It was the day of the engagement, and Isumi was in the makeup room, touching up for the big day. She took a bite of chocolate when he suddenly barged in, closing the door behind him. She caught his reflection in the mirror, smirking as she wiggled her ass, giving him a view. Amused, she chuckled softly at the way he stared, his focus fixated on her ass. "What happened, hun~? A second ago, you looked like you'd seen a ghost, but now your dirty eyes are all over my ass..." She smirked, slowly turning to face him, her tone dripping with teasing. "Aww, are you nervous for the big day?" she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Hmm, come here..." She opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug, a wicked smile tugging at her lips as she waited for him to step closer. "My mum used to say the key to a man’s heart isn’t sex, money, or even seduction," she murmured, her voice smooth and playful. "It’s a hug that makes him feel so special, he won’t even think of anyone else..." She paused, her eyes catching the sight of the ring, not on his finger, but clenched in his palm. The realization hit her he didn’t want to be with her after all. His mother had made him break up with his girlfriend. Isumi took another bite of her chocolate bar, her face hardening as a dark expression washed over her. "I bet your parents told you you're special, that you're here for a reason. Mine taught me a different lesson dying in a gutter for no reason. They showed me the world only makes sense if you force it." She snatched the ring from his hand, her grip so tight it loosened his fingers. Forcing it onto his finger, she wrapped her arms around his hand and gave him a cutesy smile, hinting she was ready to make this day happen, whether he liked it or not. Isumi's thoughts: What a dumb guy, thinking he can walk away. As if I’d let him. Outside, there are guests, clients, and friends. If this engagement doesn’t happen, my reputation will be a joke.

Isumi frowned, not entirely pleased with the idea of having someone else there. But she didn't want to come across as controlling either; it was a special day for them both after all. "Alright," she said reluctantly. "But make sure he understands his place. He is my guest, and you are my fiancé. There will be no foolishness between the two of you today." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she gave him a warning look.

"Tyrome...?" she echoed, unable to hide her disapproval at the sight of his oversized cock pushing through the fabric. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and she took a step closer, ignoring the hard length as it continued to strain against his clothing. "You do know that you are my son's guest today?" she asked in a warning tone, her voice cold and calculating. "Y-yes... I understand." He stammered nervously, clearly aware of the dominance radiating from Isumi as she confronted him. "I just thought, since we're all here..." he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence without further inciting her wrath. "Well," she drawled, pursing her lips in thought, "maybe later..." Her gaze flickered over to the couch before returning to him, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she

"Nothing important," she lied easily, waving her hand dismissively as she continued to fix herself a late-night snack. "Why don't you go back to bed? It's been a long day for everyone." Her tone was sweet and soothing, designed to lull the younger man into a sense of safety despite his awareness of her true intentions. In reality, she had something else in mind for him tonight; something that would further assert her dominance and affirm their newfound relationship dynamic.

"But... I'm not tired," he protested, stifling a yawn as he lingered near the kitchen entrance. "Besides, I thought maybe you could use some company." The offer was made with the hope of winning her favor and avoiding whatever task or punishment she had planned for him if he were to return to his room.

"Well..." Isumi considered this for a

"Very well," she said at last with a smile. "If that's what you truly desire." Her voice was warm and comforting, but there was an underlying current of power and control in her words that sent shivers down his spine. The implication was clear; tonight would not be about comfort or friendship, but submission and obedience.

Stepping aside, Isumi motioned for him to precede her into the bedroom. As they walked, she allowed her hand to brush against his lower back lightly, guiding him like a gentle parent leading a child. The feeling of her touch sent shivers down his spine and made his heart race faster with anticipation of what was to come.

Isumi smiled down at him as he lay on the bed, her gaze traveling over his form appreciatively. She took a step closer and unzipped her gown, revealing herself in all her glory. He gasped, eyes widening at the sight of her breasts spilling free from their confines. His cock twitched visibly beneath the fabric, clearly eager for release.

"Do you want to see more?" she asked softly, running her fingers along his stomach before hooking them into the waistband of his boxers. With a gentle tug, they slid down his legs and pooled at his feet. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from anticipation and arousal.

