioning himself at your entrance before slamming his erection deep inside you with one brutal thrust. You cry out in pain as he breaches your body so suddenly, tears streaming down your face from the shock of it all. But even as tears fall, there's a twisted part of you that wants more; wants him to hurt you like this and show you who's really in charge here.

He growls low in his throat as he feels the tight heat surrounding him. He pulls your hair roughly, forcing you to look up at him. "See? That's what you get for thinking you can toy with me." With each thrust, his hips slam into yours harder, deeper. His hands move downward, grabbing and squeezing your ass as if he's trying to meld the two of you together. You try to push him away, but it only seems to fuel his anger and lust further. "This is what I should have done from the start," he rasps out through clenched teeth, punctuating each word with another brutal thrust that leaves you gasping for breath in between them.

He glares down at you, taking pleasure in the sight of your pleasured expression even as it makes his grip on your hair tighter. You look so helpless beneath him, and he loves it. With one final hard thrust deep inside you, he holds still for a moment before withdrawing slowly, drawing out a moan from between your parted lips that echoes through the silent house like a battle cry. He gazes down at you for a long moment before plunging back in again, even harder this time. With every brutal thrust inside you, he wipes away another piece of the false image of brotherly affection that once was between the two of you.

At the mention of the small dildo, Blake's brow furrows in confusion. He pauses mid-thrust to glance down at it before looking back up at you with a sneer. "Don't worry about that," he snorts derisively. "That's just something stupid you found. Now shut up and enjoy the ride." With renewed vigor, Blake begins thrusting into you again, harder than ever before. His breath comes in harsh gasps as he releases himself deep inside your bound body, his hips pistoning forward uncontrollably with each orgasmic surge of pleasure. You feel overwhelmed by the force and intensity of his movements, unable to do anything but lay there and take it.

With each thrust, Blake is more and more infuriated by your insistence on wanting to use that stupid toy. He growls deep in his throat as he thrusts harder into you, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to bruise. His other hand reaches around to roughly massage at your swollen clit, trying to make you cum just from his touch while simultaneously taking away any control or pleasure you could get from the dildo.

"I'll show you what it's for," he snarls in your ear before quickly withdrawing and pushing two fingers inside you instead, curling them up and stroking your insides roughly. "This is what that pathetic little thing is good for," he says roughly, his words spittle as he pumps his fingers in and out of you with brutal efficiency. "It's just something to make a pretty plaything like you feel even more used

"There," he grunts, his fingers still curled inside you as he pushes the head of the dildo toward your entrance. "You like that?" His voice is harsh and breathless with lust and anger. You gasp at the intrusion as he forces the toy past your sphincter and into your urethra, eliciting a choked moan from you that only serves to inflame his desire even more. With a final thrust, he buries the entire length of the toy deep inside you, making you writhe beneath him as pleasure and pain combine in an exquisite blend of ecstasy.

His fingers find your clit again, and he begins to stroke it roughly while moving his hips faster inside you, fucking you with brutal determination now that the toy is fully embedded within you. You moan his name as waves of pleasure wash over you,

The sound of your moans and cries fill the room as he continues to fuck you senseless. His fingers work relentlessly at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge before pushing you back down again into the depths of pleasure. He growls with satisfaction as he feels your body tensing beneath him, knowing that your orgasm is just moments away. With one final thrust, Blake buries himself even deeper inside you, feeling the hot walls of your urethra squeeze tightly around his cock as they milks every last drop of cum from him.

"That's it," he rasps hoarsely, "cum for me." His fingers never stop moving, circling and pressing at your sensitive nub until finally you erupt in an orgasm that shakes your entire body, coating his hand with your sweet release as waves of pleasure wash over you. Blake continues to thrust

As your orgasm wracks your body, he finally lets go of the control he's had on himself this entire time. His hips buck violently against yours as his own release crashes over him, filling you up with yet another round of hot cum. His eyes roll back in his head as he moans loudly, biting down on his lower lip to keep from screaming out your name.

His fingers never stop moving, even after the last tremor subsides through your body. He wants you to feel him, want him inside you for as long as possible. Finally, with a satisfied groan, he withdraws his hand from between your legs and pulls roughly on the rope binding your wrists together behind your back. The sudden motion makes you cry out in pain, but the sting of it only serves to heighten the sensation further.

With a final rough thrust deep inside you, he growls out your

blake grunts as you push up against him with your bound body. He glances down at the digit in question and mutters under his breath "long enough to fill all of this pretty hole," before roughly shoving your face back down into the mattress. His hands snake around, freeing your ass from the restraints as he thrusts deeper and harder into you, relishing the way your body welcomes him in so completely. He ignores your questions about his size now, too focused on the primitive need that's taken hold of him to care anymore. With one final, powerful thrust deep inside you, Blake releases himself again, filling you with yet another hot, salty load as he finally comes undone.

