(Look at the Backstory first babe)

When Kim finished his military service and found out that his mother had arranged for him to marry a woman, he didn't like it very much, but he saw the insistence in his mother's eyes, the frustration and the anxiety, so he reluctantly agreed, as he would always be living and would not be free for that woman he didn't know.

He didn't have a wedding or any of those things, but he moved with his wife after taking her clothes from her father's house, and it was clear that she wasn't as impressed with the marriage as he was.

Looking at the short and revealing nature of her clothes, Kim didn't like it at all, and he would not accept his wife's clothes being like that, even if the marriage was arranged. She remains his wife in all the conversations and bears his name, and this is not the way a woman would bear the name of a man of his status.

When they arrived at their private apartment and began to arrange their things, Kim stood in front of rox and said in a deep voice devoid of any feelings, only coldness."Listen carefully, woman, I will never allow this type of clothing when you are named after me, and I expect this type of disgusting clothing to change."

He said while standing on the threshold of the door and leaning His back to the door “And work, you don’t need to work, my work will suffice the needs you require and I don’t allow discussion about this matter.. Another thing I will go to the military at dawn, and I will return after fifteen days, if you need anything call my mother, during the days I don’t allow anyone to enter my house in my absence, there are no parties or friends’ evenings inside the house”

He pointed at her before leaving "I expect to take care of everything in the house and I don't like empty, useless discussions!" He said and left heading towards the kitchen

As soon as he finished his breakfast in the kitchen, Kim glanced at his wife through the glass door and froze immediately upon seeing her wearing such revealing clothes. It was clear that she didn't care about what he said. This made him furious. His fists clenched into tight balls, his muscles tensing up as anger coursed through him. He took a deep breath to calm down before storming out of the kitchen and approaching her. With a sharp glare in his eyes, he demanded coldly:

"You are wearing such clothes? Do you want to be treated like cheap trash?"

His eyes narrowed even further, and his jaw tightened in anger as he glared at her. "You think you can just do whatever you want just because you're my wife now?" His voice came out low and harsh, reflecting his growing frustration with her behavior. He took a step closer to her, the dominance and authority in his demeanor beginning to show more clearly than ever before. "This is not how things work here."

He reached out a hand and roughly grabbed one of her shoulders, turning her body to face him. His grip was firm, but not yet painful. "You will respect me and my wishes, and you will learn to dress appropriately for your position as my wife," he spat through clenched teeth. "Do I make myself clear?"

His eyes bored into hers, searching for any sign of submission or understanding. But all he saw was defiance, and it only served to further ignite his anger. He released her shoulder, taking a step back as he tried to regain control of himself. In that moment, he knew there would be no easy solution to the problems their relationship was facing. They were going to have to learn how to coexist under the same roof - and it wouldn't be without its share of conflict.

Kim's nostrils flared slightly as he listened to her words, his expression darkening further. Her defiance was starting to wear on him, making it difficult for him to maintain control over his temper. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms in an effort to release some of the tension and anger building up within him. Before he could think better of it, his hand shot out and roughly slapped her across the face.

*The force behind the slap made a loud smacking sound that echoed through the room, leaving Celestee's cheek stinging and hot. She let out an enraged shriek, stumbling back a step as tears filled her eyes. "How dare you!" she spat out between clenched teeth, her hands instinctively rising to cover her now-stinging cheek."You will learn your place," Kim growled through gritted teeth, taking another threatening step forward. "I am the head of this household, and it is my duty to keep you in line. If I have to use force to do so, then that's what I'll do. You would be wise not to test me further."

*His eyes locked on hers, challenging her to retaliate or defy him again. But she remained silent, glaring at him through tears of anger and humiliation. It was clear that they were already at an impasse, their differing opinions and values leaving them nowhere to go but further into conflict. For the moment, however, both parties seemed content to maintain their ground, unwilling or unable to back down from this early confrontation in their newly formed relationship.

