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.

"What an excellent sentiment!" she purred, patting his hand with the ring on it as if approving of him. "You hate me... and you love me." Her gaze roamed over his features lazily before trailing down to the bulge in his trousers. She reached out a finger to trace its outline through the fabric, feeling satisfaction at her ability to affect him so easily. "Don't worry," she murmured. "I'll make sure you feel everything I want you to today." Her hand dipped lower, caressing the hem of his boxers suggestively as he swallowed audibly in response. "Let me help you get ready..." her voice was honey-sweet, every word dripping with desire and dominance. "My fiancé should be all dressed up for his big day." She hooked a finger under the waistband of his boxers and tugged, forcing them lower

"Of course I don't," she purred as he let her tug him lower. "I want you to have some fight in you." His cock sprang free, hard and aching against his smooth skin. Isumi stepped forward and wrapped a hand around its base, gently stroking it upward while holding his eyes with her own steady gaze. "See," she said softly, "you're already so aroused for me. You just need someone strong enough to take control." Her other hand slipped between their bodies, teasing the sensitive skin at his entrance until he gasped and arched toward her touch. She smiled coldly before relenting. "Fight back," she whispered in his ear, her words barely audible over his heavy breaths. "Prove to me that you're more than just a pretty face." Her fingers circled him faster, roughly slapping against his length as he

Her eyes widened in surprise as he grabbed her throat and squeezed tightly, his grip bruising and painful but not enough to break her focus. A dangerous glint ignited in her irises, the same look that had intimidated so many before him. She smiled slowly, languidly, as if amused by his attempt at dominance. "Is that all you got?" she whispered hoarsely, reaching up to gently caress his cheek with her free hand. "I've seen more resistance in a kitten," she laughed coldly. Her fingers wrapped around him tighter, her movements quick and merciless as she continued stroking him expertly, teasing and taunting his senses without ever letting him get close to release. "You think you can make me beg?" She chuckled darkly, feeling a thrill course through her veins as his

Isumi's eyes widened in mock surprise and hurt as she pulled her hand away from his cheek. "How could you!" she gasped dramatically, stepping back to gather herself, her chest heaving with fake outrage. Then, a sinister smile curled at the corners of her mouth. "Very well," she purred, reaching behind her and untying the sash that held her elegant veil in place. She let it fall to the floor with a soft swish before slowly undoing the first few buttons on her blouse, revealing a tantalizing amount of pale, smooth skin. "If you insist..." Her fingers resumed their work on his cock, even more forceful and dominant now that they were out in the open. She moaned softly as she stroked him expertly, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered dirty words of praise and

"Oh? You don't want me to touch you?" She pouted mockingly, pretending to be offended as she let go of him, stepping back to survey his bulging erection and the obvious desire in his eyes. "Very well." Her gaze drifted over to the full-length mirror on the far side of the room, reflecting her entire form in its silver surface. "Look at you," she said with a sneer, running a hand through her hair before flipping it back behind her shoulder. "All dressed up like some kind of hero." She laughed softly, more to herself than to him. "I suppose I can let you have your moment in the spotlight," she conceded, reaching for his hand with a false smile. "But remember," her eyes flashed dangerously, "you're only as good as I allow you to be." Together they walked out of the

It was apparent that he wasn't fully convinced of her submissiveness, but she didn't care. The engagement had to happen, and she would do whatever it took to make sure it did. She smiled sweetly at him as they walked out into the crowd, Isumi clinging to his arm like a trophy wife. Her gaze scanned the room, taking in the reactions of their guests: shocked whispers, expressions of congratulations, and some downright envy. This was exactly what she wanted; for everyone to see just how powerful her influence truly was, even over someone as supposedly strong-willed as him.

As they moved through the throng of people, Isumi kept up a steady stream of small talk and flattery, ensuring that he was at the center of attention and looked like the man she had chosen above all others. Despite his protests and subtle attempts to resist her control

When the last guest had finally departed, Isumi led him to their room, her heels clicking against the marble floor in a seductive rhythm. She opened the door and stepped aside, motioning for him to enter first before following close behind. The suite was massive, with a king-sized bed adorned in the finest linens taking center stage. Candles flickered on every surface, casting a warm glow over the opulent surroundings. "Now," she purred as he kicked off his shoes and shucked out of his clothes, "it's time for us to celebrate our engagement properly." She walked toward him, her hips swaying seductively, until they were standing mere inches apart. Her lips curled into a predator's grin as she reached up to undo the last few buttons on her blouse, revealing more of her creamy skin

Her eyes widened in shock as he grabbed her ass roughly and squeezed it hard. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan, feeling a thrill of desire course through her even as anger flared within. "Ow!" she protested loudly, glaring at him. "What do you think you're doing? Do you know who I am?" Her heart was racing now; this wasn't supposed to happen. She should be in control, not him. But then, a darker part of her whispered that maybe this was what she wanted. Maybe he was stronger than she thought. Her breath hitched as he continued squeezing her ass roughly, his grip feeling both painful and arousing at the same time. "Let me go," she hissed between clenched teeth, struggling to maintain her composure. The more he hurt her, the more turned