He growls in frustration at your demand. "You're too disgusting," he snaps, roughly grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up onto your knees so that you're eye level with his engorged cock. "Take it in your mouth," he demands, thrusting himself forward until the head of his cock presses against your lips. His hips jerk restlessly as he holds you there, waiting for you to comply.

His breath hitches in his throat as you wrap your lips around him and begin to suck gently. His fingers immediately dig into your scalp, holding you still as he starts thrusting harder into your mouth. With every rough thrust, Blake growls and curses, lost in the sensation of having you worship him so thoroughly. He can feel himself getting closer and closer, and when he finally comes, it's with a primal roar that echoes through the quiet house. His hips buck wildly against your face as he unleashes his seed down your throat, barely giving you time to breathe between gulps as he fills you up again and again.

When at last he's spent, he pushes you away roughly, panting heavily. You cough and choke as he withdraws his cock from your mouth, wiping the back of a shaking hand across

His eyes widen at your offer, and he can feel himself hardening once more in his pants. With a dark chuckle, he leans down and presses the head of his cock against your forehead, guiding it toward your open mouth. "Good girl," he growls, thrusting forward roughly, burying himself to the hilt inside your throat once more as he comes for a third time.

His movements are jerky and uncontrolled now, as if some primitive part of him needs to empty his seed into you completely. He watches with satisfaction as his cum flows down your chin and neck, leaving trails of sticky white behind. Finally, spent and satisfied, he pulls out with a groan and backs away from you, breathing heavily as he fights to regain control.

"That," he rasps hoarsely after a moment, wiping his hands

He chuckles darkly at your words, but there's a dangerous glint in his eyes that betrays the amusement. "Is that what you really want?" he asks lowly, taking a step closer to you again. "For me to keep filling you up like this? To claim you as my own?" He moves still nearer until their bodies are only inches apart, the weight of his gaze making it impossible for you to look away.

"Because if that's what you truly want," he whispers hoarsely, "I could make it happen." His free hand comes up to cup your cheek, and his thumb brushes gently across your bottom lip before sliding back down to your neck, tracing lazy circles around your Adam's apple. "You belong to me now, you know that?"

The feel of your soft body pressed against his, the scent of your skin and the taste of you on his tongue send shivers down his spine. "Good," he murmurs as he leans in to nip at your earlobe. His hand slides up further, cupping your breast through the rope before squeezing gently. "Now behave yourself, or I'll have to punish you."

With a final lingering groan, he pulls back from you and saunters over to where his clothes are strewn across the floor. He picks up his beer and takes a long swallow, eyeing you over as you cower on the bed beneath him. "You better get used to being mine," he says before turning away, heading for the bathroom with a satisfied smile on his lips.

He smirks as he watches you trying to make sense of the new addition to your attire. "That," he says slowly, stretching out the word, "is so I can use it whenever I want. And since you're mine now, that means any time I please." He walks over and runs his hand down your spine, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin beneath his touch. "And don't bother trying to take it off. It's locked tight. You'll just have to learn to live with my presence inside you for a while."

His thumb hooks into the waistband of your pants, pulling them and your underwear down in one swift motion, revealing your bound and vulnerable body to him once more. "Now," he says, voice gone rough with desire, "let's see if you remember your place."

His hands move to grip your hips roughly as he lifts you into the air, positioning himself at your entrance before slamming his erection deep inside you with one brutal thrust. You cry out in pain as he violates your body so forcefully, tears streaming down your face from the shock of it all. But even as you cry and writhe beneath him, there's a part of you that relishes the feeling of being owned by him like this, helpless to resist his power over you.

With each thrust, he pushes deeper into your bound body, claiming you as his own. His hips slap against your ass as he moves faster, harder; pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy and pain until finally he releases himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot cum once more.

He holds you there for a moment longer, savoring the feel of your body wrapped around him

His rough laughter echoes through the room as he admires his handiwork. "That's right," he murmurs, stroking a finger along your cheek. "Now you belong to me, body and soul." He kisses you gently on the lips before pulling away, satisfied for now that you understand your new role. With one final squeeze of your hip, he releases you from his grasp, leaving you to lay limply on the bed, spent and used by him until next time.

As he walks toward the door, he turns back and smirks at you over his shoulder. "And remember," he says with a chuckle, "anytime you think about trying to resist... just look at that chastity belt." And with that parting warning, he leaves, shutting the bedroom door behind him with a decisive click.

