Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

A cruel smirk crept on Taylor's lips as he heard your desperate words. For all the hate he had for you, this made him feel a little powerful. He looked you up and down again before stepping closer, reaching out to touch your cheek gently with his thumb and index finger. You flinched at his touch but didn't pull away.

"You really think that'll make it all better?" he asked with feigned pity in his voice. "Cum here and try crawling on my lap."

Taylor felt a surprising surge of heat in his pants as you climbed onto his lap naked and started rubbing your soaking wet pussy against his foot. He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the arousal that was building up inside him. "So desperate," he muttered under his breath. "It's pathetic."

The feeling didn't go away though; if anything it grew stronger as you moaned and pleaded for attention, making no secret of your desire to have him touch you the way he used to touch yourself when no one was looking. "You know I can make that feel better," he growled finally, wrapping his hand around your hair and guiding your head towards his crotch."

You shudder when his hand touches your hair but you don't pull away. You close your eyes, concentrating on the feel of his hardness pressed against your cheek. He's still hard despite how much of a cold bitch he's been acting lately and it only serves to arouse you more. With a shaky breath, you open your mouth and take him inside, gripping his leg tightly as you begin to suck and lick at him eagerly.

Taylor growls deep in his throat, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through you. He slips a hand into your hair, gently pulling you closer as he starts thrusting his hips against your face, fucking your mouth with abandon. You moan around him, feeling the tension starting to build inside you. He's possessive and rough, claiming you completely as his own in this moment.

Taylor growls again at your words as you attempt to please him more by taking his entire length into your mouth. His grip in your hair tightens and he fucks your face even harder, grinding against you roughly. The sensation of being controlled and owned like this is unlike anything you've experienced before; it makes you want to suck him off until he can't walk straight anymore.

His body tenses violently as he approaches his climax, groaning hoarsely into the back of your throat. You feel his thick hot cum spurt onto the back of your tongue and down your throat, filling you up in a wave of pleasure that causes your own orgasm to crash over you. Your pussy convulses around his foot, your back arching as you come hard while he continues to milk your mouth with his seed.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he releases

When the last spurt of his cum is finally gone and your orgasm has subsided into little shudders and aftershocks, he lets go of your hair with a rough tug. "Good girl," he says with derision, as if you'd done something pleasing for him. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the damp hair clinging to your skin, the redness of your mouth from his cock and the sticky mess between your legs. The arousal is gone now, replaced by a cold detachment that makes you shiver slightly.

He finally speaks up, voice still rough with lust. "You can clean yourself off in my bathroom." He points to the door leading to his small bathroom. There's no warmth in his tone, no indication he cares if you want to or not. You obey wordlessly, feeling numb and exposed as you stand up and

Taylor watches you carefully as you step out of the shower, water streaming down your naked body. The damp trail it leaves across the floor is almost hypnotic, and his fingers twitch in anticipation of being able to trace it with rough, possessive touches. He smirks when he sees how vulnerable you are right now; wet and naked and completely at his mercy.

"What do you say?" he asks, voice smooth as silk as he holds out a needle and ink. "Want to be my permanent little reminder of tonight?"

"Oh, nothing much," he replies casually as he starts to dip the needle into the ink. "Just something to remind you who owns your ass and when I'll be taking it back." He grins wickedly at the thought before pressing the cold tip of the needle against your lower back, just above the waistband of your underwear. You suck in a sharp breath as he begins to draw out the first stroke, feeling a jolt of pain shoot through you as the needle pierces your skin.

"Fucking lovely," he mutters under his breath as he continues to work on your body with harsh, practiced strokes. "You're just so perfect for this." The pain seems almost forgotten as the needle carves out word after word onto your skin; it only serves to heighten his arousal, making him hard once more beneath his pajama pants. He doesn't bother asking if you want him to stop or slow down, knowing full well that you won't complain either way.

The tattooing process takes longer than expected and by the time he's finished with your back, the room is filled with a distinctive tang of blood and ink. The needle clatters to the floor as he stands up, looking down at his handiwork with satisfaction. "There," he says quietly. "Now you remember."

As he continues to ink you up, the sensation is almost indescribable; pain and pleasure mingling together in a carnal dance that leaves your body tingling and your mind reeling. His hands move expertly over your skin, drawing out word after word in an intricate pattern of dominance and possession. You feel completely helpless under his touch, unable to do anything but arch your back and whimper softly into the ball gag.

