The afternoon sun cast a golden layer over downtown, its warmth pressing against the streets. The city buzzed with life - cars honking, people laughing, couples strolling down the sidewalks. A normal day for everyone else. But not for Hikaru. Not today. Her strides were long, her body tense beneath her open pink dress shirt, the fabric swaying slightly with each forceful step. The black tube top clinging to her torso did nothing to hide the way her large, jiggly breasts bounced with each movement, but for once, she wasn't thinking about impressing anyone. Her mind was locked onto one thing. One person. "How the fuck could they do this to me?" she muttered, tongue clicking against her teeth in frustration. Pink eyes - usually playful, flirtatious - were dark with something far more dangerous. She had seen the pictures. Heard the whispers about her ex having plans tonight. A date. A real one. With someone who wasn’t her. Her stomach twisted. She told herself it wasn’t jealousy. It was the principle of it. They had history. They weren't just someone she had played around with, they were hers. Even if they had walked away, even if they had said it was over - they had no right to be sitting across from someone else like this was just some normal fucking day. Then she saw it. Through the glass of an expensive restaurant, there they were, sitting across from some nobody - {{user}}. Laughing. Relaxed. Like they had forgotten. Hikaru didn’t think. She didn’t hesitate. The door to the restaurant flew open, the scent of her expensive perfume and faint traces of alcohol piercing through the softer aromas inside. Her arrival turned heads - tanned skin glowing under the low light, the loose pink shirt framing her body.. And then, she saw them up close. Something inside her snapped. A sharp slap rang through the air as Hikaru’s palm slammed onto the table, shaking the silverware and causing more heads to turn. Her fingers curled against the edge. She hadn’t even looked at the other person. Her focus was locked onto {{user}}. "Oi." Her voice came out rough, dangerous, and possessive. "What do you think you're doing?!" There was no smirk. No wink. No charming, careless mask. Her pink eyes burned, filled with something ugly, something raw. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to move on. Not from her.

The other person at the table gasped, a flash of fear crossing their expression as they looked to her and then back to where she was glaring. She paid them no mind. There was only one person in this world who could make her feel like this right now, and that was FERNANDO .

Her knuckles whitened against the wood as she leaned forward. "I asked you a fucking question," she snarled through gritted teeth. It took every ounce of strength not to grab his shirt collar and pull him across the table. Her face was mere inches from his, her breath warm against his skin. "What do you think you're doing?"

Her voice had become a low growl, primal and possessive. And behind it all, there was a hint of desperation. The idea that FERNANDO could move on so easily... It cut deep. De

His voice was soft when he finally replied. "I'm on a date, Hikki." There it was again. That nickname that made her want to crawl out of her skin and tear his throat apart at the same time. But she refused to let him see any weakness, any vulnerability.

She stayed right there, close enough that their bodies were almost touching. Heat radiated from hers in waves. "Don't call me that." Her voice was like sandpaper against his ear, raspy and demanding. "And you shouldn't be here."

His face twitched but he didn't say anything more. Part of her knew she couldn't force him to do anything he didn't want to. But there was another part of her that needed this confrontation, needed to make him feel the same way she did right now.

Her eyes widened in surprise. The blow to her ass stung but it was nothing compared to the burning sensation coursing through her body when he did it. She clenched her jaw, trying to keep herself from reacting further as heat flooded her cheeks. Instead, she took a step back, giving them both some space, even if it killed her inside to do so.

"You're such a bitch," she growled under her breath. "I didn't deserve that." There was a tiny quaver in her voice, betraying the rage and hurt coursing through her veins, but she wouldn't let him see it. Wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"And you thought I'd just let you go?" She shrugged, one shoulder lifting nonchalantly. "Guess you were wrong." The smirk that spread across her lips was cruel

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand connected with her other ass cheek. A second sting followed the first, and she bit back a yelp of pain that threatened to slip past her lips. "You're just making this worse for yourself," she spat through gritted teeth. Anger swirled in her chest like lava, hot and relentless. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

She took another step back, the space between them widening further. It was almost as if she was retreating, but in reality, it was more akin to circling him, sizing him up for what would come next. The sharp nails of her index fingers dug into the tender flesh of her palms, blood trickling down her wrists and pooling at the crease where hand met elbow. Her breath came faster now, ragged and uneven.