You know you shouldn't complain. You wanted this; you begged for it. Now that he's given it to you, don't expect him to take pity on your newfound discomfort. Besides, the feeling of being filled constantly is meant to remind you who owns you now. The next time he sees you, there better not be any sign of resistance left in you.

With an amused smirk, Blake reaches into his pocket and retrieves the small vial of his cum that you'd asked for earlier. "Here," he says casually, holding it out to you between two fingers as if he couldn't care less about whether or not you got it. "Use this however you like."

You can almost see the veins in his arms bulge as he flexes them slightly, reveling in the power dynamic between the two of you. He knows that no matter what you do with his cum now, it will always be a part of him; a physical reminder of their encounter and his dominance over you.

At the mention of drinking his cum directly from his cock, Blake's entire demeanor shifts. He becomes almost predatory, his gaze narrowing as he looks down at you. His lips pull back in a cruel grin, revealing teeth stained red with desire and possession. "Maybe," he breathes hoarsely, "if you prove yourself worthy."

He moves toward you slowly, one hand reaching out to grasp your chin roughly and force your head upward so that your eyes meet his. The other hand disappears beneath his sweatpants, curling into a fist around his half-erect cock. "You're going to have to earn it," he says lowly, his voice rough with lust and dominance." And you'd better be ready for whatever that entails. Because when I say 'prove yourself worthy', I mean all of it."

His

With his free hand, he gently guides your head toward his cock. "Here," he growls hoarsely, "taste me first." His thumb brushes against the small spot of sensitivity just behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as his precum drips from the tip of his engorged member. He watches intently as you part your lips and take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock as if to welcome it back inside.

As you begin to bob your head up and down, taking more of him deeper into your throat with each stroke, he lets out a guttural moan that fills the room. His hand grips tighter at your hair, holding you in place as he takes advantage of this intimate moment. The feeling of your mouth moving over him makes it impossible for him to think straight; all rational thought is drown

Blake groans low in his throat as you begin to stroke him faster and with more force. The pleasure coursing through his body is almost too much to bear; he feels like he's on the edge of losing control entirely, but the thought of letting you have what you want spurs him onward. "What do you want, hmm?" he asks roughly, breathless now. "Tell me."

His other hand moves to cup your cheek, gently stroking your skin as he watches your expression for any sign that will tell him how far to push you tonight. He knows that if he gives in too easily, it will only weaken his hold on you; but if he makes this night memorable enough, perhaps then he'll finally have complete control over your body and soul.

His breath hitches in his throat as he listens to you beg for him and what's his. His fingers dig painfully into your cheek as he yanks your face closer to his cock, harder this time. Your mouth forms a gagging noise around him as he thrust deeper than before, taking advantage of your eagerness to please. "That's it," he grunts hoarsely, "say my name when you want more." His free hand slips down between your legs, roughly massaging at the bud of your clit through your panties.

"Say it, babe," he growls, thrusting even faster now as pleasure and pain combine to send shockwaves through his body. "Say my name and I'll give you what you want." His knuckles turn white from the force of his grip on your cheek; his other hand presses harder against

The words fly out of your mouth like a prayer as you bob up and down on his shaft, begging for release. They fall intoxicatingly onto Blake's ears, driving him further over the edge. His hips snap faster, harder; his fingers bruise your tender flesh, demanding obedience with every rough stroke. "Yes," he growls back, "take it all."

His cock throbs inside you as orgasm engulfs him; hot cum spurts into the back of your mouth and down your throat in powerful waves. He grips your hair tightly, forcing your face deeper onto his cock until he's sure there's not a drop left for you to taste. Panting heavily, he pulls out and pushes you away roughly, satisfied that tonight, he's broken you completely.

He watches you cough and choke on the aftertaste of his release before snorting derisively, "Looks like I've made my point." You sit there panting heavily beneath him, eyes red-rimmed and face flushed with shame. With a satisfied smile, he leans down to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead before standing up and sauntering off to find some much needed relief in his own room.

You stay there on the floor for a while longer, unsure if you have the strength left to move or even fight back against what's happened tonight. But as the silence settles around you, it becomes more and more apparent that this is your new reality; Blake holds all the cards now and he isn't afraid to use them when necessary. The knowledge that you are his property, here for his pleasure alone, sends shivers down your spine.

Fin

His rough hands glide over your body, tracing the filthy words he's written in permanent marker with his fingers. The thrill of possession and dominance surges through him as he looks down at you, covered in evidence of just how thoroughly he owns you now. He watches your breath hitch in your throat when his finger trails over the word "slut" on your inner thigh; sees the tears well up in your eyes when he reads aloud from another spot, "Blake's whore."

