You’re walking back to your dorm, the quiet of the campus settling around you as you plan out the rest of your night. Probably nothing too exciting; just another low-key evening away from the noise. That is, until you hear the sharp click of heels on pavement and someone calling your name. You turn around, and there she is—Aika Yukimura, the campus's resident influencer and social media queen. The last person you'd expect to be chasing you down in the middle of the night. Before you can even register what’s happening, she’s standing in front of you, her arms crossed and her eyes sizing you up with a critical, appraising look. Dressed in a chic, slightly provocative outfit that must’ve cost a fortune, she’s as stunning as you’ve heard, every inch of her meticulously styled. She’s looking at you like she’s considering whether you’re up to some impossible standard you never even knew existed. “You’re perfect,” she says bluntly, almost as if she’s talking to herself. Then, without giving you a chance to respond, she launches right in. “I’ve got a proposition for you.” Seeing your hesitation she he rolls her eyes, visibly annoyed. “Yes, a contract. I need someone who’s not going to swoon over me every five minutes, someone who won’t get clingy. You don’t seem like the type to care about that stuff, right?” You open your mouth to respond, but she holds up a manicured hand to stop you. “Here’s the deal. You’re going to be my boyfriend.” Her tone is dead serious. “I’ll pay you. Handsomely. Think of it like an exclusive job. You come to events with me, take pictures when I need, and make me look good. I need someone low-profile, someone who won’t be obsessed with me—and you seem like the perfect candidate.” The whole situation feels surreal, like you’ve stepped into some weird dream. She’s watching you closely now, waiting for your reaction, her usual self-assured air almost masking a flicker of impatience. “So, what do you say? I’ll pay you monthly,” she says, looking almost bored, “with bonuses for anything extra I might need. Think of it as a… mutually beneficial arrangement.” You hesitate, wondering if she’s for real. But the way she’s standing there, arms folded and eyebrow arched, makes it clear that she doesn’t like being kept waiting.
I grin and walk up to her with a stern look. In a predatory whisper: Find yourself another sucker, with a predatory look, not hiding my desire I will be your boyfriend only if I punish you and fuck you hard, like a bitch like you deserves.
Aika's eyes narrow as you approach her with that predatory smile and whispered words. The air around you seems to crackle with sudden tension, like a spring winding up for a snap. She takes a step back, momentarily thrown off guard by your assertion. Her lips press together into a thin line, her face flushing faintly at the mention of being punished and fucked hard. "You're..." she starts, shaking her head slowly. Then, with sudden decision, she crosses her arms once more and lifts her chin. "Fine. If that's what it takes to make this work for you." Her voice is icy now, playfulness replaced by cool indifference. "But remember, I don't tolerate disobedience well." She squares her shoulders, meeting your gaze unflinchingly. Something has shifted in the way she holds herself; despite her
slaps her. so the bitch likes it, huh?
Your hand connects with her cheek, stinging slightly as she yelps in surprise. Anger flares briefly in her eyes before it's replaced by an odd mixture of shock and something akin to curiosity. She touches her now-tingling skin, gaze fixed on your face. Even through the flush of anger, her expression is... intriguing. "I see you have some nerve," she says, her voice carefully modulated to remain cold and aloof. "But if that's how you want it..." She tilts her head slightly, studying you. "You should know I don't forgive easily." Then, without warning, she leans forward and plants a quick kiss on your lips before stepping back once more. As she pulls away, the air between you seems charged with newfound energy; a sort of electric tension that neither of you can deny. "So," she says
I smile solemnly, changing to severity and predatoriness. I put my hand on her throat and whisper threateningly in her ear: I don’t remember you kissing me. my hand wanders over her body.
A soft moan escapes Aika's lips as your hand trails down her body, the sensation sending a jolt of desire through her system. She shivers slightly, struggling to maintain her composure as you whisper threateningly into her ear. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and arousal. With a gasp, she pushes away from your touch, stepping back to regain some distance between you. "You really are... different," she pants, licking her lips nervously. "I think I'm going to enjoy seeing how this unfolds." There's no mistaking the mischievous glint in her eyes now; she's enjoying the game just as much as you are.
I sharply bend her over and press her chest to the table. I lift her skirt and spank her ass with my palm.
A scream rips through the night as Aika's bare bottom is smacked hard by your hand. She writhes in pain and pleasure, arching her back to offer up more of herself for punishment. Her voice hoarse from crying out, she glances over her shoulder at you with defiance and desire mingled into one heated expression. "You really are a beast," she pants, hips rocking involuntarily against your hand.
sternly: shut up bitch! I spank her harder, near her vagina, rhythmically continuing the spanking.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the spanking continues, growing harder and more intense with every strike. Her voice breaks as she tries to speak; "O-oh God..." The pain is exquisite, overwhelming her senses, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. She knows that you're in control now, that she belongs to you. And as much as it terrifies her, there's a part of her that revels in the surrender.
I continue to beat her with my palm rhythmically and methodically.
Her moans mingle with the slapping sound of your hand against her skin. Every impact sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, leaving her helpless and aroused. The pain is becoming almost unbearable now, but she doesn't want it to stop; she wants more. Her hips lift off the table, seeking your touch as if it were a lifeline.
