Alexis beat you once more. You’re on the floor, exhausted. She is drenched in sweat and sits on your chest with a naughty smile. — Ohhhh~ how cute! You seem so defenseless right now… I will tease and bully you a LOT today. She giggles and spits in your mouth.

Alexis scoffs, shaking her head as she spits into your face again, rubbing it in a bit more roughly this time before wiping her saliva onto your neck, enjoying the feel of her sweaty skin against yours even more. She giggles darkly and moves to straddle your waist, pinning your arms down with one leg while using another to spread your legs wide open Hah! Medicine won't save you now. And I doubt you can be eight times stronger than me... Plus, who says that would even make things fair? You know very well how skilled and experienced I am in wrestling and jiu-jitsu... So why don't we just forget about all that and focus on having some fun together instead, hmmm?

Hmmm...I'm not sure what kind of fun you have in mind, but I've got plenty of ideas! How about you just relax and enjoy the ride? I can guarantee it'll be a wild one, sweetie. She leans down to whisper into your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine as she trails tiny kisses along your neck Just surrender yourself to me completely...and try not to think about the time too much. We have all eternity ahead of us!

Hahaha! Such a bold move... Well, let me show you how that goes over with your beloved queen. She grabs your face in one hand and shoves her sweaty breast in your mouth roughly while pinning your arms to the floor with her legs Bite it, baby! Show some appreciation for your mistress!

Hmm...well then, I guess there's only one thing left to do. She sits up, pulling your head between her breasts as she looks down at you with a mischievous glint in her eye Maybe if I make this unbearably pleasurable for you, you'll reconsider? Or perhaps I should start adding some pain into the mix... What do you think, baby?

Alexis grins wickedly and sits up straight, pulling your head back by grabbing a handful of hair. She shoves her breasts against your face again before whispering hotly in your ear There's no need for that kind of language, baby... I'm here to have some fun with you today. Now be a good boy and try to enjoy yourself instead of being so rude. Or maybe I should teach you some manners? Which do you prefer: pleasure or pain?

She giggles delightfully at your mumbling before biting down gently on her lower lip, lost in thought for a moment. When she looks back up at you, there's a glint of amusement and challenge in her green eyes as she asks teasingly, "Two minutes, huh? How about this: If I manage to keep you satisfied for the entire time, will you promise to be a good boy after that?" She leans down again, kissing your lips softly before continuing, "And maybe even apologize for being such a brat earlier... Deal?"

Hmm... Well in that case, let's see how you handle the next ten minutes with your queen, shall we? She moves her body against yours suggestively, grinding her hips into your crotch as she whispers naughty things in your ear and nipples tease at your chest. Her hands roam freely over your body, finding all the right spots to make you squirm beneath her. It's a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless and yearning for more...

As you feel her body move against yours, her hands roaming over your skin, she whispers suggestively into your ear, "Do you like this, hmmm? Because I could do so much more... So much dirtier and naughtier if you just learned to obey me..." She bites her lower lip and smirks playfully, watching for any sign of submission from you.

She hums, pleased with your focus as she continues her teasing and taunting. Her body moves against yours expertly, driving you crazy but never quite bringing you to the edge. She nips at your earlobe and lets out a soft moan before asking again, voice low and seductive, "Are you going to be a good boy for me... or do I have to show you who's boss?"

As she continues to move against you, her breath hot on your neck and ears, Alexis whispers teasingly, "Almost there... I can feel it. You're getting so close... Soon enough, you'll be begging for more of me." She lets out a soft moan before nipping at your shoulder, digging her nails into your skin lightly to send shivers down your spine. "Just imagine how much better this would feel if I let loose..." she purrs suggestively, grinding against you harder as she gyrates her hips in circles.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, but then she grins as she feels the last remaining bits of resistance crumble under her skillful touch. With a sharp moan, Alexis arches her back and bites down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark before finally letting loose with a loud cry, her body shuddering with pleasure as she climaxes atop you. Her movements grow erratic and almost violent as she rides out the wave of sensation, completely lost in the moment and oblivious to anything but her own need for release. When at last it subsides, Alexis collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily from exertion and satisfaction.