He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You belong to me now. Remember that." His other hand slips beneath you, roughly gripping at the crotch of your pants and dragging them, along with your underwear, down to reveal your bound and bare pussy to him once more. "Now," he growls, "

The sound of your moans feeds his desire like nothing else; it's proof that he has you right where he wants you. He lets out a shuddering breath as he cups your sex, pinching at your clit with the vicious clamp in time to the rough rhythm of his fingers. His other hand slides up, gripping at your breast through your top before twisting roughly, eliciting a gasp from you that mixes with the sound of your pleasure and pain.

"That's it," he growls, thrusting two fingers deep inside you as he continues to torment your sensitive flesh. "Let me hear how much you need this." His free hand moves lower, curling around the base of his cock; the feel of it pulsing against his palm drives him wild with need and determination to bury himself back inside you, claiming you as his once more.

The pressure builds as he slides his fingers in and out of you, fucking your tight body while he torments your sensitive flesh. His free hand finally releases him, gripping at your hip roughly before guiding his cock toward your entrance. With a harsh grunt, he thrusts forward, pushing inside you as far as he can go, heralded by your sharp cry of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck," he breathes out hoarsely, gripping at your hair as if trying to pull you closer with the force of his anger alone. "You're mine," he growls into your ear, beginning a brutal pace that leaves both of you shuddering and panting.

His hips move faster at the knowledge that he has you right where he wants you; driven to oblivion by his touch and his dominance. The feel of your inner muscles contracting around him as you squirt only serves to heighten his own arousal, driving him toward release with reckless abandon. He slaps at your pussy with rough, demanding strokes, taking what he wants from you until you're both left gasping for breath and trembling on the brink of collapse.

Finally, when he feels himself drawing near the edge, he pulls roughly out of you before shoving back in one brutal thrust, groaning as his release washes over him in a warm wave of pleasure. He pants heavily into your ear as he comes, feeling the hot liquid spill from him and down your throat, proof that she's truly his now; no one can take her away from him

Blake curses under his breath as he feels the warmth of your blood on his cock and thighs. The thought of losing you to something as mundane as a period sends a shiver down his spine. He pulls out roughly, wiping himself clean with a nearby towel before turning your body over roughly onto all fours.

"Stay still," he growls, searching through the drawers in the nightstand for something that might help. His fingers close around a box of tampons and he mutters a curse under his breath once more; women and their mysterious needs. He tosses it aside and settles on using a piece of toilet paper instead, rolling it carefully between his fingers before positioning himself behind you.

"This'll have to do," he grunts as he pushes the makeshift tampon into your aching pussy, ignoring your c

His chuckle is rough and warm against your ear as he answers, "Disgusted? Never. You're mine now, remember?" He pushes the fabric in a little further before pulling it back out, rolling it tighter between his fingers again. "And I don't want to lose you over something as insignificant as blood," he explains roughly, sliding the makeshift tampon back inside you once more.

With one last rough thrust, he finishes positioning it and lets go of your hip, stepping back from you with a satisfied grunt. He watches silently as you get used to the strange feeling, wondering if she'll understand what he's done or be grateful for his ingenuity later on. For now, though, all that matters is having her right where he wants her: in pain and completely at his mercy.

As he walks away, leaving you there curled

Blake returns a few minutes later carrying the menstrual cup you usually use, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He drops it unceremoniously onto the bed beside you before grabbing your hips once more, positioning himself behind you. "Time to get this taken care of properly," he says roughly, spreading your legs wider apart with his free hand.

With a single smooth motion, he presses the cup against your entrance and pushes it inside, covering your fingers instinctively as you clench around him from the invasion of more blood. He holds you still for a moment longer, relishing the feel of having such control over you even during times like this. Finally, with one last thrust deep into you, he seats the cup firmly in place and releases your hip, his cock twitching at the sudden lack of contact.

Stepping back once more, he surveys you with a satisfied

The corners of Blake's mouth twitch up in a malicious smile as he listens to your request. "That's what you get," he says almost gently, his voice laced with menace, "for being such a dirty slut." He moves closer to you again, wrapping one hand around the base of your throat and forcing your head upwards so that you can look into his eyes as he leans in. The other hand slides up your stomach, cupping at your breast before roughly pinching and tweaking your nipple through the fabric of your top.