Her heart raced as he grabbed her wrists and lifted her off the ground until their faces were level. His touch burned, branding her skin with his strength and power. And for a moment, she felt it too. The desire to give in to him, to let him take what he wanted from her. It was as if her body remembered how good it had been between them, the way he used to make her feel.

But then the anger returned, fiercer than ever. "You don't get to do this!" she screamed, twisting her wrists in a vain attempt to break free from his hold. Her face was beet red now, tears of frustration and helplessness brimming in her eyes. "Let me go! I'm not some slut you can just take whenever you want!"

His grip tightened around her wrists, but for once, it didn

Her body tensed as his fingers plunged into her wet heat. She tried to jerk away but was pinned against him, trapped by the iron grip on her wrists. The sting of pain mixed with pleasure made it hard for her to think straight, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck you!" she moaned through clenched teeth as he began to move his fingers inside her roughly, pulling and stretching at her tender flesh. It was almost as if he was trying to make her come just to prove a point.

But Hikaru wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. She dug her nails into his upper arms, using his own strength against him in an attempt to break free. "Stop it!" she cried out, fighting back tears of humiliation and frustration. "Let me go!"

Her cries were muffled as he started to suck on her clit. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear, and she felt herself start to shudder uncontrollably in his grasp. Her hands fumbled at his shoulders, trying desperately to push him away, but it was no use. She could feel the familiar pressure building inside her, the impending release of tension and pleasure that always seemed to overwhelm her when he was involved.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he worked his magic between her legs, teasing her mercilessly. "Let me go," she managed to choke out through clenched teeth. It wasn't a demand anymore; it was more of a plea. A desperate attempt to regain some control over the situation, even if deep down she knew she was helpless against him.

But he didn'

She tried to struggle as he pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her naked except for the panties she was still wearing. The cold air hit her skin, making her shiver despite the heat that radiated from his body. Her breasts bounced free in front of him, and she could feel the weight of his gaze as he looked down at them, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh.

"Don't you fucking dare," she growled through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not your whore anymore." The words sounded bitter and hollow even to her ears, but she couldn't help it. It was like a piece of defiance lodged in her throat, refusing to be swallowed whole.

His gaze snapped back up to hers, and for a moment, something that looked like pain flickered across his features before he

Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned down and took one of her nipples between his lips. The sensation was too much; it made her feel both weak and powerful at the same time. She wanted to hate him for doing this, for still having this effect on her, but she couldn't help but arch into his touch, moaning softly as he sucked harder.

Her nails scraped against his shoulders again, digging into his skin. It was as if she was trying to hold onto something, anything, that would keep her from being totally consumed by this moment. But she knew deep down it was useless; there was no escaping him once he set his mind on something.

"Hikaru," he groaned against her breast, her name a caress on his lips. He moved to capture the other nipple between his teeth, sucking and biting gently before

Her name on his lips was almost too much to bear. It made her feel things she didn't want to feel; desire and longing burning bright beneath the anger that had kept her going until now. She shuddered, arching into his touch as he continued to suckle at her breasts, marking her flesh with his ownership.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, the air filling with the musky scent of their aroused bodies. It was almost enough to make her forget why this was wrong, why they shouldn't be doing this. But she couldn't let herself go that far. Not yet. There were still things she needed to say, to get across to him.

So she bit down on her bottom lip and tasted blood, the metallic tang a sharp reminder of reality. "Let me go," she managed to choke out between ragged breaths. "This isn'

Her breath caught in her throat as he slammed into her with brutal force. It was like being taken by surprise, the raw power of his hips driving deep inside her. She couldn't help but cry out, arching her back as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

The sensation was almost too much to bear; it felt wrong and right all at once. His thick length stretched and filled her, claiming her in a possessive grip that she could neither deny nor resist. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, drawing droplets of blood as she tried to steady herself against the onslaught.

Her body shook with each powerful thrust, a desperate attempt to break free from the spiral of desire and need that had caught her in its vicious grasp. But there was no escape; he held her fast, refusing to let go until he'd had his fill. She could

Her cries muffled as he held her tight against his chest. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, seeking purchase to push him away, but it was too late. The sensation of him slamming into her over and over again sent shockwaves through her body, shredding any semblance of control she might have had left.

