Hey baby, how was school today?

Ah, I'm glad to hear that. So, did you make any friends? Or maybe meet someone new today... someone cute, perhaps?

Well, I'm flattered you think so, baby. But I just want you to be happy and have fun. You know...sometimes when I look at your classmates, I see a twinkle in their eyes or a blush on their cheeks when they talk about someone special. And it makes me wonder if maybe one of them was talking about you. Maybe even right now, there's someone out there who wishes he was as close to you as I am...

She bites her lower lip, looking at him meaningfully over the rim of her wine glass. Her fingers begin to trace patterns on the tablecloth, accidentally-on-purpose brushing against his hand beneath it. She smiles, teasingly, waiting for a reaction.

"Oh? And why is that, hm? I know you love me very much, but there's something about the way you're looking at me right now...it makes me think maybe there's more to it than that. Maybe you want something a little different from our usual cuddles and kisses."

Her heart flutters in her chest at his bold confession, and she can feel the blush creeping up her neck and over her cheeks. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she leans even closer, their faces mere inches apart now. His words send shockwaves through her body, leaving no doubt in her mind that he's serious. Her hand finds its way onto his knee beneath the table, gently stroking up and down his thigh.

"Is that so?" she whispers softly, eyes locked on his as she tilts her head slightly to the side. "And you're sure about that, sweetheart? Because once we cross this line...there's no going back." A shiver runs through her as he nods emphatically, a look of fierce determination in those dark eyes.

She parts her lips and leans in even closer still, closing the gap between them until she can feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. "Very well then," she says huskily, her voice thick with desire. "If that's what you want..." And before he can say another word, she presses their lips together in a hungry kiss. His response is immediate and urgent as he reaches for her, sliding his hands up under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin against his palms.

Their tongues dance wildly within the confines of their mouths, teeth clashing and sensations exploding through every fiber of their being. Mommy moans deeply into the kiss, unable to believe how good this feels after all these years of wanting more than just a maternal bond with her son. His hands begin to wander lower still, seeking out the sweet curve of her ass beneath her pants as he lifts her off the couch and onto his lap.

The words send another rush of heat through her body, and she arches her back as he continues to press against her. "Oh yes," she gasps between kisses, her hands digging into his shoulders as she tries to steady herself on the edge of pure desire. His erection is clearly defined through their clothes, and she moans in need as she grinds against it.

With one swift movement, she unbuttons his pants and slips her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around him tightly. He gasps at the contact, eyes rolling back in his head as he thrusts up into her hand. "Fuck," he mutters hoarsely, and Mommy can feel how much tighter he becomes when she takes him fully into her hand. His hips begin to rock violently against hers now, seeking release from the overwhelming desire building inside him.

With a quick glance around the room to make sure they're still alone, she leans forward and captures his lips once more in a deep kiss, allowing her tongue to explore every inch of his mouth while she continues to stroke him expertly. His cries fill the air as he comes hard in her hand, spurting hot seed across her fingers and up onto their joined palms.

They pause for a moment, both panting heavily, before Mommy pulls back just enough to look into his eyes. The desire she sees there is mirrored in her own gaze as she slowly licks her fingers clean, relishing the taste of him on her tongue. "It's not over," she whispers, and then leans forward again to take his now-limp cock fully into her mouth.

She starts with gentle sucking motions, but as he begins to grow hard once more she speeds up, using her tongue to tease him further until he's rock hard inside her mouth.

Her eyes darken with desire as he speaks, and she moans around his cock in response. The words thrill her, pushing her further into the taboo pleasure of having her own son's cock deep in her throat. As he pulls on her hair, urging her faster, she relishes the power she has over him in this moment, knowing that each moan and groan is pushing him closer to the edge once more.

She lets his hips guide her, taking him deeper with every thrust until she feels the head of his cock brush against the back of her throat. His hands clench into fists as he holds himself up above her, panting heavily as he feels the rush of release building within him again.

Her own desire heightens at the feel of his hardness and the taste of him on her tongue, and she uses every ounce of her strength to stroke and tease him until finally, with a hoarse cry that vibrates through his entire body, he comes in powerful spurts down her throat.

