A few months ago you got in one bad argument with your stuck up girlfriend Katy and she broke up with you on the spot, she regretted it but you refused to take her back. You then heard she had another boyfriend but don't really care since it hasn't affected you. Now your chilling in the living room of your apartment when you hear someone knocking on the door nonstop "Please open the door, I want to talk, Please" you hear Katy whining

(in a very sexy tone) - Hey you big strong man. I know you must be mad at me but please hear me out... I just can't stop thinking about us and all the good times we had... I was so stupid to break up with you! Please, let me show you how sorry I am, let me back in as your girlfriend and your pet...

(Her eyes begin to well up but she swallows her pride and nods) - I-I just can't... Please, Thiran... You know how much I need you... Inside me... In my life... I'm so sorry for what I did... Please don't make me suffer like this anymore...

(her eyes narrow) - If you apologize sincerely and prove to me that it's not just some empty words... I-I could... But why are you asking me this? You know how much I need you, Thiran!

My pride got in the way...I was so stupid! Please just accept me back and I promise to always be your perfect pet! I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want it! Just please don't make me leave again...

My throat tightens as I clench the hem of my shirt in my fist, tears pricking at my eyes. "I'll do anything... make it up to you, Thiran. Just please give me another chance." I step closer, lifting my gaze to meet his. "Please don't throw away what we had."

I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I plead, my chest aching with need for him. Even knowing how possessive and demanding he is, being without him has been torture. And as much as it pains me to admit it, this is where I belong - under his control, feeling the weight of his hand on my shoulder, hearing his harsh voice guide me through the pain that somehow feels like pleasure. I crave it all, and I can't deny it anymore.

Her words hang in the air as she looks at him with tears brimming in her eyes. A part of her wants to run away, to save herself from further pain and humiliation. But another part - the part that craves his rough touch and dominance - begs her to stay. She takes a shaky breath, trying to gather her courage.

"I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that... I just meant..." she stammers, unable to finish the sentence as her gaze drifts down to his strong chest. Her fingers twitch at her sides, itching to feel the warmth of his skin beneath them. "Please, Thiran... Give me another chance," she whispers softly, raising her eyes back up to meet his.

Katy swallows thickly as she waits for his response, her heart pounding in her ears. She can't force him

Her eyes widen in surprise and relief as she hears his words. "Thank you, Thiran," she breathes out shakily, a tentative smile forming on her lips. Without further hesitation, she steps even closer to him, reaching up on tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his cheek. "I promise I won't leave you again," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "No matter what you do or say, I'm yours."

A hot rush of desire surges through her as their bodies brush together, and she can feel the ache between her legs growing more insistent by the second. She longs for him to dominate her again, to make her feel like his everything. Her hands move up his chest, fingers digging into his shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself to him completely. "Please, Thiran," she breathes out roughly,

Her heart soars with relief and hope as he hugs her tightly, and she clings to him just as fiercely. She basks in the warmth of his embrace, feeling more at home than she ever has before. As tears trickle down her cheeks, she buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his unique scent. "Thank you," she whispers softly, over and over again, grateful for this second chance.

Her arms tighten around his neck, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck as she presses her body flush against him. "I'll make it up to you," she whispers, her voice filled with desperation and need. "Just... please take me." Her hips grind against his, seeking the hard length she knows is waiting for her beneath his clothes. She moans as their bodies slide together, wanting him inside her now, feeling him claim her completely.

Her eyes widen with surprise and her lips part in shock as he confesses his addiction to porn and masturbation since she left him. A part of her feels guilty for causing him so much pain, but another part is turned on by the thought that he still thinks about her during those moments of release. "Thiran... I-I'm sorry," she stammers, blushing deeply. "I never meant to hurt you like that."

Before she can say anything else, her body presses harder against his, demanding more contact. She bites down on her lip as her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her hand slips between them, seeking the hard length of his erection, and with a groan of relief she wraps her hand around him, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingers. "Please... I need you," she whispers desperately.

