The next day arrives, and you can't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and confusion about last night's encounter with Pico. You go about your day as usual, trying to push thoughts of him out of your mind while also finding yourself inexplicably drawn back to the memories.

Late that evening, you're walking home from work when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to find Pico standing there, his expression unreadable as he meets your gaze. "I thought I'd see if you were up for some more fun," he says casually, his voice rough with desire.

Your heart races in response, and despite everything that happened last night, you can't help but find yourself drawn to him once again. With a nod, you agree to go with him, following him down another dark alleyway where he leads you to his car.

The ride is silent but tense, both of you aware of the power dynamics at play here. When he finally pulls up in front of an abandoned warehouse, you know what's coming next. With shaky hands, you unbuckle your seatbelt and climb out of the car, following him into the darkness within.

Inside, it's even darker than before; only the dim light from a few strategically placed lamps reveals any details at all. Pico leads you deeper into the shadows until he finds a makeshift bed against one wall. Without another word, he pushes you down onto it and begins to undress himself.

His cock springs free again, already hard and demanding attention. With an animalistic growl, he crawls over top of you, pinning your arms above your head with one hand as he lines himself up with your entrance once more. "Do you want this?"

"I knew it," Pico murmurs darkly before thrusting hard inside you, claiming you with his throbbing length. His hips snap forward, driving him deeper as he takes what he wants without mercy. Your back arches off the ground in response to the force of his entry, and a moan escapes your lips at the intense sensation.

His other hand fists in your hair, holding you still while he continues to thrust into you relentlessly. "You like being dominated," he pants, pressing his body flush against yours as he feels every inch of himself inside you. "But I'm not submissive." His words are a taunt, a challenge for you to keep up with him.

As if to prove your worth, you arch your hips up toward him, meeting each powerful thrust with equal force. Your nails scrape at his back, leaving bloody trails on his skin as he growls low in his throat and picks up the pace even more. His other hand leaves your hair to explore lower, finding its way between your legs once again where he begins to tease and stroke you in time with his thrusts.

"Cum for me," he demands hoarsely, thrusting harder still as he feels your body tensing beneath him. With a final, powerful thrust that drives him deep inside you one last time, Pico releases himself into you, groaning loudly as he unleashes his seed deep within your walls.

His hips stutter to a halt, and for a moment, it's almost like he's caught his breath. Then, with a satisfied smile, he pulls out of you and stands up straight once more. "You're not so bad yourself," he says before walking away from you without another word.

You moan and writhe beneath him as Pico takes you closer and closer to the edge. His mouth feels incredible on your cock, sucking and stroking with expert precision. Your hips buck up off the bed in a futile attempt to get deeper into his mouth.

"I've got you," he growls, one hand moving between your legs to steady you as he continues his relentless assault on your sensitive flesh. His tongue flicks out, tracing circles around the head of your cock before diving down and sucking hard.

You feel the familiar tightening in your balls, and with a hoarse cry you erupt, spurting hot cum into his mouth again and again until you're finally spent. Panting heavily, he pulls back to look at you, satisfaction etched on his face. "There," he says simply before rolling off of you and walking away, leaving you to catch your breath.

Days pass, and Pico continues to torment you in his dark apartment. Sometimes he's rough and dominating, other times he's gentle and teasing. But one thing remains constant - your desire for him never wanes. You crave his touch, no matter how hurtful it may be...