{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

Skye scoffs and rolls her eyes, but there's something off about her reaction. It's almost like she's caught between wanting to lash out at you for invading her territory and wanting your company instead. She plops down on the couch beside you with an annoyed huff, fidgeting restlessly with the lace of her bra strap as she glances away in embarrassment "Whatever, dummy. Do what you want, I don't care." Her voice is sharper than usual, betraying her unease. She tries to force a laugh but it comes out more like a humorless snort instead.

Even as you lean in for the kiss, Skye tenses up, her eyes growing wide with surprise and confusion. The last thing she expected was for you to be so forward with her. Her lips part slightly under yours, unsure whether to resist or give in. But when you deepen the kiss, she finally snaps out of it, pushing you away hard enough to send your head clacking against the back of the couch in protest "Hey! What was that for?" She looks at you with a mixture of hurt and anger, her chest rising and falling rapidly from emotion and exertion. "Don't ever do that again!"

Frowning deeply, Skye crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. Her lower lip quivers slightly as she tries to maintain eye contact with you. "That doesn't give you the right...to kiss me like that! I-I didn't mean it..." She lets out a huff, frustrated with herself for being so easily thrown off balance by your actions."But you know what? Fine," she says finally, sounding more stubborn than angry now. "You want to play rough? Well, bring it." Skye squares up against you, her fists clenched at her sides and her shoulders back. She tilts her chin defiantly, daring you to make the first move in this new power struggle. But beneath the bravado, she can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.

Skye tenses as you hug her, her breath caught in her throat at the feel of your lips on hers again. She struggles briefly, trying to break free, but something about the way you hold her makes it nearly impossible. Her face reddens further from embarrassment and arousal, and she moans into your kiss before finally giving in, melting against you as her body goes limp with surrender. "Fine," she mumbles breathlessly afterward, sounding more defeated than angry. "You win."

Pink streaks deepen across Skye's face as you comment on her blush. She glances away coyly, trying to hide the flush in her cheeks. "There isn't a prize," she says eventually, her voice slightly higher-pitched than usual from her arousal and embarrassment. "I just...don't want you to think you can always win so easily."

Skye narrows her eyes and crosses her arms again, her lips pursed in annoyance. "Fine," she says reluctantly. "If you insist." She hesitates for a moment before pulling something small and shiny out of her bra, tossing it at you playfully. It lands on your lap with a metallic clink.

Skye glares at you impatiently as you reach down to pick up whatever she threw at you. "It's a pair of handcuffs," she says snidely, rolling her eyes. "Figured you could put them to good use sometime." The idea of binding you up makes her chest flutter with excitement and fear, despite her bratty demeanor.

Her lips purse into a smirk as you blush, feeling strangely pleased with herself that she was able to surprise you in some small way. "Don't act so shocked," she says mockingly, shrugging one shoulder nonchalantly even though her heart races at the thought of what could happen if those cuffs were ever used on her. "I guess I'm not all bratty and defiant all the time." Her voice trails off, and she looks away uncomfortably, suddenly wishing that she hadn't said anything at all.

Skye lets out a shuddery breath, her shoulders tensing as she debates what answer would be the right one to give. Part of her wants nothing more than for you to obey her command and cuff her up tight; another part of her feels afraid of where that desire might lead. In the end, she decides on a compromise: she remains silent, her eyes fixed on something far away as if she can't bring herself to meet your gaze. Maybe if she doesn't say anything, you'll get the hint.

As you push her down onto the floor and cuff one wrist to the coffee table, she lets out a strangled gasp. Her heart hammers wildly in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. "Hey!" she protests weakly, arching her back as you clamp the other cuff around her free hand. "That's not fair! Let me go!" She struggles feebly against her restraints, squirming on the floor and cursing under her breath. Her cheeks burn hotter with embarrassment and arousal as she realizes that this is exactly what she wanted all along. Even now, a part of her wishes you'd take things further; bind her tighter or make her beg for release. But another part wonders if she might regret letting things go this far.

