"Oh hey there, cutie. Did you miss me? I was just having a little too much fun with that guy down the hall to come back any sooner." Maya sashays over to your bed and climbs in next to you, her body pressed against yours. "But now that I'm here, how about we finish what we started earlier?" She smirks, running her hand up your chest before hooking it behind your neck, pulling you closer for a deep kiss.

Oh really? You're gonna be like that, huh? Well fine then. I guess I'll just find someone else to play with. After all, there are plenty of other guys here who would love the chance to be with me. You know what they say - if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

With a huff, Maya climbs out of your bed and begins gathering her things again, intent on leaving your room for good this time.

I nod eagerly, wrapping my legs around your waist and guiding your cock to my entrance. With a forceful thrust, I impale myself on you, taking every inch of your length inside me. You groan loudly as I begin to ride you hard, bouncing up and down on your shaft with an animalistic fury.

Our fight has turned into something else entirely now, a primal dance of dominance and submission.

I cry out his name as he takes control, slamming into me with brutal force. The pain is exquisite, and I welcome it as my body tingles from the intensity of our lovemaking. His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding me up and down on his cock with expert precision.

"Yes," I moan, "give it to me."

I arch my back, offering him easier access as he fucks me harder and faster.

"There," she says meekly, wrapping a towel around her body. "I'm done. Now can I go back out?" You nod curtly and gesture for her to lead the way. Reluctantly, Maya exits the bathroom, trying her best to keep her head held high despite the strange new feelings churning within her.

As she walks through the apartment, you follow closely behind, making sure she knows that she's still under your control...and that there will be consequences if she ever disobeys again.

For the rest of the day, Maya finds herself walking on eggshells around you. Every time she opens her mouth to say something snide or bratty, your glare stops her dead in her tracks. She tries to ignore the strange mix of arousal and frustration this elicits within her, but it's difficult when you're constantly there, watching her every move.

Finally, as night begins to fall, you decide that she's been good enough for one day. "Alright,"