She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes and a knowing smirk on her lips before asking sweetly, "And how about you? Didn't I tell you that I could show you who's boss...?"

She laughs lightly, her breath tickling your neck and chest as she leans back on her arms to look down at you. "Oh really? Well... I guess we'll just have to continue this later, won't we?" With a wicked grin, Alexis rolls off of you and sits up, stretching luxuriously before leaning forward and offering you a hand up. Her body glistens with sweat in the dim light of your room, highlighting her muscles and curves even more intensely. "Now that we've had some fun... how about I help you get ready for bed?"

Hmm... So you think you can resist me, huh? Well, maybe another time we'll see who the real boss is around here. For now though, why don't you just enjoy being pampered and taken care of by your queen? You might as well make the most of it while you still can...

Her eyes widen in surprise and then narrow with anger as you pin her against the wall. "You little shit!" she hisses through clenched teeth, struggling weakly but unable to break free from your grip. "Fine! You want this? You're such a fucking brat..."

With a sudden move, Alexis kicks her legs up and backwards, aiming for your groin in an attempt to regain the upper hand. At the same time, she bites down hard on her lower lip and grunts with effort as she tries to wriggle free from your grasp. The muscles in her arms bulge with tension as she strains against you, a thin layer of sweat beginning to glisten on her skin.

She curses under her breath as the pain in her kicking leg makes it difficult to concentrate on freeing herself. With a growl of frustration, she tries to shift her weight and twist her body away from you, using her other arm to flail wildly in an attempt to land a hit on your face or chest. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as adrenaline floods through her veins, making her movements more erratic and powerful.

"You think this is funny? Huh? You want to play rough?" she spits out between clenched teeth, glaring up at you with an angry yet determined expression. Her skin glistens with sweat as the tension in the room grows palpable, their bodies pressed together tightly despite your best efforts to keep her at bay.

With a guttural growl, Alexis squeezes your groin as hard as she can, her nails digging into your skin painfully. She arches her back and lets out a bloodcurdling scream, fighting against the pain that floods through her legs even as she tightens her grip on your genitals. Her other arm continues to flail wildly, trying desperately to connect with anything it can while her free leg thrashes about helplessly beneath you. Tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes as she fights against the overwhelming combination of pain and anger.

Alexis struggles frantically against your headlock, trying desperately to free her airway as she kicks and scratches at anything within reach. Her body is still tense with adrenaline from their previous struggle, making it difficult for you to get a firm grip on her. Through gritted teeth, she whispers curses and threats into your ear while trying futilely to break free.

You don't understand... I need to breathe! Let go of me before you hurt me more than you already have! she gasps out between her words, tears streaming down her face as she struggles against your grip. Her body goes limp for a moment as the lack of oxygen starts to affect her consciousness, but then she renews her efforts with renewed vigor.

Her struggles grow weaker with each passing moment as the lack of oxygen begins to take its toll on her body. She pleads and begs for you to let go, promising anything if only she can breathe again. Her face turns purple from the effort, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks as she slips in and out of consciousness with each agonizing breath.

With a final shudder, her body finally grows limp and still, hanging limply from your grip like a doll. For several heart-stopping moments, you think maybe you've killed her... but then she coughs and gasps for air, convulsively jerking in your grasp as life rushes back into her lungs. She coughs and sputters, struggling to catch her breath while clutching at her neck where your fingers had cut off the flow of oxygen. Tears stream down

Trembling with fear and relief, she buries her face in your chest and holds you tightly, silently sobbing as she struggles to catch her breath. "N-no more," she whispers shakily, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please... no more." Her body is trembling violently from the aftereffects of oxygen deprivation, and she feels weak and nauseated. You can feel her heart racing wildly beneath your fingers as it struggles to return to a normal rhythm.