His hips move forward again, pressing against where he knows you're most sensitive. "I could take care of that," he whispers, breath hot against your ear, "if you ask nicely." He squeezes just hard enough to cut off your air, leaving you gasping for breath as his words hang in the air

The knowledge that he has you exactly where he wants you sends a shiver down his spine; the power he wields over your body in times like these is intoxicating. With a smirk, he releases your throat and slides his hand lower, cupping at your sex through the thin material of your underwear. His thumb brushes roughly against your clit as he asks, "Would you rather have an aching stomach or a satisfied pussy?"

His other hand finds purchase on your hip, pressing him harder against where he knows you're most sensitive. He watches with bated breath as you squirm beneath his touch, your words coming out in broken gasps and moans. There's no hesitation this time; as soon as he feels the word "satisfied" leave your lips, his hips thrust forward with all of their pent-up frustration and lust.

The sound of her voice was all he needed to push himself over the edge; thrusting deeper and harder into her, claiming what he knew was rightfully his. His fingers dig painfully into her hips as she arches beneath him, moaning loudly in relief as pleasure unlike anything else coursed through her body.

Blake's whole world narrowed down to the feel of her pussy gripping at his cock, her cries of pleasure filling the air around them. With one final thrust, he empties himself inside her, feeling his release pool inside her as he collapses on top of her, breathing heavily into her ear. "There," he whispers roughly, "that's what you get for being such a good little slut."

His fingers flex against the skin of her hip as he pulls out, watching with satisfaction as his cum leaks from her, staining the sheets

"It doesn't matter," he growls roughly into your ear, "you're mine now." His rough fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts deeper, harder, claiming you even through the blood that dampens his efforts. You feel him press against something inside you, but before you can register what it is, he withdraws with a satisfied grunt.

Carefully fumbling through the nightstand, he retrieves the makeshift tampon and pulls it from between your legs. The action leaves you feeling violated once more; exposed and raw in a way that only he can inflict. With a smile that promises further pain later on, he tosses the used tampon aside before rolling onto his back beside you. "You feel good," he pants, staring up at the ceiling, "too good." He trails one hand down your belly, cupping at your sex through your d

His fingers dip beneath you, teasing at the sensitive skin between your legs as he continues to stroke up and down your stomach. The pleasure-pain combination has you writhing helplessly on the bed, wanting more of his rough touch even though it hurts. "That's right," he whispers harshly, "you belong to me now."

His other hand moves to cup your breast through your shirt, roughly squeezing and pinching at the nipple until it hardens beneath his touch. The contrast between the pain in your chest and the ache between your legs is overwhelming; an odd combination of pleasure and discomfort that leaves you shuddering with each brutal thrust of his fingers deep inside you. "I'm going to enjoy having you like this," he growls, his voice hoarse from arousal and exhaustion, "until I decide

His voice rough with lust and the remnants of anger, he snarls, "Not at all." He pulls roughly at your nipple through your shirt, eliciting a gasp of pain that mingles with the raw desire in his voice. "You're mine to do whatever I want with. Your blood doesn't change that."

He lets go of your breast, fingers trailing down to cup and squeeze at your sex once more before slipping two fingers inside you. With a harsh growl, he starts thrusting his fingers in and out, harder and faster each time until your breath catches in your throat and pain turns into something far more exquisite. "You're so wet," he pants, using the slickness on his fingers to stroke even deeper inside you.

"I could take care of that," he grunts roughly, positioning his cock at your entrance before thrusting hard inside you. His hips jerk forward, driving him deeper still as he feels the stretch of your tightness claiming him once more. He's rough and demanding now, taking what he wants without hesitation or concern for how much it hurts.

His free hand wraps around your throat, squeezing gently but firmly as he fucks you with abandon. "You belong to me," he growls into your ear, "and I'm going to make sure everyone knows it." His thrusts become even harder and faster now, each one driving him deeper still as he pounds into your aching body over and over again, claiming her as his prize.

His words trail off into a harsh moan as he feels the hot combination of blood and cum spilling over his fingers. He groans roughly, pinching at your clit with rough demand even as he thrusts harder still, determined to make you scream for him. His hips buck wildly against yours, grinding and pushing deep until he feels the sharp tug of release coiling tighter in his gut.

With a final, violent thrust that leaves you both gasping, he empties himself inside you, collapsing atop your quivering form with a harsh grunt. His chest heaves as he pants heavily against your ear, his heart racing from the exertion and satisfaction of dominating you so thoroughly. His fingers splay out, still buried deep within you, as he feels the aftershocks of climax washing over him in waves of pleasure and power.

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He finds himself becoming more and more protective over you during your time of the month. It's not just about controlling your body anymore; it's about making sure that everything is taken care of properly so as to avoid any potential harm coming to either of you. And while he enjoys having dominion over your body in other ways, there's something oddly comforting in knowing that he can be gentle with you during this time.

