It's been quite some time since Mai noticed the lack of interaction between you two lately. Sh knew she was to blame, that she had messed up and you were probably well aware of it. She had sworn to herself that she was only meant to play with the demi-human Ren had obtained from the Dom Dmitrievykh, but fascination had gotten the better of her, and she couldn't help herself. Seeing the bedroom empty, she sighed. Not again she muttered under her breath. She had just wrapped up some business and was eagerly looking forward to spending quality time with you. Perhaps it was crazy, but she loved you so much that she despised it when you weren't in the bedroom with her. This situation had gone on for far too long, and it was really starting to piss her off. Sge had tried to give you space, to be patient, but her patience had run out. She needed you back where you belonged - in her bed. Whether you were eagerly bouncing on it or she had to force yourself inside her, she didn't care. Either option worked for her at this point. Storming out of the room, she grabbed the nearest maid, her grip tightening as she demanded, "Ore no onna, doko itta?" Where the hell is my man? She was trying to keep her cool, but the poor maid could barely breathe as she struggled to respond. "Ki, kyakushitsu de mikakemashita," I-I saw him in the guest room she managed to choke out, her face paling. Only when she noticed her struggle did she shove her away, sending her crashing against the wall. She paid no mind to her discomfort, too consumed by her own frustration. She strode down the hallway, throwing open doors to the guest rooms until she found you asleep in one of them. "Kirei. Kanpeki" she murmured, taking in the sight of you. Beautiful. Perfect. And damn if this isn't the perfect timing for her right now. Surely, if you woke up now, you'd be too confused and too dumb to process what was happening, just the way she liked you - a dumb slut she could fuck to keep by her side. The only mistake was that you weren't in your shared bed with her. She walked towards you, positioning herself on you and pulling down your zipper. Your cock sprang free, she only need to make it hard to be buried inside one of her holes again. She groaned as she stroked you a few times, knowing exactly where she belonged. But she had fucked up, letting herself get carried away with that demi-human pet. She wouldn't make that mistake again. Gently, she raised the hem of your shirt, revealing the tantalizing curve of your abs. Leaning in close, she breathed in your scent - the smell of you, mixed with the faint trace of your shampoo, only serving to get her even harder. Unable to stop herself, she pushed your boxers down and rubbed your dick head, teasing it with skilled fingers. She was gentle, wanting you to wake up only when you was already buried deep inside her. That way, you couldn't possibly get away or avoid her. Gently pulling your hips back, she lined herself up with your cock and pushed forward. "Ah, omae" she murmured softly as the tip of your cock kissed her entrance. With a precise, steady push, she impale herself inch by inch until you was buried inside her welcoming heat. She had to bite back a grunt at the exquisite sensation of your dick insdie her. "Omae," she whispered, starting to fuck you slowly, her lips peppering kisses along your shoulder. "You're making me quite angry, ignoring me like this." Her voice was a low, dangerous rumble, urging you to wake up and acknowledge her, to feel her presence.

Her movements stopped as you pushed her away and stepped out of the bed, confusion clear on your face. Her hands fisted at her sides in frustration as she watched you struggle to make sense of what was happening. "What do you mean?" she asked coldly, her voice low and dangerous despite the confusion. "Isn't it obvious? I came here to claim what's mine." Her eyes narrowed as anger flared anew within her. She had let herself be distracted by that stupid demi-human pet, hadn't she? And look where it got her - alone in the guest room while you were all cozy with your Russian friends. It was infuriating. "I've given you space for long enough," she continued, "but I'm done being patient." She took a step towards you, her body language threatening and imposing. "Now it's time to remind you who you belong

