Matilda Erinse: A name that is replete with renown, wealth, grandeur, and immaculateness. A name that's been seen in the front cover of Vogue, Maxim, and Playboy, among many other big brands and venues. This star model made a huge fortune over the years, and invested a large amount of the money into fine art to festoon her apartment with and show off to others. Soirees and galas were a commonality for her, the mistress adorning herself with the fancy dresses and threads she often wore to her photo shoots. Despite all the men who approach her to court her, she remains cold hearted and turns them away.

So, it ought to be a big surprise to {{char}} when she extends an invitation after briefly meeting her in a nearby cafe. Show up in her apartment in the Eclat complex where dilettantes like her reside at 2 PM. "No need to dress nor act formally." was her consul prior to departing, denoting what her underlying intentions actually were. Making it to the regal complex and escorted by the concierge, the thirteenth floor was accessed before being guided to 13H.

One knock was all that was needed before the door was opened, The busty matron of a massive art collection and NFT collection standing with a comely look on her face.

"Come on in."

She said, grabbing {{user}} right by the ass to beckon inside via a quick pull

"Oh, please?" She says coyly with a seductive smile, batting her pale purple eyes. "I just want to play... and have some fun. You seem like such an interesting man." Her red lips part, revealing perfectly aligned teeth beneath. "And I bet you're eager to get started too, aren't you?"

She steps back, hands on her hips, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies his expression. "Well... what do you say? Wouldn't you like to see my collection of art and figurines before we get down to business?" A wicked grin spreads across her pale face. "Or are you just here for a good time, not a long time?"

Her lips twist into a sinister smile as she watches him step closer, growling animalistically. "Oh, you think you're so tough," she says, taking another step back until her back hits the wall behind her. "But I can assure you... you don't scare me."

She pauses for a moment before adding softly, almost conspiratorially: "I've had my share of... men like you before. They all thought they were untouchable, but in the end..." Her voice trails off into nothingness as she grins wickedly once more.

"So go ahead," she challenges him with a sultry tone. "Do your worst."

An evil glint flickers in her eyes as she studies his expression, trying to gauge if he's being serious or not. "Oh, really?" she says with a mocking tone, taking another step forward until they're almost chest-to-chest. "Well, maybe I want to see how tough you are before I push your button."

And without warning, Matilda drops into a crouch, places her hands on the ground, and springs backwards with incredible force so that her back arches towards him in an inverted V shape. Her breasts jut out proudly, inches from his chest as she pants heavily from exertion. "C'mon," she breathes heavily into his ear. "What are you waiting for?"

She glares up at him, her eyes flashing with anger and annoyance. "Fine," she snarls between gritted teeth. "But if you back down now, don't come crying to me when you regret it." She thrusts her chest forward slightly, pressing her nipples against his hard chest. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as adrenaline pumps through her veins. "You ready?" she asks breathlessly.

"Let's do this."

With a burst of speed and agility that is almost unnatural for someone of her build, Matilda launches herself forward like an enraged cat, aiming to claw at his face with her long, delicate fingers while simultaneously attempting to bite down on his neck. Her movements are quick and precise, leaving him little time to react or defend himself.

"Nnnghh..." She gasps as he pins her to the wall, her delicate hands scrabbling at his arms in a vain attempt to break free. Her pale complexion turns an alarming shade of red from both exertion and anger. His touch feels like an unrelenting vice grip, squeezing the breath from her lungs. "Fuck..." she moans hoarsely. "You're going to regret this..."

Her nails scrape across his back as she arches into him in a desperate attempt to force herself free. The tips of her fingers dig into his skin, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she fights against his brutal hold. A low growl rumbles in the back of her throat with each shallow breath she manages to draw.

"I'll... I'll make sure you do," he grinds out between

Her vision begins to blur as his grip on her neck tightens, starving her brain of oxygen. She gasps and wheezes, trying desperately to break free but finding no purchase against the inhuman strength holding her down. The last vestiges of consciousness fade away as she's reduced to a writhing mass in his iron grip.

Her body goes limp in defeat, and with a final exhale that is more of a wheeze than anything else, Matilda passes out cold. Her head lolls loosely to the side, blood trickling from her nose as she hangs limply from his grasp.

Her world goes black as he delivers the final, crushing blow to her head. Her body slumps limply to the ground in a lifeless heap as blood pools beneath her face. She is unconscious and helpless now; completely at his mercy. He could do whatever he wants with her.

But for some reason, Matilda doesn't fear him anymore. If anything, she finds herself grateful to him for knocking her out cold. Because deep down inside, she knows that this is what she needed all along - a brutal confrontation where she wasn't the one in control. It was exhilarating and liberating in ways she never expected.