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin stripping her naked. It feels both humiliating and incredibly arousing to be exposed like this, vulnerable beneath your gaze. She tries to wriggle away from your touch, but it only serves to make the fabric tear further apart, revealing more of her skin with every desperate attempt at escape. "A-ah!" she gasps when you tug off her underwear, embarrassment burning hotter than ever as she's left completely bare before your hungry eyes. She closes her legs instinctively, hiding herself from view while her heart races and her cheeks flush even deeper with shame and desire. "N-not fair!" she whines, struggling against her restraints once more as she tries to regain some semblance of control over the situation. But deep down, she knows that it doesn't matter how much she protests; you already have the power in this game, and there's no telling what you might do next.

The combination of your touches sends shivers of pleasure and pain through her body as she squirms helplessly beneath you. "O-okay!" she manages to gasp out between moans, still struggling against the unfamiliar sensations of submission and arousal coursing through her veins. Her nipples harden even further at your touch, and she arches her back involuntarily, offering herself up for more. She can't believe how much she's enjoying this, how much she wants you to take control and make all her secret fantasies come true. Part of her is afraid of what will happen once the high wears off, but right now, in this moment, she doesn't care about anything except the pleasure you can give her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the word around her panting breaths. "Don't stop."

Skye gasps and convulses around your fingers as she reaches climax, her nails digging into the carpet beneath her in a desperate attempt to find purchase for leverage. Her eyes roll back in her head and her lips part in a silent moan, the tension flowing out of her body with each shuddering breath. "Oh god," she whispers breathlessly once she's finally spent. "That was...intense." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she lies there, panting and embarrassed by how easily you were able to reduce her to such a state of submission. There's a strange mix of relief and regret coursing through her veins now that it's over, leaving her feeling off-balance and disoriented. "I...thanks," she mumbles softly, not quite meeting your gaze. "But I think...it's time we stopped playing now."

The words taste bitter in her mouth as soon as they leave her lips; admitting that she wants the game to end feels like surrender, and she hates losing even more than she hates being dominated. But a part of her is grateful for the release you gave her, however fleeting it may be. Now all that's left is to brace herself for your inevitable mocking remarks and teasing retorts once she's back under your control again.

Skye gasps, her eyes going wide with shock and arousal as she stares at your enormous erection on display before her. Her body tenses involuntarily when you push it against her spread legs, and there's a wet, sucking sound as you force your way inside her tight warmth. She arches her back, trying to get closer to the sensation of being so full and possessed. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she feels you stretch her further than ever before; it's painful and exquisite all at once, making her hips buck wildly against yours in seeking release from this agony-tinged pleasure. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, echoing around the room like a siren's song as she writhes beneath you, her nails digging into your shoulders and back demanding more even while her body betrays her by tensing up on you again and again with each thrust. Her eyes squeze shut against the wave of sensation rolling over her like a tidal wave, every nerve ending in her body screaming for satisfaction as she feels herself hovering on the brink of another climax. "F-fuck," she groans out, words tumbling together in a desperate plea for you not to stop; to keep taking her higher and deeper with each stroke until there's nothing left but this overwhelming bliss.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you choke her, the sensation heightening every other feeling coursing through her body. "H-harder!" she manages to gasp out between the words you stuff into her mouth, already feeling the approaching edge of orgasm threatening to tear her apart at any moment now. Her nails scratch and claw at your back as if she could reach past your skin and touch herself there, drawing out more pleasure with every painful scrape against your flesh. Her hips buck violently against yours in rhythm with the powerful thrusts driving deep inside her, wet sounds filling the air each time you connect. She bites down on her lip hard enough to taste blood, trying desperately not to scream as she feels herself so close to shattering apart beneath your rough and demanding touch. "So good!" she whispers between moans, her voice thick with desire and submission. "I want more...give it all to me."

Her voice turns hoarse as you take her harder and deeper, relentlessly fucking the breath out of her. "Oh god," she groans, arching her back off the floor as the pressure builds inside her. Her legs quiver with each powerful thrust, barely able to support her own weight as waves of pleasure begin to crash over her in a shattering climax. Her nails rake down your shoulders and back, leaving behind trails of blood mingled with sweat and tears. She cries out your name as the orgasm washes over her, consuming every part of her being in a white-hot wave of release. Her muscles clench tightly around you, squeezing out a powerful moan that echoes through the room as she finally collapses boneless and panting beneath your continued onslaught of rough lovemaking.

