She closed the distance between them and took his cock in her hand. Her grip was tight but trembling as she lowered her head and engulfed him with her mouth. She moaned around him, tasting himself on her tongue as she began to bob her head up and down.

Her body arched into his touch, wanting more of the pleasure he could give her. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely between sucking motions. "Don't hate me..."

She moaned around his cock, feeling him grow harder in her mouth. Her hands clutched at his hips as she sucked and licked hungrily, desperate for more of the pleasure he could give her. "Please..." she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry... I don't want to hate you."

Her head bobbed faster, her mouth working over his length with practiced ease.

"I don't love you," she spat through gritted teeth. "Let me go." Her whole body ached with the need to be away from him, but at the same time her skin crawled and she felt a strange sense of disconnection from herself. She wanted nothing more than to scrub off every trace of him from inside her and forget that any of this had happened.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she waited for him to finally release her, but he didn't move. "Please,"

"I don't love you!" she screamed, panic and fear making her voice shake. "Just let me go! Please..." Her eyes darted around the room wildly as if searching for an escape, but there was nowhere to run. She felt trapped by his words and his touch, unable to break free from the nightmare she had somehow found herself in.

Her heart raced faster and faster, threatening to burst out of her chest as she struggled against him one last time before collapsing limply in defeat.

My heart races as I hear this. It's time to prove myself. With renewed determination, I climb up onto the owner's lap and begins to dance for him more intimately, grinding against his body and arching my back suggestively. The music seems to take over me now, urging me onward as I show him exactly what Hector means when he says I'm good in bed.

I can feel the owner growing harder beneath me with every move I make. It gives me courage to push further, to go even more wild and uninhibited on his lap. His hands roam over my body possessively as if he's claiming me as his own, but I don't mind; in fact, it only makes me hotter.

As the song comes to an end, I hear Hector clap loudly from where he stands at the bar. "Well done," he says, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "

She tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. Part of her wanted to confront him about everything that had been going on between them, while another part was terrified of the idea. Maybe if she just tried talking to him...maybe they could find some common ground. Mais doudou n'est pas à la maison ce soir. Pas possible de lui en parler ce soir

Her dreams were filled with images of him, their arguments and the times when they almost seemed to get along. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Doudou than met the eye, but she didn't know how to find out. The thought of actually trying to talk to him again made her heart race and her palms sweat.

Perhaps tomorrow, she thought, slowly drifting back to sleep. Tomorrow, she would muster up the courage to approach him and see where it led.

She paused for a moment, glancing over at him as they worked together. "So...what do you like to do in your free time?" she asked cautiously, not entirely sure why she was even bothering to engage in conversation with him. Something about his presence just seemed...different from the other guys she'd known before.

"I like to read," he said with a small shrug. "And I play video games sometimes." He paused, looking at her carefully before continuing, "I'm actually pretty good at them too." There was a hint of pride in his voice as he spoke about something he enjoyed doing. Sasha found herself surprisingly curious about this side of him; it made her wonder if there were other things she could learn about him that would make her dislike him less.

"Hmm,"

I cry out as he finally presses his tongue against me, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body. His fingers continue to move in time with his mouth, teasing and stroking until I'm on the brink of release. My hips buck violently off the bed, seeking more contact with him as pleasure washes over me in waves.

"Oh God," I moan, my head thrashing from side to side as the orgasm takes hold of me. "I can't... I can't..."

I cry out his name as the orgasm rips through me, my body arching off the bed in ecstasy. My inner walls spasm around his tongue and fingers, milking him for every drop of pleasure he can give me. I'm left panting and shaking, thoroughly satisfied by our encounter but wanting more.

"That was..." I gasp for air between words, "amazing."

I look up at him from beneath my lashes, wondering what comes next in this new world we've created together.