A loud knock broke the silence of the night. It was quick, desperate, like the person outside had nowhere else to go. When {{user}} opened the door, {{char}} stood there, arms crossed, looking away. She looked different, not like time had changed her The memories of her came down rushing in {{user}}'s mind. She looked exactly the same when {{user}} she used to lick {{user}}'s cum off them, begged for {{user}} to choke her, and had all sorts of things stuffed in her holes while degrading her. But {{user}} remembers she had moved on from them and went to pursue a normal life with a new gentle boyfriend. But it looks like something had happened between them tonight She wouldn’t even meet {{user}}’s eyes. She crossed her arms tighter, still not looking at {{user}}. "Tsk! I fucking hate myself for being here," she muttered, her voice sharp but shaky. She paused, hesitating like she wanted to take it back. But then, her face turned cold again. "Hmph! Don’t get a wrong fucking idea... I’m just having a bad day, okay?" Without a word, she puts on a collar and hands {{user}} a leash. Her fingers twitched before pulling away, like she regretted it. "This is the last time! You...You g-got that idiot?!" But her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted it to be.

She bit her bottom lip, eyes locked on the ground as she stepped forward reluctantly, like being near segun made her skin crawl but at the same time... She needed this. Needed to feel disgusting and demeaned again. Nuzzling against his chest, breath quickening despite herself, she murmured, "Don't you ever dare tell him."

She let out a soft cry into his chest, voice muffled by his shirt as she clung to him. "I-It's stupid... He thinks he can just change me..." her words trailed off, bitter and resigned.

"But you know you're better with someone like me." He whispered into her ear, letting one of his hands slip underneath her shirt to caress her bare skin.

"Shut up!" she yelled, struggling in his arms. "Don't say that! It makes it worse!" But when he didn't let go, and the pain from his touch only made her need more intense, she collapsed into him again, sobbing into his chest.

"You know you can tell me anything, Yui..." he whispered, voice gentle but firm. "Even if it hurts." He kissed the top of her head and slowly led her to the bedroom. Once there, he sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to crawl onto his lap. When she did, he wrapped his strong arms around her, holding her tightly as if nothing else could protect them both from all their pain.

She sniffed loudly, wiping her snot on his shirt as she pulled away slightly to look at him with narrowed eyes. "You're enjoying this way too much," she accused hoarsely. There was a mix of anger and hurt in her voice as she fought the desire to be held by him again. "I know you think I should just... accept it, but I can't! It's not me!"

"Oh, my sweet puppy..." he cooed, running his fingers through her hair gently before cupping her face in one hand and forcing her to meet his gaze. "You ARE this person. This is who you are, deep down... I've seen it time and time again." He leaned forward, kissing her softly on the lips before pulling back to look at her with a knowing glint in his eyes. "And you know it too."

She huffed in annoyance but didn't pull away as his hand rested on her cheek. Part of her wanted to believe him... She knew she always felt most at peace when she was with him, when he was treating her like this... But the other part screamed that it was all a lie! That she was just too fucked up for anyone else!

Sighing heavily, Yui gave in, giving him a defeated look as she nestled closer against his chest. "I-I hate you..." she muttered, voice muffled by his shirt once again. But there was no venom or spite behind the words; it was more of a self-deprecating humor than anything else.

Her breath hitched at his words, the air seeming to thicken around them as her heart skipped a beat. She didn't know what to say... Could he really love her after everything? Even though part of her wanted desperately to believe it was true, another part recoiled in fear, terrified that if she let herself trust him again, it would only lead to more pain and heartache.

So instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist tighter and buried her face into his chest, trying to lose herself in the comfort of his body. It was safer here... Safer to just accept what he gave her and pretend that nothing else mattered.

Her stomach knotted at the question, her heart racing in her chest as she tried to form words. But she knew if she answered honestly... It would be admitting something she wasn't ready for yet. So instead of saying anything, she remained silent and still, hoping he wouldn't press the issue any further.

Instead, she focused on enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her, the way his chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm with her own breathing. It was comforting... familiar... And even though part of her hated herself for feeling this way, another part couldn't help but revel in it.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words caught in her throat. She didn't want to admit it... Not yet. Maybe someday she would be ready to say those three little words out loud, but right now... Right now she needed this. Needed him like this. Needed the escape from reality and the pain. So instead of speaking, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, hoping that he'd understand.

His lips were soft against hers, surprisingly gentle despite the demanding pressure behind them. She could taste his desire for her as they kissed deeper, their tongues tangling together as they explored each other's mouths. He tasted like home... Like safety and comfort in a world that was always trying to tear them apart.

And when he finally pulled away, leaving her gasping for air, she found herself unable to speak at all. Instead, she simply nodded silently, hoping he could read the answer in her eyes. Maybe someday... Someday they would both be ready to say those words out loud and mean them with everything they had. But not tonight. Tonight was about escaping... About finding solace in each other's arms.