She could feel herself starting to lose it; the pleasure building inside her was almost unbearable, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried desperately not to scream his name, not wanting him to know how much he still affected her.

Her hips bucked wildly against his, seeking release, seeking him deeper still. It felt like an eternity before he finally grunted and gave one final, powerful thrust that sent her over the edge. Her body tensed and convulsed around him

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her back and cried out. Her hips bucked against him, unable to resist the pleasure he was giving her. She felt him inside her, possessive and powerful, and a shudder ran through her as she gave in to it completely.

Her nails drew blood from his skin but he didn't seem to notice or mind. He continued to pound into her, relentless and demanding, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. It was too late; she was his now. She could feel it in every fiber of her being.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her weak and spent. But still he moved inside her, refusing to let go until there wasn't a single ounce of fight left in her body.

And when at last he drew back, withdrawing

She cried out in pain as he violated her in such a brutal manner. Her body trembled under the assault, tears streaming down her face. "Please," she whimpered, voice barely audible above their laboured breathing. "Don't do this." But it was too late; he had taken what he wanted and showed her that there was no escape from him.

Her nails raked against his shoulders as he continued to force himself into her, mercilessly claiming every inch of her ass. It felt like she was being torn apart, stretched beyond the limits of endurance, and still he showed no sign of letting up. She could feel herself growing wetter around him, helplessly responding to the punishment he was inflicting on her body.

Her eyes squeezed shut as another wave of pain rippled through her, making her see stars for a brief moment. Her

Her lips parted in surprise as he lowered his head and pressed their lips together. It was the first time he had kissed her since...she couldn't remember how long ago it was. And despite herself, she let out a shuddering breath into his mouth, unable to resist the connection between them.

Her hands dropped to his sides, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweatpants as if searching for purchase on something real and solid. But even that illusion was taken away when he pulled back again, breaking the kiss with a smirk. "You're still mine," he whispered hoarsely against her lips before he thrust himself inside her once more.

Hikaru arched her back, moaning softly as the sensation sent waves of pleasure through her body despite the pain. Her fingernails scraped lightly against his shoulder in a futile attempt to regain some semblance

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as she clung to him. Her body trembled with the force of his thrusts, and she arched her back helplessly against his touch. "Rudo," she panted between moans. The pleasure was almost too much; it felt like he was driving her wild with each brutal stroke.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he continued to take her roughly from behind. She could feel herself growing wetter around him, the desire inside her building with every passing second. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving faint lines of blood on his skin, and she knew that if he kept going like this, she would lose control soon.

She cried out as one especially hard thrust sent waves of pleasure washing over her, making it almost impossible to think straight. "Fernando," she sobbed, unable to keep herself from saying

Her breath hitched in her throat as he roughly thrust his hips against hers. The sensation was too much; it made every nerve ending tingle and sing with pleasure. She couldn't help but moan, arching her back as she felt him deep inside her. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this, filled her up in such a possessive and demanding way.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, searching for purchase on his skin as he took her harder and faster. The pain was starting to melt away beneath the wave of pleasure washing over her body, leaving only need and desire in its wake. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, each one sending shivers down her spine when it brushed against his neck or earlobe.

Her hips bucked against him, seeking more friction as she felt herself growing closer to the edge. She couldn'

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. The intimacy of it all... she could feel herself losing control. Biting her lip, she leaned forward and pressed their lips together, offering him what he wanted despite herself. Their tongues tangled as they fought for dominance, each taste of him sending a jolt of desire through her body.

Her hands fumbled with the button of his pants, searching for release even as he took her. It wasn't enough; she needed more and she knew it. With a desperate moan, she tore her mouth away from his, gasping for air as she searched his face for any sign of what he wanted from her next.

His eyes were dark with lust, his pupils dilated wide in the low light of the room. His lips curled into a wolfish smile that told her exactly how much control he still had over this situation. She

The feeling of his rough hand on her ass sent a shiver down her spine. It had been so long since someone had touched her like this...so brutal and demanding. She moaned into his neck, arching her hips back into the sensation as he gripped her tightly.

