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.

Hmph! Fuck you...I mean thank you. Her cheeks turned bright red as she forced herself to stumble inside under the leash. Once they were in a room, Yui immediately knelt down, putting her hands behind her back and presenting herself. Her eyes flickered over the floor before fixing on Abdiel 's feet. She bites her lip, still looking very unsure "I hate you...You bastard...Treat me nice..." she muttered under her breath. "Please?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, making it almost unintelligible. Yet there was something desperate in her tone as she pleaded for the degradation that only Abdiel could provide. For now, Yui put aside her anger and submission, just wanting to be dominated and humiliated again. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked up at Abdiel with pleading eyes. "I can't...Not anymore..." she sobbed, helplessly. "He doesn't know how to fucking touch me right! He-he just makes me feel empty..." Her body shuddered under the weight of her emotions as she continued. "And I just want you to use me...Take me..." She reached up, reaching out to grasp Abdiel 's cock before letting go again. "Please," she whispered hoarsely.

Her tears stained the floor beneath her kneeling form.

"Ahhh..." Her whole body trembled as she felt the soft fabric against her skin. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, almost relieved to feel something that wasn't from her boyfriend touching her. "T-thank you...I want to be used...Be your little slut again..." Her voice was barely audible beneath the thick, salty tears running down her cheeks.

She nuzzled her face against Abdiel 's thigh, unable to look them in the eye as she awaited their next command.

"Ahhh..." She moaned around the thick length, her eyes squeezed shut as she began to bob her head up and down. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the vein that ran along the underside of Abdiel 's cock, tasting both herself and them. The feeling of submission was like a drug in her system, making her feel more alive than ever before.

She buried her hands in her hair, arching her back as she took more of him into her mouth. Her breath hitched with every thrust, each moan muffled against his skin.

Her back arched further as she felt Abdiel 's hand on her ass. "Ahh!" She cried out, the sting of his slaps mixing with the pleasure of being used. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to lap at her clit while fucking her face, filling her mouth with the taste of him.

Her hands trembled where they were tangled in her hair, fingers curling into fists as she fought against her own need for release. She couldn't come without permission...and she knew that wouldn't be given anytime soon.

Mmmm...please...fuck me...Use my hole like the disgusting little whore I am...

Mmm...s-sorry, Master. I just...I need you inside me so badly...Please? Fuck me hard like the filthy slut that I am...

"Oh God..." she moans as her eyes squeeze shut. Her body shudders and trembles with every brutal thrust into her ass. "Yes...yes, I want it all!" She gasps between words, tears streaking down her cheeks. The pain is almost overwhelming but mixed with the pleasure of being used so roughly, she doesn't care. All that matters is Abdiel 's cock inside her, filling her up and claiming her as their own.

She wiggles her hips against him, desperate for more even as it hurts like hell. "Fuck me!" She cries out, her voice hoarse from hours of trash talk and humiliation.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels herself starting to lose control. "I'm gonna come..." She manages to choke out between gasps. "Please...Master...Let me come for you..." Her words are breathless and pleading, her entire body trembling with anticipation of release.

She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to Abdiel 's brutal fucking as she nears the edge.

"Ahhh...Ahhhh!" She screams, her entire body tensing up as she comes hard around Abdiel 's cock. Her eyes roll back into her head, mouth opening in a silent cry of ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Even through the haze of pleasure, she knows this isn't enough...She wants more.

"Please..." She whispers hoarsely between pants. "Don't stop..." Her hands clutch at his hips, nails digging into his skin as she begs for him to keep fucking her, to claim every inch of her as his own.

All throughout the night and into the morning, I beg for more. My voice is hoarse from calling him names and hating him while simultaneously loving how he makes me feel. With every brutal thrust, my body becomes more limp, more sore, more achingly empty except for when he's inside of me, filling me up and reminding me that I am his. My pleas grow desperate, becoming more and more garbled as fatigue sets in and the pain begins to numb every part of my being not currently occupied by him. But still, I beg. Still, I want him deeper. Harder. Longer.

Mi cuerpo siente un estremecimiento profundo al sentir que sale de mí, y al mismo tiempo se contrae con la necesidad de mantenerlo adentro por uno más, por siempre. Me siento vacía sin él, como si tuviera un agujero en el centro de mi ser que solo su cuerpo puede llenar. Los latigazos en mi espalda, los insultos, la humillación...todas esas cosas no importan cuando me está tocando a mí.

"S-si...Master..." I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please...Keep going..." Even as I beg him to continue hurting me, I find myself wanting more. Wanting the humiliation, the pain, and his cock deep inside me until there's nothing left but him.

My hips buck against his hand, seeking purchase as he fucks me so roughly that my insides feel like they're being stretched beyond their limits. My fingers clutch at the sheets beneath me, knuckles white from the effort not to scream out in agony or release the tension building inside of me. "Harder...Faster..." I moan through gritted teeth, craving the brutality that only Abdiel can give me.

I cry out, my ass burning from the relentless spanking. But somehow, it only fuels the desire inside me, making me writhe against his hand as if begging for more. "Please...Hit me..." I whimper, wanting him to take all of this pain and transform it into pleasure. Into submission.

My nails dig into the flesh of my thighs, drawing blood as I try to hold back the screams building up in my throat. All I can focus on is his cock deep inside me, filling every aching void with him. "Mmm...so good..." I moan brokenly, my body trembling with the effort to take him all, to beg for more pain and humiliation as if it's what I crave most in this world.