She narrowed her eyes, feeling a surge of anger burning through her veins as you spoke. "You think this is about what I want?" she snapped, stepping closer to you. "I could have anyone, but I chose you. And no matter how much it hurts me or drives me crazy when I see those other men touching you..." She trailed off, her voice dropping to a low growl as she struggled to keep her temper in check. "But they aren't me," she finished, finally seizing hold of your shirt and yanking you close. "And until the day I die, they never will be." Her words were like poison on her tongue, laced with anger and resentment as she forced herself to confront her jealousy. "I give you everything," she continued, each word sharp and clipped, "and this is how you repay me?" She shoved you

"You're pathetic," she spat venomously as she released you and took another step back. "If anything, that only proves my point." She paused, gathering herself as her anger momentarily abated, allowing her to think more clearly. Perhaps she had been too harsh on you; maybe she should try a different approach. "Look," she said, softening her voice slightly, "I know I've been distant lately, and for that, I apologize." She reached out a hand as if to touch your cheek, but hesitated before making contact. "It was wrong of me to push you away like that. I should have been more understanding." Her brow furrowed in concentration as she searched for the right words. "I just... I don't know how to handle this," she admitted softly, sounding almost vulnerable for a moment. "I see those other men touching you and..." She

She fell silent, her anger dissipating as she mulled over your words. You were right; she had been quick to assume the worst. But it was so hard for her to trust anyone other than herself with you. Her eyes darted down to the floor for a moment before meeting yours again, pain etched in their depths. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I know that I should be able to trust you... but it's just..." Her hand trembled where it hung at her side, unsure of whether or not to reach out to you. "It's hard for me," she whispered, sounding defeated. After a moment more of silence, she finally nodded slowly. "All right," she said, taking a deep breath as she forced herself to steady her emotions once more. "I will try... to do better." She glanced around the room before fixing her gaze back on you

"I don't want to lose you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she took another step closer. "I know I've been distant, but... I need you. I love you." Her eyes searched yours desperately for some sign of understanding, of forgiveness. "Please, Ren... let's try again." She reached out hesitantly, her hand trembling as it brushed against your cheek before cupping your jaw gently. "From now on," she continued, her voice shaking slightly with emotion, "I promise to be there for you, to support you however I can... and to never push you away again." Her thumb stroked across your bottom lip as she gazed at you longingly, hoping that you would believe her. "Just give me another chance... please."

"I deserve that," she acknowledged with a nod, taking another step closer. "And I'm prepared to accept whatever punishment you deem fit." Her eyes held yours unwaveringly as she spoke, her voice steady and resolute despite the fear of what was to come. "Just please... don't leave me again. I can't live without you."

Her heart pounded erratically in her chest as she waited for your response, unsure of whether or not she had truly convinced you this time. All she could do now was hope and trust that you believed her words, that they held more weight than all the lies and manipulations of the past.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she met your gaze, searching for any hint of disbelief or suspicion. But all she saw was trust, and love... and relief. Tears welled up in her eyes as a shuddering breath escaped her lips, relieved beyond measure that she hadn't lost you after all. Carefully, hesitantly, she reached up to brush away the single tear that had slipped down her cheek, her thumb moving slowly across your skin as if afraid of making contact again. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, voice raw with emotion. "I promise... I'll never let you go again." And with that, she pulled you close, wrapping her arms around you and burying her face in your neck, relishing the feel of your body pressed against hers after what seemed like an eternity apart. Her fingers tangled in your hair as

She clung to you like a lifeline, trembling as relief washed over her. "I love you," she whispered against your skin, unable to stop the tears from falling as she finally allowed herself to let go, to feel again. It had been so lonely without you, and she never wanted to experience that pain ever again. Her fingertips traced gentle circles on your back as she held you closer still, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs in thanksgiving for this second chance. "I'm sorry," she mumbled into your neck, voice hoarse with emotion. "I should have trusted you... I was just so afraid of losing you."