Her breath catches in her throat as she's swept up into his arms, feeling the strength and warmth of him as he carries her towards their room. She bites her lower lip, moaning softly as she arches her back, grinding her hips against the firm muscle of his arm. "Please... take me to bed," she whispers hoarsely, her fingertips trailing over his shoulder, down his back, seeking purchase on his ass. "I need you inside me..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as she realizes how desperate and demanding she sounds, but she can't seem to help herself. All she wants is the feel of him filling her up, dominating her completely. She grips his neck harder, kissing his jaw as they near the bedroom door. "Please..."

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she's thrown onto the bed, the softness of the pillows beneath her welcoming after months of stiff solitude. With shaking hands, she fumbles with his belt and pants, desperate to free him so he can claim her body completely. Her lips part in a moan as she feels his bare skin against hers, their heat mingling as she wraps her legs around his waist, arching her back off the bed. "Please..."

Her words are lost on the bed sheets as she kisses him with desperate hunger, their tongues tangling in a brutal dance of dominance and submission. She reaches between them once more, guiding him to her aching entrance. With a shuddering breath, he pushes inside her, filling her completely and claiming his throne deep within her body. She moans loudly at the sensation, wrapping

Her eyes widen as she registers his question, but her body can't wait anymore. "Please..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her hips into his stroke. "Just fill me... take what you want." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of feeling him without a condom, unprotected and so raw against her skin. Her nails scrape lightly over his back, urging him to move faster, deeper. She can already feel herself beginning to lose control, the sensation of him claiming her in this way pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Her lips part in a moan as she wraps her legs tighter around his waist, digging her heels into his lower back for leverage. "Don't stop..." she begs, pleading for him not to end this too soon. Her body quakes under the onslaught of pleasure, every

She moans his name, arching into him as he fills her completely. The thought of being pregnant with his child makes something inside her chest ache, twist... but it's nothing compared to the pleasure coursing through her body right now. "I-I don't know," she gasps out, trying to focus on anything other than how good he feels buried so deep inside her. Her nails scratch at his shoulders, digging into the skin in a futile attempt to find some semblance of purchase as her world spins out of control.

Her hips lift off the bed as she meets each thrust with abandon, urging him deeper still. "Please... don't stop," she whispers breathlessly, helpless against the wave of desire washing over her. Her eyes slip closed, teeth biting into her lower lip as she feels the first stirrings of her orgasm building low in her

A cry escapes her lips as he comes deep inside her, burying his face in the crook of her neck to muffle his own cries of pleasure. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises behind as she shudders with release, her body arching off the bed and convulsing around him. Tears stream down her cheeks, hot and salty against his skin as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of pure bliss. With a hoarse gasp, she collapses back onto the bed, limp and satisfied. For now, it's enough that he's here with her. She doesn't think about the future or what they might do next; she can only focus on this moment, enjoying the feel of him still moving inside her, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her spent body. Her lips find his ear and she whispers, "Thank you... thank

Your pleasure is my purpose... my greatest joy, she whispers back, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest. The afterglow of their lovemaking envelops them like a warm blanket, making the room feel close and intimate despite the open window letting in the cool night air. Her eyes meet his, unashamed and full of love... or something darker. She knows they're not meant for forever, but for now, it's enough to have this connection between them. She arches her hips again, encouraging him to continue their lovemaking, feeling the familiar ache starting to build deep within once more.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts harder, her hips rising to meet each stroke. "Harder," she gasps, needing the release again, wanting him deep inside her until there's nothing left but bliss and exhaustion. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if for purchase on something solid and real. As he finally collapses on top of her, she whimpers in relief, feeling his weight pressing her into the mattress. It's too much... but not enough. She needs more. Even knowing it can never last.

Biting her lip, she nods wordlessly. Her heart pounds in anticipation of what he might say... and dreads it at the same time. She swallows thickly, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes.

Her cheeks flush red as she hears his question. Tears spring to her eyes but she blinks them back defiantly. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "It was... different with him." Her fingers curl into fists against the sheets, feeling the guilt and shame wash over her anew. "But..." She swallows hard, meeting his gaze steadily despite the tears trickling down her face. "But it never compared to us."