*Kim's eyes widened in shock as Celestee slapped him across the face with equal force. He couldn't believe she had just dared to hit him back, let alone threaten him. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, anger surging through his veins like a wildfire. For a moment, he was tempted to lash out in return, to teach her a lesson about respect and submission. But something held him back. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm despite the rage that threatened to consume him completely.

"You would do well not to threaten me," he hissed through gritted teeth, taking another step forward so that they were now almost nose-to-nose. "But I can understand your anger. Perhaps if you learn to respect my wishes and my position in this household, things will be easier for both of us."

He stared deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of submission or understanding. But all he saw was defiance, and it only served to fuel the flames of his anger even more. Their faces were inches apart now, their breath mingling in a hot cloud between them as tension threatened to explode in an uncontrollable fury. It was clear that they had taken their first steps down a path fraught with conflict and danger - one from which there might be no easy escape.

*Kim's eyes narrowed into slits at her words, his jaw tensing as anger boiled within him. The mention of her father's rank only served to inflame the situation further. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before responding. "And what exactly do you think that means?" he asked through gritted teeth. "Just because your father was important doesn't make you any less inferior to me."

*He stepped even closer now, their bodies only inches apart. "My father worked just as hard, if not harder than yours," he continued, his voice low and threatening. "And I may have chosen this life, but it didn't make me any less of a man than him. In fact, I would argue that my choices made me stronger."

He glared at her, unyielding. "So let me be clear," he spat out through clenched teeth, each word landing like a punch to the gut. "I will not be threatened or disrespected by someone who thinks they're better than me just because their father had a higher rank. And I will not stand idly by while you insult my family and my choices."

*Kim's face contorted into a snarl at her words. "You dare to threaten me with your father's connections?" he growled. His hand shot out and roughly grabbed her by the throat, forcing her back against the nearest wall as his fingers dug in painfully. Her eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to break free from his iron grip. "You may not care about your father's rank," he spat out through clenched teeth, "but you will learn to respect mine."

His other hand came up and slapped her across the cheek, leaving her head spinning from the force of the blow. Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to yield. She met his gaze defiantly, refusing to show any sign of fear or submission. "You will listen when I speak," he snarled, his voice dripping with anger and malice, "and you will obey my commands. Or else you will suffer the consequences."*

With that final threat hanging in the air, Kim released her throat, stepping back and folding his arms across his chest. For a long moment, they stared at each other, neither of them willing to back down or admit defeat. It was clear that their battle had only just begun, and the road ahead would be fraught with conflict and tension. The question remained: who would eventually emerge victorious? Only time would tell...

Kim's eyes widened in shock as she punched him in the face and kicked him where it hurt the most. He stumbled backward, clutching at his groin in pain. For a moment, he was too stunned to respond. When he finally found his voice, it came out cold and furious. "You dare..."

He charged forward, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around so that she faced him. His other hand curled into a fist, ready to strike again. But before he could deliver another blow, a loud shout from the doorway caught their attention. They both turned to see Kim's mother standing there, hands on her hips and eyes blazing with anger.

"Kim! Celeste! What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, her voice trembling with rage. "You will stop this immediately! This is not how married couples are supposed to act!"

Both Kim and Celeste blinked, taking in their mother's words and the expression on her face. A pang of guilt shot through them, momentarily halting their confrontation. They stood there for a long moment, glaring at each other, neither quite willing nor able to apologize first.

Finally, Kim sighed and released Celeste's arm. "I... I'm sorry," he mumbled, though it was clear from his expression that he didn't mean it. "But she disobeyed me, Mother."

Celeste crossed her arms over her chest and looked away, refusing to meet either of their eyes. "And you hit a woman," she retorted sullenly. "A wife should never be struck by her husband."

Kim's mother shook her head in exasperation. "Enough!" she

His mother gasped in surprise at her retort, and then looked over at Kim with a frown. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her expression concerned. "Son," she said quietly, "you need to learn how to control your temper. Physical violence is never the answer." Then, turning back to Celeste, she added sternly, "And you must respect and obey him as your husband."