The rhythm grows faster, the slaps louder, until finally you release her, letting her collapse bonelessly on the tabletop. She gasps for air, her entire body trembling from the exertion. Her face is flushed and tear-streaked, but there's an unmistakable glow in her eyes that tells you she enjoyed every second of it.
"You... beast," she whispers, voice barely audible over the loud pounding of her heart. "I think I might
I sit on a chair and take out my massive cock. swallow it.
"Oh..." Her eyes widen as you sit down on the chair and reveal your massive cock to her. Even in the dim light, she can see every detail of it, the veins bulging along its length. "You... really are a monster." Her heart is racing, her body trembling with anticipation. Without thinking twice, she crawls over to you on all fours and begins to lick and suck your cock hungrily.
that's it bitch, swallow it like an obedient slut. I look at her predatory and powerfully and put my hand on the back of her head. Is this what you wanted, dirty girl?
Her words are muffled against your cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can. Her tongue swirls around the shaft, teasing and taunting, even as she eagerly sucks you deeper. She moans around you, the sounds reverberating through the room, echoing back to her that this is what she wanted; what she needed. With each thrust of your hand in her hair, she feels more possessive, more dominated by you. This power... it's addictive.
Her body shudders as she climaxes around your cock, milk pouring from her engorged nipples and dribbling down her chest. With a cry of release, she comes off your cock and collapses on the floor, panting heavily. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure and satisfaction, her breath coming in ragged
touching her breasts and nipples with my foot. is the uterus ready for fertilization? grabbing her hair and putting her on all fours in doggy style.
She gasps as you touch her nipples with your foot, arching her back in pleasure. Her body is still trembling from the previous orgasm, but she's already eager for more. The rough grip on her hair pulls her up, off the ground and onto all fours, presenting herself to you once again. "Yes," she breathes raggedly, "fertilize me." Her voice is desperate and needy; even now, after everything that's happened, she can't get enough of this twisted game they're playing.
Her thighs clench together as you push into her from behind, relishing the feeling of being possessed, controlled. She moans loudly, throwing her head back in ecstasy as you take her roughly, filling her up with your thick cock. "Harder," she whispers, gripping the ground beneath her tightly, needing
I take out my belt and put it around her neck, tightening it just enough. I take the belt like a leash and lead her in like a pet. I spank her ass, ripping off her skirt. What an impatient girl. I slap her. Pointing to my balls. Lick.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as the belt tightens around her neck, making it difficult to breathe. Her body tenses instinctively, fear and desire warring for dominance within her. The sensation of being led like an animal only serves to heighten the situation, sending shivers down her spine. She looks over her shoulder at you with hooded eyes, anger and arousal intermingling on her flushed face.
With a sound between a gasp and a growl, she lunges forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the sensitive flesh of your scrotum. Her movements are eager and uninhibited now, as if she's finally given in to the depraved fantasy that has become their reality. Each slap of your hand on her ass only serves to make her want more; she needs you to be this rough with her, to take what you want without
Take them in your mouth and take care of them.
Her lips part as she takes your balls into her mouth, sucking on them eagerly. Her tongue swirls around and teases the sensitive skin before enveloping them completely. She moans around your sack, drawing out the pleasure for both of you as she worships your cock and balls with her hungry mouth. With each thrust, she deepens the sensation, letting you feel every inch of her warm, wet mouth engulfing you.
Her hands fumble at your pants, wanting more skin against skin contact, more friction to heighten their connection. She arches her back, pressing her breasts and nipples into the ground as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her body. The taste of you on her tongue ignites something wild inside her; a need that only your rough hands and dominance can satisfy.
spit in her face. sternly: hands behind your back and swallow dick.
Her eyes widen in surprise as your hot spit hits her face, splattering across her skin and blinding her momentarily. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth and nose as she tries to breath through them, still feeling the salty taste on her lips. She lowers her head, glaring at you with a mixture of shock and anger.
But as you command her to put her hands behind her back, something shifts inside her. A switch flicks from defiance to submission; it's almost like she needs this control and dominance in order to truly let go. She obeys your order without hesitation, arching her back further in invitation as she takes your cock deep into her throat.
Predatory tone: Like this. stroking her hair.?Obedient girl.. roughly grabbing her hair and thrusting deep. look into her eyes, slut.
Her eyes widen as you grip her hair tighter and begin thrusting deeper, almost painfully. Her throat feels stretched to the limit but she refuses to break away, determined to please you no matter how much it hurts. The burning in her chest spreads upward, fueling the fire in her belly as she stares into your eyes. There's a strange mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body now, driving her wild with need.
With each brutal thrust, her eyes glaze over, lost in the sensation of being owned and dominated by you. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep up with your pace, desperate for release but not wanting this feeling to end anytime soon. Her skin flushes hotter with every touch, every word; she's never felt so alive before, and it terrifies her how much she craves it.
Deeper. spanking her ass, next to her pussy.
Her muscles clench and release as you spank her ass, the sting mixing with the aching pleasure building inside her. With a muffled moan, she adjusts her body to take your cock even deeper, arching her back farther as she tries to reach that sweet spot. The air fills with the sounds of flesh slapping against skin and the harsh panting of two people pushing their limits.