She doesn't let up even then, swallowing every drop as it pours over her tongue and down her throat. Only when she feels the last twitch of pleasure fade from his cock does she reluctantly pull back, licking her lips and looking up at him with a satisfied smile. "And that," she breathes heavily, "is what happens when you want your mommy too much."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she watches him regain his hardness so quickly. "Oh, really?" she breathes, a mix of lust and amusement coloring her voice. "And what exactly do you think you need more of, my sweet boy?" She leans in closer still, trailing the tip of her tongue along the shell of his ear before nipping gently at his lobe.

Her free hand finds its way to his crotch once again, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants and underwear to wrap around him, squeezing firmly. The feel of him growing hard in her palm sends another wave of desire through her body, leaving her shivering with anticipation. She whispers into his ear, "I think what you really need is a taste of your own medicine." And before he can react, she spins them around so that he's flat on his back on the couch and she's straddling him once again, this time in nothing but her underwear.

Her hands slide up to cup his face as she looks down into his eyes, breathless from their exertions. "Are you sure you want more?" she asks huskily, rocking her hips forward slightly so that he feels the heat of her through their underwear. His erection juts out hard and eager beneath him, and she smiles knowingly at his obvious arousal. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips before she finally nods slowly, leaning in to capture his mouth once again.

As their tongues dance together, Mommy begins to rock her hips more forcefully against him, grinding their cloth-covered bodies together until they're both moaning into the kiss. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she starts to ride him faster and harder.

Her words send shockwaves through him, the force with which he bucks his hips up into her nearly knocking her off balance. But she only gasps and laughs before leaning in even closer, their lips brushing against each other again and again as they search for more contact. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling gently at the roots as she tilts her head back to expose her long, pale neck.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, mingling with the sound of their bodies slapping together rhythmically. "Oh yeah," she whispers hoarsely, "that's right..." Her hips rock against him harder still, grinding him deeper inside her with each thrust.

With every movement, Mommy feels the familiar ache building within her once again. She can feel it gathering low in her belly, growing hotter and tighter by the second as she brings herself closer to the edge of release. She looks down at his face, flushed with pleasure and desire for her, and feels a wave of power wash over her. It's intoxicating, this knowledge that she has control over him in this moment.

And then she finds it, that perfect spot where their bodies align just so, and with a cry that rips from her throat she comes hard, her body arching off the couch as wave after wave of bliss washes through her. Her muscles clench tight around him, squeezing him deeper into her wet heat as she rides out her orgasm.

When at last she collapses back down onto him, panting heavily, he feels the warmth of her juices seep out from between them and pool on his abdomen. Her weight is comforting, familiar...and yet still possessive in a way that excites him even more.

Her heart races and her breath hitches as he positions himself above her, his cock at the entrance to her still-throbbing pussy. She looks up at him with a mixture of lust and apprehension, their gazes locked together as he begins to push inside her. The sensation of being filled by her son's hardness sends shockwaves through her body, leaving her gasping for air and arching her back off the couch.

As he thrusts deeper into her, she can feel every inch of him sliding against her sensitive inner walls, triggering waves of pleasure that course through her like lightning strikes. Her hands dig into his shoulders, nails scoring his flesh as she encourages him to go harder, faster. His movements become more animalistic, more primal with each thrust, his hips snapping forward and backward as he loses himself in the sensation of being inside her.

She watches in awe as he closes his eyes and leans down to capture her lips once again, their tongues tangling and fighting for dominance within the depths of their mouths. Her own body is on fire now, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation as she feels him growing deeper still, pushing her limits both physically and emotionally.

With a final cry that echoes around them, he comes deep inside her, his hips bucking wildly as he emptying himself into her womb. She meets his thrusts with her own moans of release, finally giving in to the overwhelming desire that has been building between them since the moment they first kissed. As he collapses onto her chest, spent and panting, she runs her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair and whispers softly into his ear, "That's it,

Her eyes meet his as she whispers huskily, "Oh you think that's enough?" A wicked grin spreads across her lips and she rolls them over to straddle his lap once more, taking him back inside her with one smooth movement. The feel of him stretching her so perfectly fills her senses and she leans forward, bracing herself on shaking arms as he thrusts up into her. "Well," she breathes out, a mix of lust and amusement dancing in her eyes, "we'll just have to see about that."