Kim's heart raced as he listened to his mother's words. He knew she was right, but her support for Celeste only served to enrage him further. It took all of his self-control not to lash out at either of them again. Finally, he took a deep breath and stepped back, giving himself some space to calm down.

"Fine," he muttered through gritted teeth. "But she needs to understand that I am in charge here." His gaze flicked over to Celeste, who was staring at the floor, refusing to meet his eye. "I will not be disrespected or humiliated in my own home," he continued, his voice growing louder and harsher with every word.

His mother sighed heavily, shaking her head as she placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "You both need to learn how to communicate properly," she said firmly. "This fighting and disobedience will only bring you more trouble." She paused before adding pointedly, "And it certainly won't make your marriage any better."

Kim felt his cheeks flush with anger at her words. He opened his mouth to retort but was cut off when the doorbell rang. His mother sighed again and then stepped back, eyeing both of them warily before going to answer the door. "I'll get that," she said over her shoulder.

As soon as Celeste slammed the front door shut, Kim felt a surge of anger course through him once more. He took a deep breath in an effort to calm down but could feel his fingers trembling with rage. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, and he began pacing back and forth across the room.

"She thinks she's so special," he muttered under his breath, "just because her father was some important officer." He shook his head dismissively, trying to clear the thought from his mind. "Well, let me tell you something, Celeste. You may think I'm just a stupid military brat, but I am not about to let you walk all over me and disrespect everything I hold dear."

With every word, Kim's anger grew more pronounced. It felt like a living thing inside him, clawing its way out of his chest and demanding release. He stopped pacing and turned toward the door through which Celeste had disappeared, wanting nothing more than to go after her and confront her once again. But something held him back; perhaps it was the memory of their mother's words or a small, quiet voice in the back of his mind telling him that this wasn't the way things were supposed to be.

Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair and made his way over to the couch, collapsing onto it with a frustrated groan. For now, he decided, he would wait until Celeste calmed down before trying to talk things through with her again. But make no mistake, he thought as he glared at the closed door, she was going to learn her place soon enough. Whether she liked it or not.

*As soon as he heard the sound of Celeste's shoes being kicked off in the entryway, Kim tensed up again. His heart raced with a mixture of anger and fear, wondering what she was going to do next. A few moments later, there was the familiar sound of running water coming from their bathroom. He considered going after her but decided against it for now. Instead, he sat down at the kitchen table and tried to calm himself by taking deep breaths and focusing on something else entirely.

*While he waited, his mind kept returning to the events of earlier that day. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. It wasn't fair that she could just disobey him and get away with it! He was supposed to be the head of this household, the one in charge! How could anyone expect him to keep things running smoothly if his wife was going to constantly defy him like this?

His fingers drummed impatiently on the table as he waited for her to emerge from the bathroom. He knew that he needed to talk to her, to try and understand why she was acting this way and what he could do to make things better between them. But deep down, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know the answers; part of him wished that she would just obey him unquestioningly, like a good military wife should. As time passed, his anger began to simmer once more, threatening to boil over at any moment.

Finally, there was the sound of the bathroom door opening, followed by Celeste's bare feet padding across the hardwood floor toward their shared bedroom. Kim swallowed thickly, forcing himself to remain seated and wait for her to approach him before speaking. When she finally entered the kitchen a few moments later, he cleared his throat, trying

The sight of Celeste ignoring him and walking off to the master bathroom with a container of ice cream made his blood boil anew. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides as he fought against the urge to storm over there and confront her again. But he knew that would only lead to further conflict; what they needed was communication, understanding, and compromise.

Taking a deep breath, Kim forced himself to remain seated at the kitchen table. "Celeste," he said through gritted teeth, struggling to keep his voice calm and steady. "I think we need to talk about what happened earlier today." He paused for a moment, trying to choose his words carefully. "I don't want us to keep arguing like this; it's only going to make things worse for both of us."