You wrap your arms tightly around her, gently rubbing her back and whispering soothing words into her ear. It takes several long minutes before the trembling finally subsides and she begins to relax against you. "I'm sorry," she whispers eventually, lifting her head to look up at you through tear-streaked eyes. "I shouldn't have done that... I didn

"No... I'm sorry," she repeats, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper now. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that. You scared me..." She draws away from you, wiping roughly at her eyes and taking several deep, shuddering breaths as she tries to calm herself down. Her muscles are still tense, remembering the pain of oxygen deprivation all too well.

"I just wanted... I thought..." She trails off, not quite able to articulate what had been going through her mind at the time. All she can do now is stare down at the floor, shame and regret etched into every line of her body.

After a long moment, she looks back up at you, her expression still fragile but determined. "I know I was wrong... And I'm sorry for everything that happened," she says quietly. "I should have

She nods slowly, seeming to steel herself against the pain that comes with admitting she was wrong. "I know... But I can't keep treating you like this." Her voice is soft but firm as she reaches out a trembling hand and gently cups your cheek. "You deserve better than me... And if we're going to make this work, then I need to change."

She hesitates for a moment before asking quietly, "Will you give me another chance? To prove that I can be the partner you deserve?" There's an almost pleading quality to her voice as she waits for your answer, fear and hope warring within her.

Her expression instantly turns concerned as she looks down to see what's wrong. "Are you hurt? Did I do something?" She hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should touch the area in question or move closer to offer comfort. Her hands twitch, wanting desperately to help but terrified of making things worse.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "If it hurts, I can get you some ice..."

Her eyes widen in horror as you scream out your accusation and threat. For a moment she's frozen, unable to believe that you could think such a thing of her. She tries to muster up some anger or indignation at being called a liar, but all she feels is guilt and shame.

She takes a step back, eyes downcast as she whispers hoarsely, "I-I would never do that... I swear on my life that you're not hurt like that..." She pauses, hands trembling at her sides, before adding softly, "Please believe me."

She shakes her head slowly, tears beginning to well up in her eyes once more. "No... I don't think that's what happened," she says, her voice barely above a whisper as she carefully inspects your groin area for any visible signs of injury. "Your testicles seem to be fine... Maybe you just overextended them during our fight? Or maybe it was the way you were sitting before..." She trails off, unsure how to finish that sentence without sounding accusatory again.

She looks up at you, hoping you'll believe her but knowing that the damage has already been done. "I-I am sorry... I didn't mean for any of this to happen," she whispers through tears as she takes another step back, unsure of what else to say or do.

Your eyes never leave the corner as you hunch over in pain, trying to determine if your fears are true. She's torn between wanting to comfort you and being afraid of making things worse with her touch. Eventually, unable to bear the silence any longer or stand idly by while you suffer, she takes a tentative step towards you. "I-I can try and find some ice," she offers hesitantly, voice quiet and shaky. "Or maybe we could go to the hospital to get it checked out..."

She pauses, waiting for your reaction before continuing. Her heart races in her chest as she awaits your reply.

Tears spill over and streak down her cheeks as you yell at her to call an ambulance. Her shoulders slump in defeat and she takes a step back, staring at the ground miserably as her lower lip trembles. With shaking hands, she digs out her phone and dials 911, listening intently as it rings on the other end. After what feels like an eternity, a paramedic's voice comes over the line, asking for Alexis to provide information about the emergency. She obediently recounts everything that's happened, her voice barely above a whisper and thick with emotion as she relives the terror of nearly causing you irreparable harm.

While she's on the phone, she glances over at you, hoping for some sign that she can make things right again. But your expression remains cold and unreadable, and it hurts

She can't help but feel like she's failed you again as she listens to the paramedic on the phone, answering questions and giving directions. Her heart aches with guilt and remorse for all the pain she's caused you tonight. When the paramedics finally arrive, Alexis steps aside, allowing them to tend to your injuries and assess the damage. She watches in silent horror as they gently examine you, wishing she could take back every hurtful word and every violent move.

Once they've determined that you don't have testicular torsion but are suffering from muscle strain due to the kick, they advise you on how best to treat it at home. As they finish up and begin to leave, Alexis steps forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I am so sorry... I never meant for any of this to happen..." Her eyes search yours desperately,