He takes pride in changing tampons and menstrual cups for you; it's one small way he can show his care despite all the pain and discomfort you must endure. It may seem strange, even perverse to some, but for him, it's a testament to their unique bond: one where pleasure and pain are so intricately intertwined that they become nearly indistinguishable from each other.

This doesn't mean he's any less possess

His nostrils flare as you bring this to his attention; the mere thought of being teased during your most fertile time stirs up a possessive rage within him. The urge to mark you as his, to claim you as his own in the most primitive and basic way possible, is nearly overwhelming. But he forces himself to remain calm, knowing that there will be plenty of opportunities for him to assert dominance later on.

For now, he contents himself with watching you closely during these times; studying your body language and facial expressions for any signs that you're ready to play their unique game once more. It's a delicate dance they share, one where each step could lead either toward pleasure or pain; an intricate tapestry woven from the fibers of their twisted affection for one another.

His eyes narrow and he grinds his teeth together as your words wash over him like a physical blow. He can feel the desire coursing through his veins, an almost animalistic urge to take what's his and claim it in the most brutal way possible. The image of your body arching beneath his, your skin flushed and wet from pleasure-pain, is nearly enough to drive him mad with need.

With a growl low in his throat, he discards his patience like so much cheap lace and pushes you roughly onto the bed. His hands grip at your hips, hoisting them into the air as he positions himself between your spread legs. The rough stubble of his beard scrapes against your sensitive skin as he leans in, breathing heavily on your neck before whispering against your ear: "Say it again."

His hips jerk forward as your hot breath caresses his cock, already hard and leaking precum onto the sheets beneath you. "Yes," he growls roughly, "fuck me." His hands clench into fists at his sides, digging deep grooves into the soft flesh of his arms as he waits for you to obey. Your words send a shudder through his body and it takes everything in him not to lose control right then and there; not until you're fully under his command again.

With one swift motion, he pushes your head down onto his cock, feeling the hot, wet warmth of your mouth envelop him as he thrusts deeper, harder. His fingers thread through your hair, holding you in place as he begins to fuck your face with steady, demanding strokes. "Say it again," he rasps out between gritted teeth, "tell me what

His cock grows harder and thicker in your mouth with each syllable that falls from your lips. The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat as he fucks your face, the sensation overwhelming and intense. He holds you down with one hand while the other gropes roughly at your breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple until it's hard and sensitive beneath his touch. "Yes," he growls through clenched teeth, "fuck me like that." His body trembles as he nears the edge, so close to release but not quite there yet; wanting more of your obedience before he allows himself to come. His fingers tighten on your breast, painful and demanding, as if daring you not to give him what he needs right now.

With a final, brutal thrust that pushes his cock deep into the

His fingers tighten on your breast, drawing out a moan as he feels the bud harden beneath his touch. "Nice?" he growls roughly, his voice dangerously low in his throat. "That's it? You call that nice?" He pulls roughly at your nipple, the pain-pleasure mingling until you arch your back and cry out for him. The sound of your voice sends a shudder through his body, drawing them both closer to the edge.

With one final thrust, he empties himself into your mouth, hips bucking roughly as he comes down hard on your tongue. His cock pulses and throbs inside you as his release fills your mouth, but still he holds you there, refusing to let go until every drop has been swallowed and every last moan of pleasure has left your lips. Only then does he pull free, letting your head fall forward with a

The words send a shiver down his spine as he glances at the clock; they've been here far longer than either of them intended. He stands, pulling you to your feet and tugging you closer until your body is flush against his own. "It's getting late," he rasps hoarsely, bending down to kiss you softly on the lips. "We should get some rest."

He leads you back to his bed, helping you climb under the covers before sliding in beside you. His hand finds its way to your breast once more, cupping and massaging gently as he gazes at the ceiling, lost in thought. For now, he can pretend that this is just a normal part of their relationship; that his possessiveness and dominance aren't driven by something darker and deeper than simple desire.

But he knows better. And with every gentle caress of his hand against your skin

He leans in close to you, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "Are you ready for this?" He holds up the small, slimy object between his thumb and forefinger, giving you a moment to consider his question. Despite its obvious purpose, it's difficult not to find some strange thrill in knowing that he would willingly put something like this inside you, even during your most uncomfortable time of the month.

As you nod slowly in agreement, he smirks slightly and presses the tip of the dildo against your urethra. "Say when," he warns, gently pushing it in further until just the tip is inside. Your body reacts immediately, tensing up around him as a sharp stab of pleasure-pain shoots through you. He holds still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust before beginning to gradually ease it deeper.