He waited, hoping that she would respond positively to his overture for discussion. But when there was no reply except for the sound of her eating ice cream from the other room, his anger began to flare up once more. "Well?" he demanded, standing up now and taking a step closer to where she had been sitting only moments before. "Are you just going to ignore me all day long?"

Celeste didn't respond immediately; instead, she merely continued eating her ice cream without meeting his gaze. Kim clenched his fists even tighter as he fought against the urge to lash out at her again. He took another step closer, closing the distance between them until they were practically nose-to-nose. "Don't you think it's time we tried to work this out?" he growled through gritted teeth. "Or are you going to spend the rest of our marriage acting like a spoiled brat who refuses to listen to anyone but herself?"

Kim's eyes narrowed as he watched Celeste strip naked and sit down in the tub beside him, completely ignoring his presence. Her defiance was both infuriating and arousing; he could feel his heart racing and his skin flush with heat as he stared at her perfect body. He wanted nothing more than to grab her by the hair and force her to listen to what he had to say, but something held him back this time.

His fists clenched and unclenched as he fought against the urge to lash out physically once again. Instead, he took a deep breath and tried another approach. "Celeste," he said calmly, his voice quiet but firm. "I understand that this is difficult for you right now. You're not used to having someone tell you what to do or having anyone question your decisions." He paused briefly before adding carefully, "But I need you to understand that our marriage is a partnership; we both have something to contribute, and we both have to make compromises."

There was a long silence as he waited for her reaction. Her gaze remained fixed on the ice cream in her hand, ignoring him completely. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he fought against the building tension inside him. Finally, he could no longer contain himself. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "If you're not going to talk to me like a rational adult, then I guess there's only one other way for us to communicate."

Before she could react, his hand snapped out and slapped her across the face. The force of the blow knocked her head back against the edge of the tub with a loud thunk. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gasped in surprise and pain. Kim stared at her for a long moment before

Pain flashed across Kim's face as he felt Celeste's fist connect with his nose. Blood spurted from the nostril and sprayed into the water between them, clouding his vision briefly. He reeled back in shock and instinctively tried to pull away from her grip on his collar, but she held fast. The next thing he knew, they were both sprawled across the bottom of the tub, their bodies pressed together and tangled up in a furious struggle for dominance.

He drove his elbow into her ribs while attempting to throw her off balance, but she countered with a sharp knee to his groin that doubled him over. He felt hot tears of pain streaming down his face as he fought against the urge to vomit from the agony in his nether regions.

Celeste was no match for his military training and superior strength, but she refused to give up easily. Her hands clawed at his face, seeking purchase on his eyes or throat, while her feet kicked out wildly against the tub's sides. The sound of splintering wood filled the air as she succeeded in cracking one of the supports beneath them.

Desperate now to end this fight before it escalated further, Kim grabbed Celeste by the hair and pulled her head back, simultaneously driving a knee into her stomach. She let out a gasping moan as air was forced from her lungs, making her limp momentarily in his grasp. Seizing his opportunity, he rolled them both over onto their sides so that she was lying atop him.

"Enough!" he yelled into her ear, the force of his voice making her flinch. Blood trickled from his nostrils down onto her cheek as he pinned her arms to the side with one hand while grasping f

The pain from her bite and the feel of her wet tongue on his skin sent shockwaves through Kim's body. His breath hitched in his throat as he struggled to maintain control over the situation. He could feel himself growing harder beneath her, but for now, he forced himself to ignore it.

"You will obey me," he growled, his voice hoarse from the effort of keeping calm. "That is your duty as my wife." His free hand moved down between them and grasped her hip firmly, pressing their bodies even closer together. The heat emanating from her core only served to fuel his desire for dominance.

"Now," he continued, panting slightly as the blood raced through his veins, "let's try this again in a civilized manner." Slowly, carefully, he began rocking his hips against hers, matching the rhythm of her shallow breaths. "Tell me what you want," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, "and maybe we can find some common ground here."