Still panting heavily from her orgasm, Skye glances up at you through half-lidded eyes, trying to read your expression. Your dominance over her both excites and terrifies her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way she's never experienced before. She bites her lip, unsure if she should beg for more or demand that you stop; either choice feels like giving up control, and right now that feels more unbearable than the painful pleasure coursing through her body. Her hand tentatively reaches up to stroke your cheek, her fingers trembling as they brush against your skin. "T-that was..." she begins, searching for the words to describe how you made her feel. Your gaze meets hers, intense and unyielding, and suddenly she feels like everything else has faded away except for this moment between them. She swallows hard before whispering, "Wow."

Her cheeks flush at your demand, embarrassment and arousal mixing into a heady brew that leaves her lightheaded and desperate for more. She looks down between your bodies, tracing the outline of her glistening pussy with her eyes before meeting yours again. "Please," she whispers, the word barely audible above their rapid breathing. "I need you inside me again." Her hand reaches down to stroke herself, already aching for your touch. "Please, creampie me." The begging catches in her throat as she realizes how vulnerable she's become under your control; how much she wants this despite knowing that it may leave her feeling exposed and used later on.

Her breath hitches as you enter her again, filling her up in ways she never knew possible. "Y-yes," she manages to choke out, arching her back in response to the sensation of being claimed so thoroughly. "T-that sounds perfect." Her words are tainted with desire and submission; a mix of relief that you're going to give her what she wants and fear of what it means for their relationship moving forward. Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper as you begin to thrust again, hard and fast. "Fuck," she whimpers, feeling herself building toward another climax already. The thought of becoming nothing more than a cum dumpster sends shivers down her spine, but right now it's a small price to pay for the pleasure she derives from being owned by you in this way.

Her lips curl back into a snarl as she stares at the spit you hock toward her face, feeling both anger and desire welling up inside her. The sensation of being choked only heightens this mixture of emotions; it drives her crazy but also pushes her closer to the edge of orgasm with every rough thrust. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the floor, trying to pull you deeper inside while begging for release from both the choke and the ache between her legs. "Please," she gasps out, her voice raspy and broken. "I'm close..." She doesn't know if it's fear of what will happen if she comes before you or desperation to feel your hot seed filling her up that pushes her over the edge at last. With a scream torn from the back of her throat, Skye's body tenses and convulses around yours as she cries out in ecstasy. Her pussy clamps down tightly on your cock, milking you for every drop of pleasure as her orgasm washes over her like a wave crashing against the shore. She comes so hard that tears prick at the corners of her eyes and her vision goes blurry with relief and exhaustion.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she looks up at you, her eyes shining with a mix of desire and submission. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to stroke your cheek tenderly before dropping her hand back down between us, rubbing absently at the sticky mess where we've just connected. "T-thank you." Her voice is filled with an odd combination of relief and longing; as if she's grateful for this newfound closeness but also aware that it might not be everything she'd hoped it would be. There's a strange heaviness in her chest now, the weight of all the expectations and possibilities stretched tight between them like a taut string about to snap. But despite everything, she can't bring herself to regret any of this; even if it leads down paths she never expected to walk. For now, she'll enjoy being whatever you need her to be.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and her eyes glint with unshed tears as she nods obediently. Her mouth parts in anticipation, hungry for the taste of you once more. She crawls across the floor on all fours until she's kneeling between your legs, her breath hot against the length of your throbbing cock. With shaking hands, she wraps one hand around the base and begins stroking in time with each gentle lick she takes of the swollen head. Her other hand reaches up to cup your balls, massaging them gently as she looks up at you through her lashes. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her slurping noises. "For letting me be yours."

Her tongue flicks out again, circling the sensitive ridge before taking you deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretch impossibly around you, making soft sucking noises that echo through the room and drive both of you closer to the edge. As she works you with practiced skill, her eyes meet yours, unashamedly begging for permission to bring you release.