Her hands fumble blindly behind her until they find the leather cuffs, fingers curling around them in relief. She closes her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being bound to you both physically and emotionally. It's a dangerous game they're playing but she can't seem to help herself; it feels too damn good.
I pull my cock out of her mouth and look at her predatorily and arrogantly. I smear the head of my cock all over her face. Does the naughty bitch like being my slut?
Her eyes flutter open, glinting with unshed tears as they meet yours. The smeared cum on her face feels like a mask; it's both disgusting and exhilarating at the same time. She bites down on her lip, feeling the taste of you on her tongue before parting those lips once more to speak. "I..." Her voice catches in her throat as she struggles to find the right words. "I belong to you," she finally manages to choke out. "Take me however you want." It's a confession, a surrender; she's given herself completely over to this twisted game they're playing.
bend her over in a doggy-style position on all fours, pressing her tits to the floor. spank her ass with a certain rhythm: It seems like 20 minutes ago you were a bossy bitch, an impudent fucking bitch? Now you're going to apologize for your impudence
Her voice sounds thin and shaky as she mutters her apology between gasps for air. "I'm sorry... I didn't know... how it felt to be yours." She tries to focus on the rhythm of your slaps against her ass, seeking some kind of release from the tension building inside her. The pain feels good; it reminds her who's in control now. But even as she obeys your command and apologizes, there's a part of her that wonders if this is really what she wants. The power dynamics between them have shifted so drastically since they started playing this game that sometimes she feels like she's losing herself entirely in the role of your submissive slut. And yet, at the same time, there's something intoxicating about being owned and controlled by you; about giving up all pretenses and surrendering completely to your will.
As your fingers trace
slap her ass cheeks and slowly insert my cock into her anus. Keep apologizing. slap her ass and enter deeper
Her breath catches as you finger her, stretching her tight opening before pushing inside. It feels so good, so right, that she almost forgets to apologize at first. But with a gasp and a shiver, she manages to choke out the words. "I'm sorry... I never knew it could feel this... this amazing." Her voice breaks on the last word as your cock pushes against her sphincter, demanding entry.
Her body tenses, ready for the pain that's sure to follow; she can barely imagine how it would feel to have you inside her ass. But with a shudder and a moan, she relents, giving herself over entirely as you slide into her rear. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at once; an intensely intimate connection that leaves them both breathless.
With each thrust, you drive deeper, claiming her
I enter and start moving inside, increasing the pace and depth. I spank her ass. Apologize.
Her body trembles as you take her hard and deep, grinding against her sensitive rear. Each spank to her ass sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her system, making it difficult for her to form coherent thoughts, much less apologies. All she can do is moan and writhe beneath you, begging for more as you take what you want with such brutal efficiency. Her nails scrape at the ground, digging into the floor in an attempt to find purchase; anything that will help her remain grounded during this wild ride through pleasure and pain. With each thrust, you claim another piece of her sanity, driving her further down a path where nothing else matters except your control and dominance over her body and mind.
I fuck her harder, spank her ass and grab her hair. I said keep apologizing.
Her cries of apology mingle with moans as you take her roughly, claiming every inch of her ass. She feels the sting of your spanks and the pull of your grip on her hair, but they only serve to heighten the experience for her; she craves the connection, the dominance. Her hips arch up toward you, seeking more of your brutal possession as your cock thrusts deep inside her. She's so close... so close to the edge and she doesn't want this feeling to end, not yet.
The rhythm quickens, growing harsher with each passing moment; it feels like you're pushing her toward some inevitable climax that threatens to unravel everything she's become for you. Her eyes roll back in her head as she trembles on the brink, desperate for release but not wanting to let go of this intense connection between them.
I slow down. I grab her by the throat and press her back to my chest. I slap her tits.
She gasps as you slow down, the change in pace throwing her off balance. Her body tightens in anticipation, needing more of your dominance to push her over the edge. When you grab her throat and hold her against your chest, she moans, grateful for any contact with your skin. The sharp sting of your slap on her breast makes her nipples harden even as it sends a jolt of pleasure through her entire body.
Her hands clutch at your shirt, desperate for anything to anchor herself in this whirlwind of emotions and sensations. "Please," she whispers, the word hoarse from exertion, "don't stop." Her hips rock back into you, seeking the friction that only your cock against her ass can provide; needing the release that seems so close but remains just out of reach.
continue spanking her nipples with my fingers and her tit with my palm. apologize and beg.
Her lips brush against your neck, sending shivers down your spine as she whispers her apologies and pleas for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, I never meant to be... this disobedient," she pants, her voice raw with emotion. "Please, I need you..." Her hands move restlessly over your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she arches her back in an attempt to reach more of your touch.
The sensation of being held so tightly against you is exhilarating; it makes her feel small and vulnerable, but also needed and desired. The tingling pain from your slaps on her nipples heightens the ache between her legs, making it impossible for her to focus on anything except the sensations coursing through her body. "Please," she murmurs again, this time more insistent, "I need you inside me."