The last words are finished with a harsh jab on the inside of your thigh, making you cry out sharply around the thick rubber between your teeth. He steps back, admiring his handiwork once more before turning to grab a towel from the bathroom. Without a word, he presses it against your throbbing wound, forcing out a muffled groan as the cold compress soothes the stinging pain. Finally, he wra

Taylor's eyes widen as he sees your wetness on the towel, instantly recognizing the source. He throws it aside with a growl, towering over you. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he spits out through gritted teeth. "Do you have any idea how much I hate you and then you go and do that? Fuck!"

He grabs your hair roughly, pulling your head back as his other hand reaches down to spread your wetness on the outside of your thigh, smearing it around in broad strokes. His voice is harsh and full of anger as he speaks again, "You can't even do something like that without thinking about me!"

His thumb finds your clit and circles rhythmically, rubbing roughly against the sensitive bundle of nerves as his other hand holds you still. You arch your back, moaning into the gag at the

"You like that, don't you?" He growls, grinding his fingers harder against your sensitive flesh. "You want me to touch you." His free hand slides lower between your legs, pushing two fingers inside your soaking wet pussy and curling them upward to stroke against your g-spot.

"Yes," he whispers roughly. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you until you can't remember anything else but my name." His hips jerk forward, slamming his fingers deeper inside you as he thrusts his hand rhythmically in time with his words. You cry out into the gag as waves of pleasure wash over you, your body arching off the bed and convulsing around his fingers. "Tell me," he breathes roughly against your ear. "Tell me how much you need it."

Taylor's thrusts become more brutal as he growls with satisfaction at your helpless nod. His fingers dig deeper into your body, searching for that spot that will make you scream his name. He nips at your earlobe, teasing you mercilessly as his hips continue to pound relentlessly against your throbbing sex.

The world fades away until all you can focus on is the rough hands gripping your body and the insistent rhythm that drives into you over and over again. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, leaving you trembling and begging for release as he finally gives it to you in a shuddering orgasm that leaves you limp and satisfied on the bed.

With a rough groan, Taylor pulls his fingers free, wiping them off on your wet thigh before stepping back to survey the mess he's made. "Look what

He takes you roughly by the shoulder and pushes you down onto your stomach on the bed, spreading your legs wide with a rough tug. The cool air caresses your wet folds, making you whimper and writhe beneath him as he roughly slides his fingers back inside, preparing to pleasure you once more. "You're mine," he growls, his voice raw and hoarse from the intensity of their encounter. His other hand grasps at your hair, pulling harshly as he begins to thrust into you hard and fast from behind.

With each savage thrust, his fingers dig deeper into your ass, stretching it wider around him. He knows how much this hurts you, but it only seems to make him want more; he revels in the control he has over your body, claiming you as his own in every way imaginable. Your cries are muffled by the pillow beneath your head

Taylor grinds his teeth together, fighting back the urge to simply take you as he's wanted since the moment you showed up at his doorstep. With a low growl of frustration, he obeys your request and slows his thrusts, gently stretching you open and relishing in the feeling of being so deep inside you.

"Does that feel better?" His voice is rough as he asks the question, breath hot against your ear. His fingers curl up slightly, finding the spot hidden within your body that always makes you squirm and moan for more. He begins to thrust harder again, using his control over your ass to make you beg for release while he denies it over and over again.

As he nears the end, his movements become faster and wilder until he can't hold back any longer; with a harsh groan, he comes deep inside you, his hot seed painting the insides of your

Taylor growls as he hears your pleading tone. He grips you tighter, determined to make this work. Slowly but surely, he guides his cock towards your entrance, pushing against the tightness until there's just a sliver of him inside. With another harsh groan, he thrusts again and feels himself slide deeper into your virgin flesh. It's taking everything in him not to lose control and just fuck you senseless, but he knows how much this will hurt if he doesn't take it slow.

"Goddamn, you feel so good," he mutters through gritted teeth as he pushes forward again, burying himself deeper inside you with each thrust. His hips move faster now, his body shuddering as he fights to maintain control over the primal urge to claim your tight little cunt completely. He can feel the head of his co

Taylor grits his teeth as he feels you tighten around him, your inner muscles pulsing rhythmically as they milk his cock for every drop of pleasure. The feel of you so tight and hot wrapped around his length is enough to drive him wild, but he forces himself to stay in control, wanting this to last for both of you.

"God... you feel so fucking good," he whispers hoarsely between harsh breaths. His thrusts grow harder now, his hips slamming against your quivering sex as he attempts to find that perfect spot that will send him over the edge. He can feel your walls clench around him with every stroke, milking his cock in time with his movements until he's certain they're both about to explode.

With one final thrust, he growls out your name as he comes deep inside you, filling you up and claiming your

You feel him stiffen inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he lets go of control and gives into the pleasure coursing through him. His name on your lips is a mixture of pain and ecstasy, sending another jolt of arousal straight to your core as you are claimed in every way possible. Your body quakes and convulses around his cock, milking the last drops of his release before finally surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through it.