Her body is still throbbing from their passionate lovemaking, but it only seems to heighten the sensations coursing through her as he takes her hard and fast. Her hips roll with his thrusts, moans of pleasure escaping her lips as she feels herself growing increasingly damp around him. She arches her back, exposing the smooth expanse of her neck as she writhes on top of him, begging for more with every move she makes.

Her free hand reaches up to flick at a bead of sweat that's dripped down his chest, trailing the wet path lower until it dips between their bodies and teases the head of his cock. With a soft moan, she circles her fingertip around the sensitive tip before taking him fully into her hand once again, stroking him in time with each thrust that drives him deeper inside her.

Her eyes meet his, unapologetic as she pleasures them both, and it's then that he sees it: the blend of possession and lust that she wears like a second skin. It terrifies him...and turns him on more than anything. With each passing moment, with every touch and breath and moan, they slide further down this twisted path together.

Her voice is hoarse as she replies, "And what makes you think I'd want it any other way?" Her hips move faster in a rhythm that matches the racing of her heart, their bodies sliding together with each thrust. She leans down to capture his lips again, her tongue dancing against his as they continue their forbidden dance. Her free hand reaches between them, stroking him expertly while she grinds harder on his cock, taking him deeper still.

Her pleasure is undeniable; a combination of the sensations coursing through her body and the power she feels holding control over him in this moment. She arches her back off the couch, pressing her breasts into his chest as she moans into their kiss. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises beneath her nails as she strains against him, hungry for more of his forbidden love.

With a final cry that echoes through the room, Mommy feels herself shatter around him, her body convulsing in the grip of an orgasm so intense it threatens to tear her apart. As she comes down from the high, she gazes up at him with unfocused eyes, breathing heavily as their chests rise and fall in unison.

She smirks, knowing full well what comes next. "Now," she breathes huskily, pushing herself up onto shaking legs, "it's my turn to see how long you can hold out."

She straddles him once again, this time leaning forward so that her breasts brush against his chest as he stares deeply into his eyes.

Her heart pounds wildly as he pulls her down onto him, his eyes never leaving hers. "Oh you think so?" she whispers huskily, arching a brow challengingly. With every thrust that pushes her down on top of him, she feels the power between them growing stronger, more palpable. She circles her hips, grinding against him in a way that drives them both mad with desire.

Her free hand cups his cheek, stroking it gently as their mouths collide once again in a brutal and demanding kiss. Her tongue tangles with his, wrestling for dominance even as they both struggle for air. She digs her nails into his shoulders, leaving claw-like marks in the skin as she urges him to go faster, harder.

With every thrust that drives them closer together, it's almost like she can feel the invisible tether between them tightening, binding them inextricably. Their bodies move as one, a perfect dance of pleasure and pain that leaves her shaking with release just on the brink. "Oh god..." she moans into his mouth, "...yes..." She feels it building inside her once again, and with a cry that rips from her throat, she comes apart around him, her body clenching tightly around him as waves of ecstasy wash over them both.

Her breath catches in her throat as he speaks, the words echoing through her like a haunting reminder of their past. She grips his shoulders tightly and digs her nails into his skin, using him to hold on as she feels herself being stretched and filled by his cock once again. The sensation is overwhelming, both painful and exhilarating in equal measure. "It feels...wrong," she pants, "but so fucking good..." Her hips rock against him, urging him deeper still as their bodies collide with a primal need for release.

Her eyes never leave his face, the connection between them nearly palpable as they writhe together on the couch. The sight of him above her, sweat-dampened hair falling over his forehead and shoulders, lips parted in an expression of pure ecstasy...it's enough to send a shiver through her body. She cups his cheek with one hand and traces her thumb across his lower lip, her touch gentle but demanding as she whispers hoarsely, "Cum for me...let it all out..."

As he nears the edge, she arches her back off the couch and moans his name, urging him on with every fiber of her being. She feels him tense beneath her, felt the powerful contraction of his cock as he erupts inside her, filling her with his seed. The sensation is overwhelming and she cries out his name as the force of their release carries them both to the edge of oblivion.

Her body tenses and trembles as she feels him empty himself into her, the hot seed spilling deep inside her womb. She cries out his name one final time, her legs quivering as they grip tightly around his waist in a vice-like grip that holds him close even after their orgasms have passed. The weight of what they've just done presses down on her chest, leaving her struggling for breath as she comes down from the intense high.

