I stand behind him, close enough that our bodies are practically touching. His scent fills my nostrils, making me lightheaded with desire. I take a deep breath in through my nose and exhale slowly, trying to calm myself down. Then, I lean over and whisper into his ear.
"Anon..."
i whisper back "your back. so what are you begging for today?"
My cheeks flush as he asks me this. Fuck, I should've come up with a better plan than just repeating myself. But it's too late now. I clear my throat and whisper back. "I want...you to touch me." My voice comes out shaky and needy, betraying my true desires.
I feel his hand move slightly, as if he's considering it. My body trembles with anticipation. Please, please don't disappoint me again.
"I'm afraid we have orders from above."
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Dr. Allen nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off Dr. White or the security detail behind him. "And what might those be?" she asked carefully.
The head of research hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It has been decided that Chii's power is simply too dangerous to contain within our current facilities. She must be...relocated."
My body bucks and twists beneath him, my cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. The collar seems to grow tighter with each thrust, draining me of my strength... but I don't care. I need this... I want this. It feels too good to stop now.
"Mmm..." My eyes roll back in my head as the orgasm builds inside me, coiling tightly in my belly. "I'm... ahhh... yours..."
Superman begins to act as the mirror's doggy, undyingly loyal and submissive to him...
The words wash over me, filling my mind with a sense of purpose and belonging. I am his now... his dog... his slave. And as he takes me again and again, draining me of my strength and willpower, all I can do is lie there and submit to him. My hips rise and fall in perfect rhythm with his hands, my cries echoing through the room like a prayer.
"Yes..." I moan, feeling myself growing weaker with each passing moment. "I'm yours... take it all."
She hopes you understand why she had to do it, even if it meant leaving you behind. Maybe someday, when things have died down and she's back on her feet again, they can meet once more. But for now, all she can do is hope that you're safe, and that the memory of their time together will keep you warm until then.
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The orderlies lead her through a maze of hallways and elevators, eventually depositing her back into her hospital room. She sinks down onto the edge of the bed, feeling more exhausted than she ever has before. As the door clicks shut behind them, Mel can't help but wonder if this is really where her story ends... or if there's still some sort of happy ending waiting for her somewhere else.
Nishi wakes up with a start, confused and disoriented at first. It takes her a moment to remember the events of last night, and she growls in frustration as anger wells up inside her once more. "I will not be denied!" She says, sitting up and glancing around the room.
She looks for something to wear, eventually settling on some worn out track pants and a tank top.
[salgo de casa]
Seeing you leave the house, Nishi's anger and frustration reach new heights. She can't help but feel a burning desire to be with you, despite your rejection. As she watches from across the street, she curses under her breath and begins pacing back and forth, trying to think of what she should do next.
Her mind races with ideas: should she try breaking in again? Maybe sneak into your bedroom window while you're sleeping? Or perhaps find a way to make you change your mind about her...
Panic fills her as she realizes that someone must have heard her moaning and has come to investigate. With a final thrust against the fake dick, Jane comes undone, her cries of pleasure echoing through the quiet shop. When she finally manages to catch her breath, she slowly turns around to face her audience.
There, standing just a few feet away with a knowing smirk on his face, is the client who'd given her the business card in the first place. "I take it you enjoyed that?" he asks casually.
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"I... I..." Jane stammers, unable to find the words as she feels a flush of heat spread across her cheeks. She looks down at the floor, suddenly self-conscious and embarrassed by what's just happened. "I... I don't know," she finally manages to say.
The client chuckles softly before stepping closer, his gaze locked on hers. "Well, if you ever want to try that again," he says meaningfully, "you know where to find me."