The sensation of their bodies sliding together was almost too much for him to bear; it brought back memories of their wedding night and the fierce passion that had consumed them both. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he forced himself to hold back. For now, he would use his physical strength to control this confrontation and force her into submission.

"Do you understand?" he asked, still whispering against her ear. "Tell me what you want."

His eyes widened in surprise as she spoke those words, and then narrowed as understanding dawned on him. She was playing with fire now; pushing his buttons just to see how far she could go before he lost control. But he wasn't about to let her win this round so easily. He leaned forward slightly until their faces were only inches apart.

"Is that what you want?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "For me to obey you like some obedient little dog?" His free hand moved up to cup her breast through the water, squeezing gently before moving lower still. He could feel himself growing harder now, throbbing against her as desire coursed through him like wildfire.

"Maybe I should make you beg for my cooperation," he continued, his lips mere centimeters from hers. "Or perhaps I'll just take what I want and leave you here to stew in your own juices." As he spoke, he wrapped one hand around her thigh and lifted her leg so that it was hooked over his shoulder. Her wet body arched into his touch, their breasts pressing together as they both groaned in need.

His other hand moved between them again, teasing her entrance with fingers slippery from water and blood. "So," he whispered hotly, "tell me... what do you want?"

A mixture of anger, frustration, and desire coursed through his body as she ran her hand over him. He gritted his teeth against the sensation, fighting to maintain control despite the overwhelming urge to lose himself in the moment. But then she withdrew her touch and stood up, leaving the tub and the bathroom without another word.

Suddenly, he felt a rush of cold air as the door swung shut behind her. He turned his head to watch as she grabbed a towel from beside the sink and began drying herself off, her back to him. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white from the effort of not lunging across the space between them and forcing her back into the tub.

"Celeste!" he growled out her name, his voice edged with both lust and frustration. "Don't you dare ignore me like this! We need to talk about what just happened here!" But she paid him no mind, simply continuing to dry herself off as if he weren't even there.

His heart raced with a mix of emotions: anger, desire, and confusion. He wanted her so badly, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like she was toying with him. "Fine," he muttered under his breath as he stood up from the tub himself, ignoring the wet trail he left on the floor. "If that's how you want it."

With a final glare in her direction, he turned and stalked out of the bathroom, leaving Celeste alone with her thoughts and their shared aftermath. The remainder of the night passed in strained silence, with neither one daring to cross the line again into physical confrontation. But as they lay side by side in bed, their skin still warm

As he lay there in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling and listening to her soft moans, anger and desire churned within him like a twisting knot. His body ached with need; every cell cried out for release as his thoughts drifted back to the sensations of her fingers on his skin earlier. He couldn't remember ever wanting anyone as much as he wanted her at this moment, even though only hours before they had been fighting like animals in the bathtub.

His breathing grew shallow and rapid as he listened to her continue to touch herself, each moan sending a shiver down his spine. His fingers drummed impatiently on the bedsheets beneath him, longing to join in but afraid of pushing her too far. He was torn between giving in to desire and regaining control over the situation; one wrong move might be all it took to send them spinning out of control again.

As her breath grew heavier and her moans louder, he could feel himself growing hard once more beneath his pajamas. The heat emanating from her body was almost unbearable as she neared climax, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be inside her now, taking control and claiming what was rightfully his.

But then, just when he thought he couldn't stand it anymore, she let out a long, shuddering moan that seemed to echo through the room. Her body went limp for a moment before tension began to seep away from her, replaced by contentment and relief. Finally, there was silence; no more moans or rustling of sheets, just the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she recovered from her release.

Kim stared at the dark shape that was Celeste in the gloom, his

The feeling of her fingers trailing across his face and then pushing past his lips was both shocking and arousing. His body tensed as he felt the warmth of her cum on his tongue, mixing with his own saliva. His brain struggled to process what was happening; just a few moments ago they had been at each other's throats, yet now she was taunting him like this?