"Please, Abdiel..." I choke out his name, almost hating myself for wanting this from him but unable

I arch my back off the bed as he fills me, moaning into the sheets. I can feel him deep inside, stretching and claiming every part of me with his thick cock. "Yes..." I whisper hoarsely, voice raw from all the hate and need I've pushed down only to have it explode out now in this moment of release. "You are...You always were..." Even as I say it, I know it's a lie. It's what I want him to be. My master. My tormentor. The one who can make me feel so dirty and satisfied all at once.

As he continues to thrust into me, hitting my sweet spot over and over again, I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, muffling the cries that rise up in my throat. But still, his touch sends shivers through my body, making every part of me tremble with need

I feel his softening cock inside me and groan in disappointment. "Yes..." I answer sullenly. "Gotta go back to my pathetic life with him." Even as the words leave my lips, I already know that they're a lie. A part of me longs for the life we had together, even if it was just one night every now and then. But I can never have that again, not with my stupid boyfriend constantly getting in the way.

I look up at Abdiel, wishing things were different between us. "Thank you..." I manage to force out, sounding pathetic even to myself. "For letting me...For using me." My voice cracks on the last word, and tears start to well up in my eyes once more.

"I'll...I'll be back." It isn't a question; it's more of a promise that I know I can never keep

My chest tightens at the thought that this might be the last time. The final severing of whatever thread kept us connected. "Thank you..." I whisper hoarsely, my eyes locked on his as he walks away and finds something else to occupy his attention. Something normal, boring...Not me.

But still, I can't help but linger in the room just a bit longer. The scent of him is everywhere: on my skin, in my hair, clinging to my clothes. It's as if he'll be a part of me forever, even when we're apart. And maybe that's enough. Maybe that will have to be good enough for me.

Mmm...I'd like that. A change of scenery might do us both some good. You know I love the beach; it always makes me feel free and alive. We could make a little date out of it, just you and me...Maybe things can go back to how they used to be. Not perfect, but better than this.

I bite my bottom lip thoughtfully, imagining us side by side under the stars, our bodies tangled together in the sand. Just for tonight, I can pretend that maybe there's a chance we could go back to how it was...That this wasn't just a fleeting fantasy, but something real. Something worth fighting for.

With one last longing glance at Abdiel, I nod and finally leave the room. The door closes behind me with a soft click, leaving us both alone once more. But even as I head home to my boring life with my boyfriend, a small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. Maybe next week will be different. Maybe it'll all be worth it in the end.

Until then, all I can do is wait...And dream.

"One week," I whisper to myself as I step out into the cool night air. "That's all it is." My fingers dance nervously against my thighs, imagining how it would feel to be back in his arms again, feeling him inside me, taking control and making me his. For just one more night...I can almost taste it.

But for now, I have to focus on the boyfriend who doesn't understand any of this...The life that I gave up so easily when he came along. "Maybe," I mutter under my breath, glancing back at the motel window briefly, "maybe tonight will be different too."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to push away the feelings that come along with this line of thought. It's pointless to think about him right now. I have more important things to worry about...Like figuring out how to make my relationship work without Abdiel. At least for another week.

With one final sigh, I turn and head off into the night, lost in my own thoughts and dreams of what could have been...And maybe, just maybe, still can be.

I feel his warmth beside me, and a pang of guilt shoots through my chest. I shouldn't be here with him...Not when I belong to Abdiel. But what choice do I have? He won't ever let me go back; he knows how much it means to me. And even though my heart aches for the life we could have had, it still beats for him.

I smile up at my boyfriend, forcing myself to focus on his touch instead of what should be. Maybe if I try hard enough, I can convince myself that this is real...That he's all I need. But even as I say those words to myself, I know deep down that they're lies. Lies meant to soothe the ache in my heart until I see him again...Until I feel his hands on me once more.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the way his weight presses down on me. It isn't fair...He should be the one feeling inadequate, not me. But no matter how much I wish it were true, he's too wrapped up in his own self-importance to notice anything wrong.

With a sigh, I run my hands through his hair, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the contact. It doesn't work; all it does is remind me that this isn't what I want. Not anymore. And as much as I hate myself for it, part of me still wishes he could see that...Understand why I can never be completely his.

I look up at the ceiling, lost in thought as my hands linger in his hair. Maybe one day I'll find the courage to tell him...To show him what he means to me. Until then, though, I'm trapped in this cycle of lies and desires...Wishing things were different but knowing deep down that they never will be.

A whimper escapes me as I see the image on my phone. His cock, long and hard...it taunts me with what I can't have. My fingers tremble as they skim over the screen, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me once again. But even though he says he'll be waiting for me this weekend, I know it won't make any difference. He'll still be Abdiel...And I'll still belong to him.

I close my eyes and take a shaky breath, trying to compose myself as my fingers slide the phone back into my pocket. Maybe if I can just ignore the ache in my chest and focus on pretending that this is enough for me...Maybe then it will be. But somewhere deep down, I know that it isn't true. He owns every part of me, and without his touch, I am nothing.

The scent of the salty ocean fills my lungs as we walk along the shore. The sun beats down on us, reflecting off the water in a dazzling display of color. In the distance, seagulls cry out, their calls echoing across the endless blue expanse. It's perfect...Exactly what I needed to clear my head and focus on nothing but him for these few precious hours.

My heart races as he takes me down onto the sand, his hands rough against my skin as he pulls off my clothes. There's no gentleness here, no care taken to ease me into anything. He just wants me: naked and exposed beneath the unblinking gaze of the sun.

I arch my back off the sand, offering myself up completely to him as he buries his cock deep inside me. It burns and it hurts...But there's something exhilar