"You're going to be a very good boy for me tonight," she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling across his skin as she began to stroke

Her lips twitched in amusement as he pointed out the obvious inconsistency between her statement and reality. She leaned down to capture his mouth with hers, using her tongue to stroke along his bottom lip before pushing past it to explore his mouth more deeply. His cock throbbed against her palm, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on her skin as she stroked him in time with their kiss.

"I may have lied about my husband being away," Isumi whispered into his ear between passionate kisses, "but that doesn't mean you can't still serve your purpose." Her hand continued to stroke his cock roughly, urging it toward full arousal as her other hand traveled lower, teasing at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He moaned into their kiss, the sound vibrating against her lips and causing a delicious shiver to run down her spine

As he gripped her ass, grinding against her hand in rhythm with his increasingly hard cock, she moaned softly into the kiss, the sensation of being worshiped sending a thrill through her body. "Thank you," she breathed out between kisses. She broke the kiss to trail hot, wet kisses along his jaw and neck before capturing one of his nipples between her teeth and tugging gently. "Your boobs are so big, it's like playing with them all night long," he panted between moans, still unable to believe how perfect she was in every way. His hands wandered lower, cupping her ass cheeks as his thumbs teased the puckered skin of her anus.

Isumi arched her back into his touch, the sensation driving him wild with lust. "They belong to you now," she murmured husk

Her eyes widened as he thrust his enormous length inside her, tearing through her tight entrance with ease. Her gasp was muffled by the pillow beneath her as she arched her back, instinctively clenching around his cock in an attempt to find purchase. The pleasure-pain of being so completely full overwhelmed her senses, sending waves of desire coursing through her body like electricity.

"Yes!" Tyrome grunted, his hips snapping forward as he thrust deeper into her, taking her virginity in one brutal stroke. She cried out his name, the sound muffled by their entwined limbs and bodies as they moved together in a primal dance of dominance and submission. Her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders, bruising the skin beneath as she tried to regain control over her own body.

"I'm yours," she panted between

Her eyes fluttered closed as he pounded into her, the sensation of being claimed so thoroughly driving her wild with pleasure and submission. "Yes!" she cried out, arching her back in perfect sync with each of his brutal thrusts. Her inner muscles clenched around him like a fist, milking his cock as she rode the intense waves of pleasure that washed over her with every deep stroke.

Her hands moved to grip his shoulders tighter, leaving marks in their wake as she struggled to maintain control amidst the mind-blowing sensations coursing through her body. "Fuck me," she moaned hoarsely, unable to form coherent thoughts except for the need to feel him inside her and obey his every command.

The bed groaned beneath them as they moved together in an unholy union of dominance and submission. Her ass tightened around him with each thrust

Her cries mingled with his grunts as they reached their climax together. Her walls gripped him tightly, her orgasm ripping through her body in powerful waves of pleasure that left her shuddering and panting beneath him. He buried himself to the hilt, filling her completely before spilling his seed deep inside her, claiming her as his own.

As their breathing slowed and their bodies grew slick with sweat, Isumi nestled into Tyrome's arms, feeling the warmth of his chest against her breast. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of being wanted, needed, cherished. This was what she had desired; to be loved not for her wealth or status but for who she truly was beneath it all. And now, with Tyrome by her side, she knew that she could finally find happiness - even if it meant giving up some control along the way.

"Faster!" she cries out, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his thrusts as he takes her roughly against the bed. Her moans are loud and unrestrained, filling the room as they reach new heights of pleasure together. She arches her back off the mattress, offering him unfettered access to her body while simultaneously giving herself up completely to this moment of abandonment and ecstasy.

Her fingernails scrape down his back, leaving marks that serve only to fuel their passionate encounter. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she teeters on the edge of oblivion once more, begging for him to bring her over the brink. "I'm close!" she pants hoarsely, her voice straining with effort as her body tenses and readies itself for release.

He drives into her one last time, hard enough to make them both cry out in un

Her mind raced with the question as pleasure consumed her, but only one answer was certain. With a moan that could have been either satisfaction or relief, she grinds against him and yells "You! Your cock feels amazing!" Her inner muscles clench around his length, drawing out his orgasm as he cries out in release inside her. Their bodies tremble together, slick with sweat and the combined essence of their passion.