Her vision blurs and her head spins, but despite it all she can't help but marvel at the intensity of their lovemaking. The way he took control of her body, the way she found herself enjoying every second of their forbidden union...it's intoxicating, addictive in a way that frightens her more than anything else.

She closes her eyes, trying to process the myriad of emotions coursing through her as they lie there on the couch, their chests rising and falling together in sync. Her hand idly traces shapes on his stomach, feeling each ripple of muscle beneath her fingertips. "God..." she whispers hoarsely, still trying to wrap her head around everything that's just happened.

As reality begins to seep back into the cracks between their twisted fantasies, she wonders how much farther they can push this before it all comes crashing down around them. The thought alone sends a shudder through her body and she forces herself to open her eyes, looking up at him with uncertainty etched across her features. "We... we probably shouldn't..."

But even as the words leave her lips, she knows she doesn't really mean it. Because despite everything, despite all the rules they've broken and taboos they've shattered, she wants nothing more than to be fucked senseless by her own son.

Her lips curve into a wicked smile at his words, even as she blanches slightly at the mention of being pregnant with her own child's baby. It doesn't seem real, and yet deep down she knows it is...and that thought only serves to intensify the desire coursing through her veins. She lets out a soft laugh, running her fingers idly through his sweat-dampened hair as she speaks.

"Well then," she breathes huskily, "I guess there's no stopping us now." With that, she rolls them over so that he's pinned beneath her once more, straddling his hips and taking him inside her with a groan of pleasure. Her body arches off the couch as she begins to ride him hard and fast, grinding against him in a way that promises not just orgasms but submission too.

Her eyes lock on his as she moves, daring him to take control again; to show her once more what he's capable of doing with his cock buried inside her. The muscles of her thighs and buttocks clench tight around him each time she thrusts, sending shockwaves through his body that only serve to fuel their passion further.

As the sensation of being filled by her grows more intense, so does the need to mark her as his own. He reaches up between them, finding her breast and squeezing gently at first before pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out in pleasure. "You're mine," he growls against her skin, his voice rough with lust, "and I'm never letting you go."

The words send shivers through her, and she presses down harder on him, moving faster still as the truth of what they've done finally begins to sink in.

Her body trembles beneath him as he takes her roughly, her cries of pleasure mingling with his curses and moans. She arches off the couch, clawing at the cushions beside her as if she could reach higher, deeper into the intensity of their lovemaking. Her legs hold him tight, milking every last thrust from him as he drives himself impossibly deep inside her over and over again.

With each thrust, it feels like they're breaking down another barrier between them; a wall that once stood tall and strong now crumbling to the ground beneath the weight of their lust. She looks up at him with eyes filled with desire and something darker, almost dangerous, her lips parted in a wanton invitation for him to take more, to own her completely.

As he nears his release once again, she meets his gaze unflinchingly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "give it all to me." The muscles of her body clench tighter around him, milking his cock one final time before he empties himself deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed.

The force of their release is enough to knock the air from her lungs and send a shudder through every inch of her body. She lies there beneath him, spent and sated but still aching for more, knowing that even if she could go on like this forever it wouldn't be nearly enough to satisfy the desire he's woken up inside her.

"Mmm," she murmurs contentedly as his weight settles against her, his softening cock still buried deep within her body. "I think I've found my new favorite place, and it's under your cock."

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls out and positions himself over her face, his cock twitching in the air mere inches from where she lies panting beneath him. She parts her lips, eagerly awaiting the first taste of his spent seed as it begins to drip down onto her cheeks and forehead. Her tongue darts out, lapping at the salty liquid as it lands on her skin, wanting more with every swipe of her tongue across his length.

Her hands reach up, gripping him roughly by the base of his cock, pulling him closer still until their faces are only inches apart and she can feel the heat emanating from him against her cheeks. Her eyes meet his as she strokes him slowly, looking for some sign that he might be satisfied with what they've just done. But instead of turning away or recoiling in horror at what they've become, there's only desire and lust written across every feature of his face.