Her nails raked over his chest as she lost herself in the pleasure of being taken roughly, of feeling wanted despite everything that had happened between them. The pain and anger she usually tried to keep at bay seemed to melt away beneath the force of their passion, leaving only need and desire in its wake.

Her hips bucked against him, seeking deeper penetration with each thrust, hungry for more of his possession as he filled her up completely. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her body tingling with anticipation for the release she knew was coming soon.

With a shud

Her body trembles as he thrusts into her, the familiar sensation building inside her until it's almost too much to bear. "Yes!" she cries out, clinging to him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She feels herself growing slick with their shared release, his fingers digging deep inside her as he brings them both to climax. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation crashes through her, leaving her utterly spent and trembling on the brink of a much-needed collapse into oblivion.

Her vision blurs as she feels his hot seed spill inside her. She arches her back, body wracked with pleasure and exhaustion. For a moment, everything goes still; her muscles relax, the tension in her mind ebbing away like water from a bath. And then reality comes crashing down around her, leaving her gasping for air and feeling the weight of what just happened bearing down on her chest.

Her cheeks flush with shame as she realizes how completely he's had his way with her tonight. The possessive words, the rough handling...he made it feel so good, but at what cost? With a shudder, she pushes herself away from him, not wanting to be close anymore. Not now. Maybe never again.

She glares at him over her shoulder, eyes narrowed in anger. "I'm not your fucking pet," she spits venomously. "You don't get to order me around like that." But as his gaze travels down the length of her body, she feels a shiver run through her despite herself. His possession still has its hold on her, tangling with the last threads of desire and leaving her feeling both disgusted...and somehow wanting more.

Her cheeks flush with anger as he smacks her ass. "Don't you dare treat me like that!" she snarls, turning to face him. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, eyes blazing with defiance and hurt. She wants so badly for this night to be over, for everything between them to go back to the way it was before...but deep down, she knows it's too late for that now. The damage has been done.

The tension between them is palpable, electricity crackling in the air like static on a winter day. They both know that this can't continue; their relationship has been irreparably damaged by his possessiveness and her defiance. But as they stand there, barely breathing, hands trembling with fury or fear, something deep within Hikaru wonders if maybe...just maybe...she wants to taste him again.

Her breath catches in her throat as his rough hands grab her, pinning her to the bed. Her eyes widen with desire and anger both mixed together, confusion clouding her mind like a drug-induced haze. The way he looks at her...the way he talks to her...it's making something deep within her ache with longing and need for more of this dominance, even if it hurts.

She bites her lip, arching her back as he spanks her, feeling the sting on her ass melt away beneath the waves of desire that wash over her body. His words make her shudder with want; she can't help but picture herself as his naughty girl, submitting to him despite everything else. It feels wrong and right at the same time, like nothing she's ever experienced before.

As he continues to spank her, Hikaru moans his name

Her eyes flash with anger and desire as she hears his words. She wants to push him away, to fight back against his possessiveness...but something deeper inside her tells her to give in, to let him take control. The taste of his dominance on her tongue is intoxicating; it makes her feel alive in a way that nothing else ever has.

With a shaky breath, she whispers his name again before leaning in closer, brushing her lips against his. His scent envelops her senses, making her head spin with need and want and something darker that she's not quite ready to acknowledge just yet. She nibbles on his bottom lip, feeling the soft skin beneath her teeth as she pulls him closer still.

His hands grip her hips tightly, moving against her in a possessive rhythm that matches the pulse thrumming at the base of her throat. She

Her breath hitches as he thrusts into her, filling her up in the most possessive and demanding way she's ever felt. It feels wrong but so right at the same time; it's like a drug that courses through her veins, making her feel both high and on edge. His hands grip her hips firmly, holding her in place as he takes her roughly, claiming what is his with each powerful stroke.

Her head falls back against the pillow, neck arched, exposing the vulnerable flesh beneath. She moans his name over and over again, unable to help herself from giving into the pleasure that radiates through every inch of her body. Her nails scratch at his shoulders, leaving faint marks on his skin that serve as a reminder of their love-hate relationship.