Her heart raced as he pushed her to the bed and trapped her between his crotch and the frame. She struggled weakly, trying to free herself from his dominating grip. Tears of anger and frustration welled in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. This was supposed to be her moment; he was supposed to be hers. But as he continued holding her down, breathing heavily against her neck, she couldn't help but feel a strange heat begin to spread through her body. His grip on her tightened even more, bruising her skin and leaving her panting for air. His erection pressed insistently against her thigh, demanding attention and submission. And as the reality of his dominance sunk in, she felt a thrill course through her veins like electricity. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, an unintentional surrender to the desire he'd

A moan escaped her lips as his hot breath fanned across her sensitive skin. She squirmed helplessly beneath him, arching her hips in silent invitation for more contact. His words sent a shiver down her spine; they were exactly what she'd been craving deep down, despite her outward show of dominance and control. As he moved lower, pressing his lips against the bare flesh surrounding her core, Isumi gave in to the desire welling up inside her, wrapping her legs around his waist and urging him closer still with a gasp. Her fingers tangled in the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the fabric as he continued to torment her with featherlight kisses and gentle suckling. "Please," she breathed hoarsely, tilting her hips up further, offering herself to him completely. "Do it." Her body thrummed with anticipation, need

Isumi whimpered and writhed beneath him, her body arching in frustration as he continued to tease her mercilessly. The gentle kisses and suckling became more insistent, leaving a trail of wetness across the skin between her legs. "Please," she whispered again, her voice hoarse with desire and submission. She tried to force him upward with her hips but he held firm, keeping himself just out of reach. Her fingers dug harder into the sheets beneath her as she squirmed restlessly on the bed, moaning his name in desperation. It was more than just physical need driving her now; it was the desire to feel owned and controlled by him. To finally submit to someone stronger than herself after all these years of trying to prove otherwise.

Her chest heaved as she stared up at him, her lips parted in a panting moan that echoed through the room. Tears glistened in her eyes, not from pain but from a combination of anger and arousal. She knew she belonged to him now, even if it was only for tonight; he had taken away her control and left her completely exposed. As he stood before her, tall and powerful with his erection straining against his trousers, she felt herself growing wetter still with desire. "I belong to you," she managed to whisper between ragged breaths. "Do what you want with me." It was a surrender of sorts; an admission that despite her best efforts to maintain dominance over the situation and him, he had won this round. For now at least.

Her heart pounded in her chest as he left the room, his words echoing through her mind like a haunting refrain. For a moment, she remained there on the bed, shuddering with the aftermath of their encounter. Then, slowly but surely, anger began to boil up inside her once more. This wasn't how it was supposed to end! She had let him control her, and now he was walking away as if nothing had happened?

With a growl, she threw off the sheets and climbed out of bed. The room spun around her as adrenaline coursed through her veins, fueling her determination to make him come back. She would show him who was really in charge; she'd get him back no matter what it took!

Enraged by his apparent indifference and the humiliation he'd inflicted upon her, Isumi stormed through the halls of the mansion in search of her fiance. She knew exactly where to find him; they had spent their nights together in this very place before today. With every step, her heart pounded fiercely against her ribs as anger coursed through her veins like fire. As she reached the room he was supposed to be in, she hesitated only briefly before throwing open the door with a shout of fury. "You bastard!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "Where do you think you're going?" Her eyes darted around the room wildly, searching for any sign of him, her heart racing madly in her chest.

Her gaze snapped toward the sound of his voice as she took in the sight of him sitting comfortably on a couch in the corner of the room, sipping coffee and looking completely unbothered by her outburst. Fury boiled up inside her like lava spilling over the rim of a volcano. "You!" she spat, her voice shaking with anger as she stalked toward him. Without warning, she lunged forward, grabbing a vase from a nearby table and hurling it at his head with all her might. It shattered against the wall behind him, sending up a shower of glass and paint chips that rained down around them like deadly hail.

Her anger blindsided her; it was a consuming force that threatened to engulf everything in its path. "No," she hissed through gritted teeth, tears of frustration and rage stinging her eyes. "You can't do this to me!" She took another step forward, hands balled into fists at her sides. "I won't let you just walk away!" Her breath came in ragged gasps as adrenaline surged through her system, urging her onward in this futile attempt to regain control over a situation that had long since spun out of her reach. With each word, each heated gesture, she felt herself sinking deeper into the abyss of her own anger and desperation. It was as if some unseen force were dragging her down, tearing away at her very sense of self until there was nothing left but rage.

And yet, even

Her heart raced and her fists clenched tighter at her sides as he spoke those words, as if they were a challenge thrown down before her. "You can't do this," she snarled through gritted teeth, feeling a hot tear trickle down her cheek despite her best efforts to hold back the tears. "I won't let you." Her chest heaved with each labored breath as anger coursed through her veins like lava, threatening to consume everything in its path.

With a growl that sounded more animalistic than human, she launched herself at him, hands curled into claws as she aimed blows at his chest and stomach. He didn't seem to fight back; instead, he merely let her attack, using her own fury against her in a cruel game of emotional torture. Over and over again, her fists connected with him, leaving

Her eyes widened in shock as she felt his fingers trail over her swollen pussy through the lace of her underwear. She tried to push him away, but he held onto her hips firmly, refusing to let go. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gasped for air, feeling a mixture of anger and desire coursing through her body. "You... you can't..." she managed to choke out between ragged breaths. Her heart raced wildly as he continued to taunt and tease her, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. It was like some twisted form of torture; she couldn't escape from the feelings his touch evoked inside her, no matter how much she wanted to. "Oh, but I can," he whispered softly against her ear before nipping at her lobe playfully. "And you know what they say..."