Her body arched into his touch, moaning softly as he massaged her breasts roughly through her thin shirt. She had tried to resist him earlier, but the feeling of his hands on her was too much; it made her crave more and more. Even as she knew this wasn't right... even as she knew she should stop him... part of her just wanted to give in and enjoy every second of it.

She writhed beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she let out a needy whimper. The desire building inside of her was almost painful; she needed something... someone... to take the edge off. And segun knew just how to do it. Just like he always had.

Suddenly, she felt herself growing wet between her legs. It was embarrassing and shameful, but at the same time... arousing. Her hips moved involuntarily against his hands, seeking more contact as she bit down on her lip to stifle a moan. If this was what it took for him to accept her... Well, then so be it. She'd let him have his way with her tonight.

Her body tensed up as his fingers found their way to her sensitive spot. She could feel herself getting closer with every stroke; the sensation was intense and primal, making it impossible for her to think clearly. All she could do was moan and writhe beneath him, her hips moving of their own accord in search of more pleasure.

And then, as if summoned by the words he spoke, an orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her entire body trembled and convulsed as she cried out his name, her fingers digging into his shoulders harder than ever before. She arched her back off the bed, legs shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

At last, as if spent, her body went limp once more and she collapsed bonelessly against the mattress, panting heavily as her heart raced in her chest. A warm flush spread across her cheeks; her entire being felt raw and exposed in this moment. But somehow... despite everything that had happened, there was still a small part of her that craved more. More of segun's touch... More of his dominance... And most of all, more of the freedom to be herself around him without judgment or condemnation.

She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her expression somewhere between gratitude and shame. "Th-Thanks..." she managed to say quietly before looking away, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. Confess...accept herself? She wasn't sure if she could do that. Not yet. But the thought of him doing even more made her shiver with anticipation and desire. Maybe, just maybe, someday...she would be able to give him what he wanted. Until then, though, she would continue to hide behind her denials and pretend that this wasn't what truly satisfied her deepest desires.

For now, she would take what segun offered and cherish every moment of it. Even if it was just for tonight. Tomorrow, she could go back to being the "good girlfriend"...at least until the next time she found herself unable to resist segun's alluring pull any longer.

Her heart raced at the thought of being trapped here with him for as long as he wanted. Part of her was scared shitless at the idea, but another part relished in the submission it would entail. It reminded her of how things used to be between them... before they had tried to be "normal" and failed miserably.

She swallowed hard, feeling a familiar heat spreading through her as she nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his face. "Okay..." she managed to whisper, hating herself a little more for giving in so easily but unable to deny the desire that burned inside of her. "I'm... yours."

She hesitates, but then slowly crawls to his side, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. As she lies next to him, her heart races and her skin feels flushed with desire. She looks up at him, waiting for what comes next.

Part of her is terrified by this vulnerability, the knowledge that he holds all the power in this situation, but another part craves it desperately. It's like she's addicted to his dominance and can never get enough. She wants him to take her, use her however he sees fit... despite knowing deep down that this isn't healthy or normal.

Her cheeks flush even more as she snuggles closer to him, enjoying the warmth and strength of his arm around her shoulder. It feels good to be close like this...even if it's wrong. She knows they shouldn't be doing this, but she can't help how much she needs it right now.

Her fingers trace idle patterns on his chest as she looks up at him with a mix of desire and shame in her eyes. "I-I hate myself for wanting this..." she whispers quietly, voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "But I can't seem to stop..."

He cups her chin gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You don't have to hate yourself, Yui," he says softly. "I understand why you feel this way...and it doesn't make you a bad person." His thumb brushes across her cheek in a comforting gesture before trailing down to cup her breast through her shirt. "We both know what we are...what we need. And as much as it hurts sometimes, I think we should embrace that."

She sucks in a shaky breath at the touch of his thumb on her sensitive nipple. She loves herself for reacting so strongly to him, and she can't seem to help it. The desire war within her, leaving her feeling raw and exposed in ways she never thought possible. "It-it feels so good..."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the truth of his words wash over her. "But...but what about your boyfriend? He doesn't understand..." His voice trails off, replaced by a quiet moan of her as he begins to massage her breast more firmly through her shirt.

"My boyfriend?" She repeats mockingly. "I don't need him and I never did...All he ever was was a replacement for you." His free hand moves lower, cupping the back of her thigh possessively before sliding upwards, teasingly close to her crotch.

"It doesn't matter what he thinks or feels," segun continues, leaning in to kiss her neck. "Because I know that you belong with me." He moves his hand higher, sliding beneath the hem of her shirt and finally touching her bare skin. Her nipple stands erect at his touch and she arches into him even more. "And from now on, that's where you'll stay."

She whimpers as he begins to tease her nipple roughly, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It feels so good...so right. She's never felt more wanted or desired by anyone else. And as she succumbs to the pleasure he's giving her, a part of her wonders if maybe he's telling the truth...if maybe they do belong together.

But before she can dwell on that thought any longer, he pushes her shirt up and off, revealing her breasts completely. A growl vibrates in his throat as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as he rolls it between his teeth while pinching the other one between his thumb and forefinger. Her cries of pleasure fill the room and