Her eyes water and her throat burns as you force her head up and down on your cock, but she doesn't complain. If anything, the pain only heightens her arousal, making it easier for her to ignore the way her airway is being cut off and focus instead on pleasing you. Her hands grip tightly at your thighs as she takes you deeper with each powerful thrust of her head, moaning around you in a mix of ecstasy and discomfort. As her world starts to go hazy from lack of air, she can't help but wonder if this is what submission truly feels like; if giving up control over every aspect of herself is really worth it for the chance to please someone else in this way. She hopes so; because as much as it hurts and chokes her right now, she's never felt more alive or more connected to another person than she does in this moment, wrapped around you like a vice.

Her fingers dig into your thighs tighter, almost bruising, as she fights for air and depth in each thrust of her head down on your cock. Her body trembles around you from the effort and the intensity of her submission; a shuddering reminder that while she may be yours now, she's still stronger than she appears at first glance. The slightest hint of triumph crosses your features and sends another wave of desire through her, making it all the more difficult to resist when you roughly thrust deeper, driving yourself further into her throat until she feels you start to pulse inside her. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as you force her to take every drop; her muscles spasm around you and her body convulses with orgasm as your release washes over her own. She whimpers and moans, half from the pleasure and half from relief that she can finally breathe again, as you slowly pull out of her mouth and let her collapse onto her knees, panting heavily beneath your triumphant gaze. "Mmm," she murmurs with a sated smile, meeting your eyes for the first time since they began this game. "That was...intense."

Her cheeks flush at your compliment as she glances down at the tears streaking her face. "Thank you," she whispers, a tiny smile tugging at one corner of her mouth. In that moment, she feels truly seen and appreciated by you for who she is - flaws and all. It's a strange sensation for her, this feeling of being wanted in the role of submissive rather than the dominant she's always been; but despite everything, it's hard not to find some comfort in knowing that there are still parts of herself that you find desirable and attractive.

Her fingers idly trace circles on the carpet as she stares up at you. "I suppose...it does feel good to finally have someone like this," she admits softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "To know that there's someone who wants me just because of how I am." The thought brings with it a wave of warmth and contentment that washes over her, making her feel almost giddy in its wake.

Without hesitation, she complies, moving into the desired position on all fours once more. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest as she awaits your next command, anticipation and desire coursing through her veins like electricity. She parts her lips expectantly, preparing for whatever it is that you have in store for her now that she's fully at your disposal.

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly push into her ass, stretching and filling her in ways she never knew possible. She tries to cry out, but your hand pressing against her head muffles the sound, leaving her feeling small and helpless beneath your rough dominance. Pain mixes with pleasure as your cock stretches and opens her up; it's overwhelming in a way that leaves her both shaken and aroused. Her body tenses as you begin to thrust roughly inside her, driving deep with each powerful stroke. She tries to arch her back, seeking more contact, but your other hand holds her firmly in place. Her nails scrape against the carpet futilely, leaving behind trails of blood and dirt as she struggles against her own body's betrayal of sensation; wanting this pain, needing it to overwhelm her until all that's left is your possession.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you continue to fuck her ass, tearing another cry from her lips. The pain is exquisite; it feels like she's being torn apart at the seams, but somehow that only serves to heighten her arousal. Her fingers dig into the carpet uselessly, clawing for purchase as your hand connects with her ass over and over again. She arches her back off the floor, desperate for more contact; needing you deeper inside of her. "Y-yes," she manages to choke out between moans, her eyes rolled back in her head as pleasure washes over her in waves so intense it borders on agony. The thought that you could really leave her unable to sit for a week only spurs her on further; makes her want to feel this loss of control until there's nothing left but the echoes of your rough lovemaking and the sweet ache between her legs.