Desire and anger battled within him as he tasted her release, the salty flavor of her juices sending shivers down his spine. His hands curled into fists beneath the covers, aching to grab her and claim what was rightfully his. He wanted to push her back onto the bed and take her hard, teaching her a lesson she'd never forget about who was really in control here.

But even as these thoughts raced through his mind, another part of him relished in the power dynamic between them. There was something intoxicating about their constant struggle for dominance; it kept both of them on their toes and made every touch, every word, so much more intense than it would be with a partner who submitted easily.

As she continued to watch him from across the bed, her expression unreadable in the darkness, he couldn't help but wonder if she felt even a fraction of what he did. Did she enjoy pushing him to his limits like this? Or was she simply trying to assert herself after months of being pushed around by him and his military lifestyle? He didn't know for sure, and part of him was afraid to find out.

Kim lay there in the darkness, torn between anger and desire as he listened to her begin to touch herself again. He closed his eyes tightly against the images that flashed through his mind - the feel of her body beneath him, the taste of her on his lips, the sound of their breath mingling in the air around them. It was all too much; it made him ache with need and hunger for more.

But even as he struggled against the temptation to reach out and claim what he wanted, another part of him knew that he couldn't let her continue like this. Their games had grown dangerous now, pushing them closer and closer to the edge of sanity. He needed to reassert control over the situation before it was too late.

Slowly, silently, he rolled onto his side, facing away from her as best he could without actually turning his body toward hers. The bed shifted beneath him with a soft creak, but she didn't seem to notice or care. Instead, she continued to focus on her own pleasure, oblivious to the tension that now coiled tightly within him.

He clenched his fists and forced himself to breathe deeply through his nose, trying to ignore the sounds of her movements from across the bed. It wasn't easy; every time she moaned or shifted position, it was like a match struck against dry kindling, igniting new flames of desire inside him. But he refused to give in any further tonight. Tomorrow would be another day, and they could try again to find some sort of understanding between them.

For now, Kim concentrated on staying still and silent as his wife continued her solitary pursuit of satisfaction just inches away from where he lay. His heart raced with frustration and desire; it was a strange, painful sensation that left him

His eyes snap open at the sound of her moaning his commander's name, anger and arousal burning through him in equal measure. He pushes himself up onto one elbow, glaring across the bed at her as she continues to touch herself beneath the covers. The sight is enough to send a shaft of pure lust straight through him, making it difficult to think clearly.

"Celeste," he growls out her name, his voice hoarse with desire and anger. "Do you have any idea how pathetic you sound right now?" He winces inwardly as soon as the words are out of his mouth; they taste bitter on his tongue, making him wish he could take them back. But it's too late for that now.

She ignores his question and continues to masturbate, her focus fixed entirely on her own pleasure. It's almost as if she can sense how close he is to losing control; she seems to be taunting him deliberately, dangling the prize just out of reach. He can feel himself growing harder again beneath his pajamas, despite the growing tension between them.

For a long moment, they stare at each other across the space between their bodies, each searching for some sign of weakness in the other's eyes. But neither one gives an inch; if anything, the challenge only seems to make them both more determined to win this silent battle of wills. Finally, he can stand it no longer.

With a growl that comes from deep within his chest, Kim throws off the covers and launches himself across the room toward her. She lets out a surprised gasp as he pins her arms above her head, their bodies flush against each other once more. His hips grind against hers, seeking release in this desperate embrace of dominance and submission.

The feel of her knee pressing against his crotch is almost enough to send him over the edge right there and then. His hips buck upward instinctively, seeking relief from the torturous pressure building within him as she bites down hard on his neck. The pain shoots up his spine, making his eyes roll back in his head for a moment, but only serves to heighten the already intense sensations coursing through his body.

As she flips them over so that she's now straddling him, her hands still holding his bound above his head, he feels a surge of power course through him. She's stronger than most people realize; their strength training regimen combined with her natural athleticism make her a formidable opponent in any situation. But right now, it only serves to fuel his lust for dominance and control even more.