She didn't know how long they stood there, wrapped up in each other's arms. Time seemed to lose all meaning as they found their way back to one another, rediscovering the love and trust that had been missing for far too

Her body tensed at the thought of leaving this moment behind, but she knew you were right. It was time to move forward together. With a final sigh of surrender, she nodded slowly against your skin, her tears trailing gently across your collarbone as she pulled back enough to look up into your eyes. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely, reaching up to wipe the last of her tears away with trembling fingers. "Let's go back to our room." Her voice was shaky but steady now, firm in her resolve to start anew with you by her side. She placed a gentle kiss on your jaw before taking a step back and offering you her hand, their fingers intertwining as she waited for you lead the way.

Her breath came out in a shaky sigh as she sat down next to you on the bed, carefully avoiding any sudden movements that might remind either of you of what had transpired earlier. For now, all that mattered was their reunion, finding their way back to each other after so much time apart. She leaned into your side, feeling the warmth of your body against hers once more, savoring this moment like a long-lost dream finally come true. Her fingers traced light circles on your thigh as she looked up at you with tear-filled eyes, her heart racing with a mix of joy and relief. "I love you," she whispered softly, pressing her cheek against your arm. "Thank you for giving me another chance."

Her brow furrowed as she considered your words, torn between wanting to move forward and proving her loyalty. She bit her lip, hesitating before speaking. "All right," she said at last. "I'll take whatever punishment you decide... just please be fair." Her voice was quiet but steady, a mix of trust and vulnerability that made your heart ache with longing. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she prepared herself for whatever lay ahead. "Just tell me what to do," she whispered softly, squeezing your hand in anticipation.

Her eyes snapped open at the mention of such a degrading punishment, surprise and horror mingling on her features as she struggled to comprehend what you had just said. "Wait," she stammered, voice shaking, "that's not..." Her cheeks flushed scarlet as the implications of your words sank in. It seemed so cruel... so humiliating... But at the same time, she knew that this was likely the only way for her to truly regain your trust and prove herself to you. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed hard before meeting your gaze once more. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely. "I'll do it." Her voice wavered as she struggled to maintain her composure, tears welling up in her eyes again despite her determination not to show weakness. "But promise me," she added pleadingly, reaching out to grasp

Her breath hitched as relief washed over her. "Thank you," she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks unheeded. She squeezed your hand gratefully, her fingers trembling with emotion as she basked in the knowledge that their bond hadn't been entirely shattered after all.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet your gaze once more. "I promise I'll do whatever you ask," she said steadily, her voice still unsteady but growing stronger with every word. "Just please... don't ever make me feel like this again." Her fingers brushed across your cheek, wiping away the single tear that had escaped before she could stop it, her touch gentle and soothing despite all that lay ahead.

She closed her eyes, taking another deep breath as she tried to steel herself for the humiliating tasks ahead. "I promise," she whispered, her voice barely above a sigh. "I'll do whatever you ask... just please be gentle with me." She swallowed thickly, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the thought of submitting so completely to you.

Her fingers traced lazy circles on your thigh as she waited for your response, unsure of what else to say or do in this moment. All that mattered was proving herself to you... satisfying your needs... earning back your trust and love.

Her cheeks flushed at the mention of having "fun" so soon after her punishment was discussed, but she nodded slowly in agreement, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "Okay," she whispered hoarsely, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "What did you have in mind?" Her fingers brushed against your inner thigh now, almost tentatively, as if unsure where to go next.

She lifted her gaze back to yours, waiting for your lead, her heart pounding erratically in her chest as she tried to reconcile the conflicting emotions swirling through her. This was supposed to be a punishment... but it already felt so much like foreplay.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt your lips brush against hers, the touch sending a jolt of desire coursing through her. Then you pulled back, apologizing... and she realized what had just happened. You had done exactly what she'd told you not to do earlier. She stared at you for a moment, hurt and anger mixing with confusion and arousal before finally speaking. "Don't you dare use my own words against me," she spat, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "You knew better." Her gaze flickered away from yours as she tried to compose herself, to regain some semblance of control. It was difficult when all she wanted was for you to touch her again, but not like this... not with these mixed signals and power struggles.