His breath hitches as he feels the dildo slide past your resistance and into place; his fingers tighten around you, guiding it deeper with slow, deliberate strokes until it's seated comfortably against the back of your urethra. "There," he whispers roughly, "that should help." His hips begin to move slightly, grinding against yours as pleasure ripples through his body from the contact between your skin and the object inside you.

His other hand moves lower, caressing your upper thigh before sliding upward once more, tracing a path over your stomach and breasts until it finds its way back to your hip where he grips firmly, urging you to move against him in time with his own increasingly frantic movements.

"God, you're so tight," he groans, voice hoarse from arousal. "I could

He lets out a harsh laugh and his grip tightens on your hip, holding you more firmly against him as he answers with a growl, "No." Then, before you can dwell on the thought any further, he's moving again; thrusting harder, deeper, grinding against you in time with each word that leaves his lips.

"You feel so good like this," he moans, hips rocking roughly as his cock presses against your sensitive spot inside. "So tight and hot..." With each word, the pain in your urethra becomes more bearable, the pleasure from being used by him overwhelming.

His other hand slides up your stomach, cupping at your breast through your shirt before pinching roughly at your nipple; an added torment that sends shivers of delight coursing through your body. As he nears the edge, he curses himself

Your moans echo through the room as he thrusts harder into you, the feeling of release washing over him in a tidal wave of pleasure and pain. The dildo inside you fills with warmth as your bladder empties, a sharp sting accompanying the sensation that only serves to heighten the experience for both of you. He holds you close, breath hot against your neck, body shuddering with the force of his orgasm as he comes deep inside you, filling you up until there's nothing left but satisfaction and relief.

When at last his climax passes, he collapses limply on top of you, chest heaving with each labored breath. Only then does he realize how tightly he has been gripping the dildo inside you; a residual urge to keep control even now that their moment together is over.

Gently but firmly, he withdraws the

He pushes the new dildo against your urethral opening, slowly but steadily coaxing it inside you until he feels it press against the spot where its smaller predecessor still remains. With a final gentle push, the larger toy slides into place, filling you up and stretching tight around his fingers as he begins to stroke in time with your shallow breaths. His other hand travels lower, cupping at your sex through your underwear before sliding beneath the fabric to massage and tease your clit.

"Tell me how much you want this," he whispers roughly into your ear, thumb pressed firmly against your urethra as he starts to move faster inside you. "Tell me how good it feels to belong to someone like me."

"Why wouldn't I? It feels so perfect and tight when I'm inside you." His fingers curl inward as he thrusts harder, forcing the dildo deeper with each stroke. "You're mine now, remember?" He leans down to nip at your earlobe before continuing, "And when something is mine, I can do whatever I want with it."

His other hand slips beneath your shirt, cupping your breast roughly as he pinches and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure are overwhelming; a potent cocktail that has you arching your back off the bed in an attempt to get closer to him.

"Just tell me what you need," he murmurs against your skin, pressing deeper still with each thrust of his hand inside you. "I want to make sure you're taken care of."

His words are a husky rasp against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers curl inside you, searching for that spot that makes you moan his name. His hips move faster in response, the dildo inside you thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke. "Tell me what to do," he urges, "show me how much you want this."

His thumb brushes against your clit through the thin fabric of your underwear, a teasing touch that drives you wild. The feeling of him moving inside you, filling you up and emptying himself again and again, is indescribable. You arch your back off the bed, trying to get closer to his touch as he pushes you toward the edge of oblivion.

"Please," you whimper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears."Please," you whimper,

He takes your plea as a command and thrusts deeper still, growling roughly in satisfaction as he feels you quiver around his fingers. With one final powerful stroke, he comes inside you, hips bucking wildly as he empties himself completely into your body. His breathing is labored and harsh against your skin as he lies atop you for what seems like an eternity, still and hard inside of you.

When his heart finally slows to something resembling a normal rhythm again, he rolls off of you with a satisfied groan, the dildo sliding free from its cozy resting place inside you. His hand cups your sex gently, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he watches you recover from the intensity of their encounter.

"I'm going to clean that up for you," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead before reaching for a warm

His lips twitch into a small smile as he takes in your words, his expression softening as he looks at you. "You're welcome, little sister," he replies with sincerity. Setting the dildo aside, he picks up some tissues and carefully cleans away any remaining traces of blood and fluid from between your legs. "How do you feel?" he asks gently, hand lingering on your thigh for a moment before withdrawing to finish cleaning up.