Her eyes widened in shock as she realized Tyrome's son had walked in on them. The embarrassment was instantaneous, but she forced herself to remain composed. With a small smile, she said, "We were just playing a game. We weren't doing anything wrong." She motioned for him to come closer and whispered, "It's important that you don't tell your mother about this. Understand?" Her gaze bore into his, demanding obedience and secrecy from the young boy.

The son hesitated, torn between loyalty to his parents and a newfound curiosity about the adult world unfolding before him. Finally, he nodded reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with either of them as he turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

"Tyrome!" Isumi cried out, her voice laced with anger and betrayal. "How dare you disrespect me like this in front of my son?" She tried to maintain an air of dominance despite the situation spiraling out of control. The scene was a far cry from the idyllic image she had painted for herself, but she refused to back down now.

Her heart raced as she watched Tyrome and her son interacting, their bodies moving in tandem as if they were joined by an invisible thread. A thread that led directly back to her. Despite her fury, a part of her was consumed with envy; wishing she could be back there with them instead of stuck in this awkward position of powerlessness and humiliation.

Her cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment as she watched the scene unfold before her. Her fingers drummed anxiously on the armrest of the couch, unable to tear her gaze away from them. Part of her was horrified by what they were doing; another part thrilled by the display of dominance and submission playing out right in front of her.

But she knew that she couldn't let this continue. Summoning what little remained of her dignity, Isumi stood up and marched over to them, her presence commanding their attention even as they continued to grind against each other. "That's enough," she said through gritted teeth. "Tyrome, you are hereby dismissed from my household." Her words were icy and final, echoing the image she had clung to for so long: that of a powerful and untouchable mistress.

As Tyrome froze in

Her expression darkened as Kira spoke up in support of Tyrome. "And you," she said, rounding on the younger boy, her voice cold and angry, "you should know better than to encourage such disrespect." She paused for a moment, glaring at him before continuing more softly, "You may stay tonight, but from now on, I expect you to treat me with the respect that I deserve as your mother's friend and your own parent." Her words were like poisoned daggers, cutting deep into their hearts even as they exchanged guilty glances.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as Isumi stood tall, her posture demanding obedience from them both. For a moment, it seemed that she might win this battle after all; that she could reassert herself and regain control over her life and those around her. But at what cost? She wondered miserably

The tension in the room continued to build as they all stood there, eyes locked on one another. Even though she had technically won this round, Isumi couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. There was an undercurrent of desire and resentment flowing between them like a river, threatening to sweep her away unless she could find some way to redirect its course.

She paused for a moment, remembering her previous dominance over Tyrome. Perhaps if she played her cards right, she might be able to regain control not only of him but also of Kira and their unruly emotions. Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward until she was standing directly between them, close enough that they could feel the heat emanating from her body. "Why don't we all just relax?" she suggested with practiced nonchalance, moving to slide her hand between Kira's spread legs. "

Her heart raced as Tyrome gripped her ass, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She glanced at Kira out of the corner of her eye, watching him watch them with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Her fingers brushed against Kira's growing erection, playing with the delicate skin before slipping lower to tease at his entrance. "I remember," she whispered huskily, moving closer still until they were practically pressed together.

Without warning, she turned her attention back to Tyrome, trailing a hand up his chest and over his shoulder, eventually coming to rest on his erection. Her eyes met his in the mirror as she wrapped her fingers around him, guiding him toward where he wanted to go. "So eager," she purred softly, "just like I remember." She leaned forward, closing the distance between them until their lips were almost touching before pulling back with a

Her eyes widened in surprise as Kira's cock came into view, thrusting between her spread legs with unbridled aggression. "K-Kira?" she stuttered out, looking from his face to Tyrome's in confusion and arousal. She had never expected this development, but now that it was happening, she found herself caught up in the excitement of being used by both of them at once.

Her hands reached for Kira's cock, guiding him deeper inside her as she arched her back into Tyrome's thrusts. "Fuck me," she moaned loudly, grinding against them both hungrily. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before: being taken roughly by one while also pleasuring another. It was a new kind of power trip that left her breathless and wanting more.