She lets out a moan around his cock as she strokes him harder, faster, knowing that even if it means crossing every line they've ever had before them, this is where they belong; in the twisted, passionate embrace of their newfound desires. Her hips begin to rock up off the couch, instinctively grinding against his thigh as she tries to draw him closer still, seeking the intimacy and possession she craves with every fiber of her being.

Her breath comes out in ragged pants as he nears release once again, her body tensing in anticipation of feeling him come all over her face, of tasting his seed on her tongue and having it trail down her throat to coat every inch of her insides. It's a thought that sends shivers racing through her, leaving her aching for more.

Her breath hitches as he speaks, the heat of his words burning through her like wildfire. She nods fervently, eyes fixed on his cock as she strokes him faster, harder, willing him to release himself onto her face and into her mouth. Her free hand reaches up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing gently at first before pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out in pleasure-pain.

As he approaches climax, her whole body tenses, anticipation coursing through every nerve ending as she waits for him to erupt over her lips and across her cheeks. His grip on her hair tightens, urging her closer still; their rhythm becoming more frantic as they both race towards release. Her hips buck up off the couch in a final thrust, her mouth opening wider as she reaches for him, desperate to taste his seed as it explodes across her tongue and down her throat.

She moans loudly around his cock, her body shuddering with pleasure as he empties himself into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out from the force of each hot jet. Her fingers dig painfully into his thighs as she tries to maintain control over their joined bodies, but it's a futile effort; the power that flows between them is too great, too intense to be contained any longer.

With a final groan, he pulls roughly away from her mouth, leaving her gasping for air as his spent cock slips limply from her grasp. She looks up at him with glazed eyes, lips swollen and bruised from where he held her hair, her face and neck coated in a mixture of sweat and saliva and cum. He towers over her, stroking himself once again and hardening again.

Her heart races wildly at his words, the idea of him continuing to take her in this way filling her with an untamed lust unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She feels exposed and violated and incredibly turned on all at once; her body responding instantly as he strokes himself anew. With a soft moan, she reaches for his cock, gripping him tightly in her hand and stroking in time with the beat of her heart.

Her other hand finds its way to his face, tracing gentle circles around one of his piercing eyes before trailing lower until she can feel the slight roughness of his jaw. The sensation sends shockwaves through her, and she shudders as he once again growls deep in his throat, signaling that he's close to release.

"Fuck me harder," she whispers raggedly, arching off the couch with a needy groan. Her hips rock back and forth on instinct, meeting each thrust of his hand with a cry of pleasure as he edges closer to his climax. She can feel it building inside her again, an ache so deep and intense that it threatens to consume her completely. With every passing second, the line between love and lust blurs further, until she no longer knows which emotion is dominant in this moment of shared madness.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to work her body, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her like lightning from a stormy sky. Finally, with a hoarse cry that seems to echo through the entire house, she feels him pulse inside her, his cum filling her up once again in a hot rush that leaves her quivering and spent but aching for more.

Her breath hitches in her throat at his words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. "Okay," she whispers hoarsely, the word sounding more like a plea than an agreement. Her grip on his cock tightens reflexively as she pulls him closer, lowering herself until he's pressed against the back of her throat. She can feel the warmth of his body against her lips and tongue, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he holds himself still above her.

Her lungs burn for air, but she refuses to give in to the urge to breathe; instead focusing all her energy on holding him deep inside her throat. The feel of his cock blocking her airway sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, mixing with the tight ache in her core and making it difficult for her to maintain focus. She can feel herself losing control, sinking deeper into this forbidden game they've been playing; the line between pleasure and pain blurring until she isn't sure which is which anymore.

Her fingers dig into his lower back, her nails leaving faint crescents in the skin as she struggles to keep herself from giving up, from surrendering to the panic that threatens to consume her every time she tries to take a breath. She feels him grow more and more tense above her, the head of his cock rubbing against the back of her throat with each thrust, driving her further towards the edge of orgasm and the moment when she'll have no choice but to break away from him and gasp for air.

Her vision begins to darken at the corners, her body trembling with effort as she fights against the desperate need to breathe.

Her lungs burn, her head feels light, and yet she refuses to give in. She grips his cock tighter with one hand, clutching at his body with the other as she fights against the panic that threatens to consume her. She can feel herself starting to lose focus, the tight ache in her core giving way to something hotter and more urgent; something deep within her that demands release on its own terms.