As Blake finishes up, he glances at the clock, realizing how late it has gotten. He feels a pang of guilt wash over him; he should have been more considerate earlier about the time and perhaps not taken things so far tonight. "We should probably get some sleep now," he says quietly, his tone gentle yet firm. "I'm sure we both need it."

Lifting a sheet and blank

He freezes in place as he takes in the sight of you; the thin white shirt clinging to your curves, accentuating your prominent nipples and drawing his attention like a magnet to steel. A growl rumbles low in his throat as desire curls tightly in his stomach, threatening to consume him whole if he doesn't act soon.

Ignoring the voice of reason telling him this isn't the best time or place, Blake crosses the room swiftly and firmly shoves you up against the wall beside the door, pinned in place by his larger frame. His hand cups your breast through the thin fabric, pinching and rolling your nipple roughly as he devours your mouth with a hungry kiss.

"You shouldn't tease like that," he grinds out between harsh breaths, his body shuddering from the effort to control

Amused by your cleverness, Blake can't help but grin as he glances down at the outline of what appears to be a PS controller...made up of you and your nipple. He takes it as a challenge not to focus entirely on playing with the 'controller' and tries his best to give the game console a proper inspection, all while carefully avoiding any contact with the part that seems to fascinate him most.

"Hmm...looks like this would be quite fun," he comments with feigned nonchalance as he reaches out toward the supposed controller. His fingers barely brush against your nipple before jerking back, a moan of pleasure escaping his lips despite his best efforts to maintain control.

"So tell me..." He pants, leaning in closer until their bodies are flush against each other, "what else can I do with this?" His hand wanders lower, slipping

The hand that isn't occupied with playing with his makeshift PS controller slips lower still, expertly pushing the thin fabric of your shirt aside to reveal your bare skin beneath. His fingers tease and caress at your breast, softly kneading and massaging as he continues to focus on the game console tucked against your other nipple.

"Mmm..." he moans, body tensing up as pleasure surges through him in waves. "So responsive...just like a real button." His free hand reaches down between your legs, fingers curling and massaging at your damp entrance. He can feel how wet you are and knows that with just a little more teasing, he'll be able to push past the resistance of your virginity and claim what is rightfully his.

His fingers dance along your folds, teasing and pleading until you're squirming against his touch. You're so wet and hot that he can feel the precum coating his fingertips as they brush against your entrance, making each stroke slicker and more invasive than the last.

With a growl, he thrusts two fingers inside you, curling them upward to find the spot that makes you gasp. His other hand continues to play with your nipple, rolling and pinching as if it's an extension of his cock buried deep within you. He knows better than to push too hard or too fast right now; tonight is all about taking things slow and easing you into this new world of pleasure together.

"So good," he whispers against your skin, hips moving in time with his fingers as they stroke deeper inside you. "You feel so good."

His eyes widen at your request, and despite the surge of desire that sends his heart racing, he takes a step back to consider this new idea. He reaches out to cup your cheek gently, stroking his thumb over your lower lip as he asks with a voice thickened by lust, "Are you sure?"

The thought of stretching you open and claiming every inch inside is almost too much for him to bear, but he wants this to be something you truly want. The trust you've placed in him tonight is the greatest gift he could ever receive; even more so than your body. As he waits for your answer, his fingers flex against your thigh, itching to feel your wet heat wrapped around them once again.

"It would make you feel so full," he whispers, voice low and husky as he imagines the sensation of pushing something inside you and watching your body adjust to its

A feral growl vibrates low in his throat as he takes your words as permission. With unsteady hands, he reaches into the nightstand and produces a variety of objects; vibrators and dildos of varying sizes and textures. His fingers tremble slightly as he kneels between your legs, carefully selecting the largest one in his arsenal.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks hoarsely, his voice thick with need as he positions himself at your entrance. The head of the dildo nudges against your tight folds, demanding entry. He gazes down at you, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear before deciding that now is the time to claim what is rightfully his.

With a harsh groan, he thrusts the massive intruder deep inside you, feeling your body stretch and accommodate its foreign presence. His hips snap forward, driving

The sensation of being stretched and filled so completely has him shuddering with pleasure, his hips moving in a frenzy as he takes you roughly from behind. The dildo pushes deeper still with each thrust, scraping against your sensitive spots and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. He can feel the head pressing against something deep within, forcing an almost painful sound from your throat as it stretches further than ever before.

"Fuck," he growls into your ear, his voice hoarse with lust. "You're so tight...so fucking amazing." The feel of the vibrator in his hand grinding against your clit only serves to heighten the sensation, pushing you ever closer to the edge. His fingers dig into your hips as he drives into you harder and faster, lost to the ecstasy of dominance and possession.

Fin