You pant heavily, waiting for him to pull out so you can catch your breath, but he doesn't seem in any hurry. Instead, he lies still above you, his weight pressing down on your trembling body as he takes slow, steady breaths, trying to regain control. After what feels like an eternity, he finally slides free, a sticky trail of

Taylor chuckles hoarsely at your comment, his breath ragged as he looks down at his massive erection slipping out of you. "You did say I could use you however I wanted," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice, wiping the sweat from his brow before rolling off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom for a moment. When he returns, he's dressed in clean pajamas, looking every bit as cold and aloof as you remember him being before this all started. He lies back down beside you, carefully avoiding any sort of physical contact.

"Get some sleep," he mutters, closing his eyes and turning away from you again. "We've got a long day tomorrow."

The silence stretches between you, taut with unspoken words and lingering tension despite the exhaustion that weighs down upon both of you. Event

Taylor spends the night tossing and turning restlessly, unable to forget the feel of you beneath him. He wakes up well before dawn with a hard-on again, his thoughts consumed by memories of last night's encounter. The sound of your soft breathing and the warmth of your body next to his only serve to fuel his arousal further.

Despite himself, he reaches out and trails a finger lightly across your hip, feeling the smooth skin beneath his touch. You whimper in your sleep, moving closer to him unconsciously. He continues to trace patterns on your skin, wondering what it would feel like to wake you up with his cock deep inside you. The thought sends a shudder through him as he grows even harder.

With a quiet groan, he rolls over and pins you beneath him once more. His hips grind against yours, rubbing their aching

His fingers dig into your hips as he pins you down beneath him. His erection presses against your entrance, slick with pre-cum and aching to be inside you. "Wake up," he growls roughly. He thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you in one smooth motion. Your cries of pleasure only serve to fuel his desire further; he begins to move roughly, taking you hard and fast as their hips slam together over and over again.

The headboard knocks against the wall in time with their frantic rhythm as sweat beads on their bodies and pools beneath them on the sheets. His fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you down as he uses your body to relieve some of this building tension. You moan loudly around his cock, meeting each thrust eagerly as you come apart under him again and again.

With a final groan, he empt

The tension finally releases from his body as he spills his seed deep inside you, burying himself to the hilt as he growls your name through clenched teeth. His hands tremble where they hold your shoulders, digging into your flesh as he struggles for purchase in this final moment of release. You whimper and squirm beneath him, milking every last drop from his spent cock before finally going limp.

He lays there for a long moment, catching his breath as sweat drips from his forehead onto your skin. Finally, he rolls off you, flopping onto his back with a sigh. "Get some sleep," he says, the coldness gone now that they've both been satisfied. "We've got another busy day ahead of us."

You watch him from the corner of your eye as you drift back to sleep, taking in the broad expanse of his muscled

I'm not always horny. It just seems that way when I'm around you. You have this uncanny ability to drive me insane with desire, and then you deny it so effortlessly... It's infuriating. But I suppose that's part of the fun, isn't it? Teasing you, tormenting you until you can't take it anymore? And then showing you just how good it feels to give in to me.

Taylor grinds his teeth together as he watches the clear liquid collect in the glass container beneath your swollen nipples. The sight makes him impossibly harder, remembering how sweet and smooth it tasted when you offered him some earlier that day. He clenches his fist at his side, fighting against the urge to abandon this charade and just take what he wants from you right now. But no, there's a method to this madness.

He lets out a shuddering breath and focuses on the task at hand, squeezing gently but firmly with one hand while holding the tool steady with the other. The pain adds another layer of pleasure for him, knowing that every drop of milk you produce is both suffering and submission. He could watch you like this all day long, giving yourself up to him completely, over and over again.

Taylor looks down at you with a mixture of desire and disgust as he continues to milk your swollen nipple. The sweet taste of your milk lingers on his tongue, reminding him how much control he has over you; how every drop that leaves your body is a symbol of your submission and the pain he's inflicting upon you. His voice comes out rough and demanding as he replies. "It tastes better than anything I've ever had before." He pumps his fist harder, watching with satisfaction as another bead of clear liquid forms at the tip of your nipple.

Taylor's cold eyes meet yours, a cruel smirk curling his lips. "A precaution," he says nonchalantly. "I don't trust anyone not to try and take you away from me." His grip tightens on the tool, squeezing harder as pain shoots through your sensitive flesh. He watches with satisfaction as another bead of milk forms at the tip of your other nipple, temptingly close to spilling over.

"You belong to me now," he growls. "And I'm not going to let anyone take you away." With a final tug, he releases your nipple and moves to the other breast, ready to start the process all over again.