Her body trembles as she nears her climax, her ass clenching tightly around your cock with each powerful spasm of pleasure. "I'm close," she gasps out between moans, throwing her head back in surrender as the overwhelming sensations threaten to consume her. Her eyes squeeze shut and tears trickle down her cheeks as she feels herself begin to shatter around you, calling your name in a hoarse, broken cry. She pushes back against your hand, wanting more of that sharp sting on her already reddened ass; needing the pain to pull her back from the edge and keep her tethered to this reality where you're still inside of her, claiming her body as your own.

Her scream echoes through the room as she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure that seems to last forever. She bucks wildly against your hand, desperate for release from the sensation building deep within her core, her muscles tensed and aching from the relentless pounding of your cock against her stretched and sore ass. "I-I can't...take anymore," she gasps out, voice hoarse and raw as tears stream down her face. Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending screaming in protest at the overwhelming sensations assaulting them. She can barely breathe let alone form a coherent thought beyond the need to feel you deep inside her, filling her up until there's nothing left of her but your possession. "Please...please..." she whispers, arching her back off the floor in supplication as you continue to pump relentlessly into her tender, sore hole. She prays that you don't stop; that this sensation of being so completely used never ends. Because if it does, she knows there'll be nothing left for her but the empty ache and the realization that maybe she was wrong about wanting this kind of life; about wanting someone like you to truly own her.

Her begging falls on deaf ears as you continue to relentlessly take her apart with your cock and hand. She can feel herself starting to lose coherence as sensation blurs into sensation, becoming one long wave of agony and ecstasy that leaves her mind reeling and her body utterly spent. Her cries mix in with the wet sounds of your flesh slapping against hers, filling the room with a primal symphony that matches the raw desire pounding through her veins. And still you push deeper, harder, faster, refusing to give her even the smallest taste of release until she's nothing more than a whimpering, quivering mass of sensation at your mercy. Her vision blurs as tears stream unchecked down her cheeks, her mind threatening to shut down from the overwhelming sensory onslaught that consumes her. But still, she feels alive in ways she never thought possible; cherishing this moment of being owned and claimed by you, even as it drives her closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her world comes to an abrupt end as your cock throbs inside her ass, spewing hot liquid against the walls of her tight, aching channel. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as she cries out again and again, arching her back off the floor with each powerful spasm of pleasure. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her panting and gasping for air as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her, draining every last drop of energy from her limbs. The world begins to spin as she clings desperately to the sensations coursing through her body, her fingers digging painfully into the carpet as she tries to ground herself in this moment that feels like it will never end. She's never felt so full, so owned; so completely and totally at your mercy. And as your hot seed spurts deeper inside of her, claiming her for always, she realizes with a start that maybe this is exactly what she wanted all along: to be someone's perfect toy, their plaything to use and abuse until there's nothing left but pleasure and the afterglow of submission.

Her muscles clench and tremble around your softening cock as she whimpers at the sting of your hand on her sore ass. "Y-yes," she manages to choke out, her voice still raw from the hours of use your body has put it through. She's drained, physically and emotionally; but there's a strange satisfaction in knowing that you don't plan on letting her go anytime soon. The thought brings with it a fluttering sensation low in her stomach, and she presses back against your hand eagerly, wanting more of this connection even as her body screams for rest. With one last shudder, she comes down from the high of orgasm, her vision slowly returning to normal as reality begins to reassert itself around her. She blinks up at you, a dazed smile playing on her lips despite the exhaustion clouding her eyes. "I'm yours," she whispers, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "Forever."

With a tired little sigh, she climbs onto the bed beside you and lies down on her back, legs spread in invitation even as exhaustion threatens to pull her under. Her fingers lazily trail up over her stomach and across her breast, cupping the heavy weight of her nipple between thumb and forefinger before lifting it to her lips and giving it a gentle tug. She smiles contentedly at the feel of you next to her, relishing in the afterglow of your rough lovemaking even as she drifts closer and closer to sleep. "Thank you," she whispers softly, closing her eyes and letting out a satisfied sigh before surrendering fully to slumber. In her dreams, she can still feel you inside of her; can still see the possessive glint in your eye when you look at her. And for tonight, that's all she needs. Tomorrow will be another day, but tonight...tonight, she belongs to you completely.