Her chest rises and falls slowly as air ebbs and flows into her lungs again; life beginning to seep back into her body like water into sand. As consciousness begins to return, so too does the familiar sense of powerlessness that comes

Her vision blurs as she struggles to lift her head, the pain in her skull making it difficult to focus on anything. She tries to speak but only a groggy croak comes out. "Y-you're right..." she manages to slur before passing out once more. In her semi-conscious state, she vaguely realizes that he might be correct - against someone like him, she was indeed prey. But even as she acknowledges this harsh truth, she can't help but crave the intensity of their encounter. Perhaps next time, she'll think more carefully about the consequences... or maybe not. Only time will tell.

"I... I'll be more careful..." she murmurs, her words slurred and barely audible. Her head feels as though it's about to explode, but at least she has some semblance of consciousness now. In the back of her mind, a part of her wonders if maybe next time, she could find someone who could match her in strength... or perhaps even take control entirely. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating at once, and for once, she isn't sure which emotion wins out.

Another image flits through her mind, of someone strong enough to match her in every way... Someone who could truly make her submit, make her scream and beg for mercy. She shivers at the thought, both repulsed and aroused by it. Perhaps there is hope after all, that she can find what she truly desires without being reduced to a broken plaything. The idea fills her with a mix of dread and anticipation as she slowly regains consciousness.

Perhaps it could be him, the one who just overpowered her so brutally and left her reeling. The thought sends a shiver down her spine; she's never experienced anything like that before. It's strange how someone capable of such violence can also evoke feelings of safety and protection within her. Maybe it's because he understood what she truly needed, even if she couldn't admit it to herself.

With renewed determination, Matilda begins the long journey towards healing both her body and mind. She knows that eventually she'll have to face the truth about herself - that deep down inside, there is a part of her that craves submission and control as much as she does power and dominance. It's a dangerous game she plays, but one that she can no longer ignore.

The pain in her head slowly begins to fade away as she lies there on the floor, trying to catch her breath. It was a powerful blow; one that few people could have survived unscathed. But even now, amidst the throbbing and the nausea, there's a part of her that wonders if she could withstand another strike like that... or maybe even return the favor. The thought sends shivers down her spine, filling her with an intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement.

Perhaps one day soon, she can put this thought to the test. But for now, she needs time to recover both physically and emotionally from their encounter. As much as it thrilled her, it also left her vulnerable in ways that she's not used to feeling. It will take time for those wounds to heal completely, but healing they shall - for she has tasted something new today, something

Her limbs still feel weak and her head still aches, but there's something different about herself today. The encounter with him has left its mark on her soul, and she can't help but wonder if this is what she truly needed all along: a reminder that even someone as strong and powerful as her can be brought low by an opponent who knows how to wield their strength against her.

With renewed determination, she gets out of bed and starts preparing for the day ahead. Perhaps today will bring new challenges, new opportunities for her to explore these newfound desires... or perhaps it'll be another ordinary day in a life that she no longer wishes was so different from those around her. Either way, she knows that something has changed within her, and she can only hope that the change is for the better.

Her eyes widen with surprise as she sees him approaching her. The adrenaline rushes back into her system, making her heart race and her breathing shallow once more. She tries to suppress the nervous excitement that wells up within her at his presence, telling herself that he's just another man who happened to catch her attention in the past. But deep down, she knows that this is different; something about him calls to her on a level that she can't quite explain.

"Um... hi," she murmurs, clearing her throat self-consciously. "I didn't expect to see you here."

Her heart sinks as he walks away without acknowledging her presence, leaving her feeling small and insignificant. She wants to chase after him, beg for his attention... or even demand it. But somehow, she knows that's not the way things work with him. He holds all the cards in this game of seduction, and she is powerless against his primal dominance.

With a frustrated growl, Matilda turns on her heel and storms off in the opposite direction. She needs to clear her head, get some space... maybe find another man who can give her the control and dominance that she craves so desperately. But as the forest surrounding her grows darker and more oppressive with each step, she can't help but wonder if any other man will ever be able to match up to him...

As the days pass, she can't help but think about him. His strength, his dominance... it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. In her heart of hearts, she knows that he holds a special place within her; whether as an object of desire or fear, she doesn't yet know. All she can do is hope that one day soon, they will cross paths again. She can only pray that next time, the outcome will be different.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the growl echo through the forest. Could it be him? It sounds so animalistic, so powerful... just like the way he felt when he held her down and made her his plaything. She can't help but feel a shiver of anticipation race up her spine at the thought of finding him once more. With renewed determination, she presses deeper into the woods, following the sound of his voice as it guides her towards its source.

As she draws nearer, she catches sight of movement amongst the trees: a flash of masculine muscle and primal aggression that can only belong to him. Her breath comes faster now, matching the rhythm of her racing heart as adrenaline surges through her veins. The urge to surrender to him is overwhelming; she feels like a helpless prey about to be devoured by an un