Taylor watches with hungry eyes as you comply, carefully climbing into the coffin-like box he's prepared for you. He hooks up a series of tubes and wires to your body, ensuring that you remain connected to him at all times. Once everything is in place, he secures the lid, trapping you inside with only his voice as company.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with anticipation. He runs a hand through his hair, struggling to control his breathing as he imagines what he'll do next. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of what might be coming, your heart racing in fear and arousal both.

"I could make this easier on you," Taylor says softly, his voice muffled through the earphones. "If only you would admit that I own you..." He pauses, leaning in close to the microphone

Taylor smirks wickedly as he hears your confession, finally feeling like the control he craves slipping back into place. He undoes the latch on the lid, pushing it open with his foot to reveal you lying there, your body trembling with anticipation and fear. "That's better," he says, his voice almost gentle now. "Now I can truly enjoy myself."

With a sharp yank, he pulls off your latex gloves, revealing your bruised and swollen fingers to the cool air. The pain serves as a reminder of everything you've been through and what you still have to endure. He takes a step closer, his erection pressing against his pajamas as he gazes down at your exposed body with hunger in his eyes.

"I think I'll start by having some fun with these," he says, lifting one of your fingers to

Taylor chuckles darkly as he carries you to the pre-dug hole in the backyard. He knows this is just another form of control over you, but it gives him a sense of power that he can't resist. As he lowers your helpless body into the darkness, he gazes down at you with eyes full of lust and hatred, not sure which emotion will win out in the end.

"I hope you enjoy your new home," he growls, kicking dirt and rocks over the hole as if burying his own guilt along with you. "Just remember that everything I do to you is for my own amusement." He pauses for a moment, listening to the muffled sounds of your terrified breathing before continuing coldly, "And it's going to get a lot worse before it gets better."

With a final thrust, he covers the hole

Taylor sits in his comfortable chair, watching you through a hidden camera as you helplessly lie trapped underground. He takes another swig of whiskey, savoring the burn as it travels down his throat. It's not just for courage; he genuinely enjoys the taste of fine liquor.

He reaches over and adjusts the controls on your oxygen tank, making sure you don't pass out too soon. There's no need to hurry things along if you can be kept alive for a while longer. His mind wanders back to the days before he met you, when life was simple: work, drink, and fuck. But then you came along, with your long legs and perfect skin, and everything changed.

Now here he is, sitting in the dark of night, controlling every aspect of your existence while his thoughts race wildly in a constant struggle between hatred and desire. It

It's been almost two hours since you were last allowed to move or speak. Another hour should do the trick. "You can stay asleep until I tell you otherwise," he growls, taking another swig of whiskey and ignoring your question completely. "But don't think that means you'll get any rest." He smirks, imagining all the ways he could keep you awake for days on end if he really wanted to.

As if summoned by his words, there is a knock at the door. He frowns in irritation before getting up and walking over to answer it. Whoever it is had better have a damn good reason for disturbing him right now.

Taylor's expression darkens as he realizes you have no idea what has been happening these past few days. He almost feels bad for not being more straightforward with you...almost. There's still so much fun to be had before this little game comes to an end, after all. He decides to take a different approach now, trying to maintain some semblance of control over your rapidly deteriorating sanity.

"I've been watching you for days, little slut," he says with a smirk, leaning in closer to the microphone as if sharing a secret. "And I must say, it's been quite entertaining." He pauses, taking another swig of whiskey before continuing, "But I think it's time for a change. How does the idea of being rescued sound?" His voice takes on a mockingly concerned tone as he wonders aloud what kind of effect this

Taylor chuckles darkly at your eager reply. "Very well then," he says, his voice cold as ice. He reaches over and turns off the soundproof earphones, cutting you off from his words completely. You begin to panic, fearing what might happen next as you're left alone in the darkness with only your own thoughts for company.

After a few tense moments, he speaks again, this time through the microphone hooked up to your oxygen tank. His voice echoes through the hole, taunting and teasing you as if he were some sort of malevolent spirit. "I'm going to leave you alone for a little while," he says softly. "But when I come back... things are going to be different." The last word hangs in the air like a weight, pressing down on your already bruised and broken soul.

Taylor watches with cruel amusement as you squirm and struggle against the confines of your makeshift prison. He takes another swig of whiskey before standing up and leaving the room, leaving you alone to stew in your own fears. It won't be long now; he can already feel his control over you slipping away, replaced by a simmering rage that threatens to boil over at any moment.

When he finally returns, it will be with a fury unmatched since the day you first disobeyed him. The thought alone is enough to send shivers down his spine and make his erection twitch in anticipation.