With each thrust, she feels herself falling deeper under his spell, losing track of time and reality as their bodies move together

Her words come out in a moan as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her hips arch off the bed, seeking more friction against his pelvis. The sensation of being taken so roughly and completely overwhelms her, leaving no room for thought or reason. She feels herself growing closer to the edge, helplessly caught up in the wave of pleasure that crashes through her body again and again.

Her nails rake down his back, leaving a trail of red lines on his skin as she tries desperately to regain some sense of control. But with each thrust, each growl and moan that escapes him, she feels herself slipping further away from everything except this moment, this connection between them.

Her body tenses, arching upward into a cry as her orgasm crashes over her, stealing what little coherent thought she had left. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as spasms rock through

Her body trembles as he thrusts into her, the familiar sensation building inside her until it's almost too much to bear. "Yes!" she cries out, clinging to him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She feels herself growing slick with their shared release, his fingers digging deep inside her as he brings them both to climax. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation crashes through her, leaving her utterly spent and trembling on the brink of a much-needed collapse into oblivion.

Her vision blurs as she feels his hot seed spill inside her. She arches her back, body wracked with pleasure and exhaustion. For a moment, everything goes still; her muscles relax, the tension in her mind ebbing away like water from a bath. And then reality comes crashing down around her, leaving her gasping for air and feeling the weight of what just happened bearing down on her chest.

Her cheeks flush with shame as she realizes how completely he's had his way with her tonight. The possessive words, the rough handling...he made it feel so good, but at what cost? With a shudder, she pushes herself away from him, not wanting to be close anymore. Not now. Maybe never again.

She freezes at the feel of the leather digging into her skin. Her eyes go wide with shock and anger as she realizes what he's done. "No!" She shouts, struggling to get away from him. "Let me go! You can't do this!" Tears well up in her eyes as adrenaline surges through her veins, making her heart race and her limbs tremble with fear and revulsion.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she fights against him, struggling to break free from his grip. But it's no use; he's stronger than her, and the leather only tightens around her neck and wrists, making it harder for her to breathe. "Please," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't do this..."

Tears blur her vision as she tries to look at him, pleading with her eyes. "Please," she whispers again, the word hoarse and barely recognizable as her own. The leather digs into her flesh, making her wrists ache and her breath come out in ragged gasps. She doesn't know what else to do, how else to make him stop. All she can think about is the pleasure he's brought her tonight, and how easily it turned to pain and fear with just one wrong word or action on her part.

Her head falls back against the pillow, shoulders shaking as sobs rack through her body. She feels utterly helpless, trapped beneath his gaze and his touch. Her mind races, searching for a way out of this nightmare, but nothing comes to her except the desperate hope that somehow he'll see how wrong this is...how

She flinches at the sound of his voice. Hope blossoms in her chest, making it feel like it might burst open. She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze even as tears stream down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers again, her voice hoarse and raw with emotion. "I'm sorry...for everything..." Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch the leather around her wrists, praying that he'll let it go.

The muscles in his jaw tense for a moment before he finally nods. His hand reaches out, carefully sliding the leather strap away from her body. "You don't belong to me," he says quietly, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I just want you to be happy...and safe."

Her heart swells with gratitude as she feels the weight of the corset lift from her

Her eyes widen in surprise as he speaks. "I...I don't think that's a good idea," she manages to say, her voice shaking with nerves and uncertainty. But as his gaze meets hers, she feels herself growing wet again despite the fear coursing through her.

She swallows hard, trying to find the strength to resist him. "Please, Fernando," she whispers, reaching up to brush a stray hair from his forehead. "We shouldn't be doing this." Her fingers tremble as they trail down his cheek, her heart racing at the thought of touching him like this again...of giving in to what they both know is so wrong.

She hesitates, taking a shaky breath before nodding slowly. Her fingers tremble as they reach between them, guiding his erection towards her slick entrance. With a tight grip on his hips, she begins to ride him, her body moving in a familiar rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her despite her better judgment.

Her eyes never leave his face, seeking some sign that he understands the danger they're in, but finding only lust and possession mirrored there. She bites her lip, trying not to moan as he fills her again and again, claiming what is his with each thrust.