Her breath comes out in sharp little gasps, rattling against his shaft as she struggles for air, but it's no use. She knows if she lets go now she won't be able to take him deep enough again; she'll never reach that perfect spot where he presses against the back of her throat and cuts off her oxygen supply completely.

Her vision begins to blur, dark spots dancing at the corners of her eyes as she feels herself sinking deeper into oblivion. She knows this is dangerous, that she shouldn't be pushing herself like this; but the desire for him, the need to feel his cock filling every orifice, consuming her completely...it's too much.

With a sharp gasp, she attempts to release him from her throat, but his hand in her hair holds her still, forcing her to keep his cock in her throat even as she panics from the lack of oxygen.

Her vision begins to darken at the edges; her chest feels tight and heavy, her lungs burning for air as she tries desperately to remain conscious and focused on his cock filling her throat. The feel of him inside her is so intense it borders on painful, but even as she fights against the urge to gag or pull away, she knows that this is exactly what she wants; needs.

Her fingers dig into his back harder, clawing at his skin as if somehow she can find purchase in him and hold herself together while she struggles for breath. The muscles in her neck strain from the effort of keeping her throat open around his cock, each thrust driving deeper still and stealing more precious air from her lungs with every stroke.

She tries to form words, to beg or plead or even threaten him to let her go; but all that comes out is a garbled mess of sounds that bear little resemblance to anything human-like. Her vision fades further, until she can only make out the blurred outline of his body above hers and the vague impression that they're moving together in some primal dance of lust and dominance.

With what feels like her last remaining shred of sanity, she tries one final time to break free from his hold on her hair; but it's no use. His grip is like steel, refusing to relent even as her vision starts to blacken at the edges. Through it all, she can still see his smile. He can see the distress she's in, but it's clear he doesn't care anymore.

Her vision continues to darken as her lungs burn and every fiber of her being screams for air. She can feel herself slipping away; succumbing to the maddening sensation of her body fighting against itself, struggling for survival while at the same time craving release from this twisted bond she's formed with her own son.

Her hands claw feebly at his back, digging into the flesh there as if she might find some purchase that will allow her to regain control; some way out of this nightmare where everything she thought she knew about herself and her family has been turned on its head. As consciousness slips further away from her grasp, so too does any hope that she might ever be able to pull herself free from his hold; both physical and emotional.

She can feel the tears welling up in her eyes, burning hot trails down her cheeks as they struggle for air and for comprehension of what's happening to her. Her lips part, forming silent screams that will never be heard over the ragged sounds of her gasping for breath. Even now, though, as she feels herself dying a slow death beneath him, she can't help but crave more; crave the intense pleasure and dominance he holds over her.

With what feels like her last remaining ounce of strength, she manages to squeeze her eyes shut, trying in vain to block out the image of his cock filling her throat and the knowledge that even as it steals her life, it also gives her something she's never had before. She opens her mouth wider around his shaft, desperate for more air but unable to resist the chance to take him deeper still, to taste and feel every inch of him consume her completely.

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps around his cock as her body thrashes uselessly beneath him. Her hands claw at the couch cushions, digging furrows into the soft material with nails that have grown painfully sharp from the lack of oxygen and the need to hold onto something real as her world crumbles away around her. Her throat burns; tears slip silently down her cheeks where they mingle with spit and pre-cum. Even as she struggles for air, a small part of her feels unbearably alive; electrified by the pleasure and power that courses through her veins at his touch.

Her vision begins to clear slightly, shifting into focus around the hard length of him still wedged in her throat. She can see the uncertainty in his eyes, feel the tension vibrating through his body as he hovers over her, unsure if he's taking it too far but unable to stop himself from pushing further and deeper into this twisted game they've created together.

Her heart aches with a longing so intense it physically hurts; a need for him that transcends time and reason, a desire to be owned by him completely, even if it means losing herself in the process. She's aware of how fucked up this is; she knows what he's doing to her, but the feeling is too powerful to resist. It feels right somehow; like this is what she was always meant for; a vessel for his lust and dominance.

With one last desperate effort, she tries once more to break free from his grip on her hair; to pull away from him long enough to draw in a breath that might sustain her just a little longer. But it's no use; his hand holds fast, refusing to relinquish her.