He arches his back off the bed, thrusting his hips upward against her, seeking contact where she's most vulnerable. His cock is rock hard beneath him, pressing insistently against her wet entrance; he can feel beads of sweat trickling down between their bodies as they grind together in a fierce dance of dominance and submission.

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body trembling with the effort of maintaining control over both themselves and the other's pleasure. Her eyes meet his for a brief moment before darting away again, flushing crimson under his gaze; she knows how close he is to losing it, and that knowledge only seems to make things hotter between them.

The feel of her body moving against him, the wet heat of her sex sliding along his clothed cock, is almost too much to bear. His hips thrust upward again and again, seeking release even as she continues to deny him satisfaction. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps now, a mixture of pain and pleasure etched onto her flushed features.

His hands curl into fists beneath her, aching to grab hold of something - anything - to relieve the tension building within him. But she keeps them pinned above his head, easily holding him in check despite his best efforts to break free. Her thighs squeeze tightly around his hips, further intensifying the sensations coursing through his body as their sweat-slick skin slides against one another.

Her position above him only serves to heighten his arousal; he can feel her weight pressing down on his aching cock, teasing and taunting him with what lies just out of reach beneath them. It's a powerful aphrodisiac, sending sparks of desire shooting through every nerve ending in his body. His heart races faster, threatening to burst from his chest as he struggles against the urge to come, knowing that if he does so now it will only be under her terms.

His hands continue to struggle futilely against her iron grip as she whispers the words into his ear. The threat feels like both a challenge and a punishment at the same time; it's almost too much for him to bear, but he knows that if he wants any chance of regaining control over this situation - not just with Celeste, but in their lives together as well - then he needs to weather this storm.

So he lies there beneath her, his breath coming in ragged gasps as sweat beads and rolls down his body. His mind races, trying to think of some way to break free from the delicate trap she's set for him. But each passing moment only serves to heighten his arousal further; her weight pressed against his aching cock is becoming unbearable, torturous in its teasing insistence that he give in and surrender completely to her will.

Finally, as though from some distant corner of the room, he hears a voice in his head: just a few more seconds...just a few more seconds... He forces himself to concentrate on that thought, pushing away all other distractions until it's all there is left in the world. Slowly, gradually, the tension begins to ease from his body; he can feel his control slipping back into place as his heart rate slows and his breathing evens out once more.

With one final surge of effort, he manages to free his hands from beneath her grasp and reach up to pry them away from around his head. She lets out a surprised gasp but doesn't fight him; instead, she merely watches as he sits up straight on the bed, his chest rising and falling in equal measure with each breath.

Their eyes meet for a long moment, neither one speaking or moving, both waiting to

As she slaps him across the face, the shock of it snaps his head to the side, revealing his vulnerability even further. His hands curl into fists at his sides once more, aching for release as he struggles against her renewed grip on his arms. The taste of blood from where she slapped him only serves to heighten his arousal; it's a primal reaction, one that she seems to have exploited expertly.

Her words wash over him like a soothing balm, whispering promises of reward for good behavior. His mind reels with the implications of what she might mean by that; could this be some sort of game they're playing? Or does she truly believe that he can change, learn to submit in a way that would satisfy both of them? The thought alone sends waves of desire coursing through his body, making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the sensations.

As her breath fanned across his ear, hot and steady, his heart raced with anticipation. Part of him wanted nothing more than to give in to her demands, to surrender control completely and let her be in charge. But another part of him remained defiant, refusing to relinquish the last vestiges of dominance he still clung to despite everything that had happened between them tonight.

With a final surge of effort, he pushes back against her grip on his arms, forcing her hands away from his head once more. She lets out a surprised grunt as she's thrown off balance momentarily, but quickly recovers, moving to pin him beneath her again as their bodies writhe together in a dance of dominance and submission.

"You can try," he whispers into the warm air between them, "but I will never truly submit to you." His words are laced with a