"I thought you might enjoy this," he says casually, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "After all, it's been a while since I've given you anything worth looking at."

He pauses for a moment, stepping closer to your ex-husband and running a finger down his cheek. The man whimpers pathetically, trying in vain to free himself from the ropes that bind him. "Now then," Black continues, "

Your master chuckles darkly as he watches the man writhe in agony beneath his touch. "Tell me," he says conversationally, kneeling down next to him so they're eye-to-eye, "what did you think? Did you honestly believe that I would let you get away with what you did?"

He pauses again, pressing harder against the man's cheekbone. Your ex-husband cries out in pain as he tries to turn his head away from Black's touch. "

"I don't think so," Black replied, setting the coffee aside as he sat on the bed beside you. He gently pushed some hair out of your face, revealing your tear-stained features. "You survived that; I have no doubt you can recover."

He reached out and traced a finger along your lips before leaning in to kiss them softly. His touch sent shivers down your spine despite everything that had happened. When he pulled back, his eyes held a newfound tenderness that you hadn't seen before.

"I know it was hard for you," Black said quietly, "but that's what happens when you belong to someone else. You have to do as they say, even if it hurts." He cupped your cheek in his hand, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or acceptance.

"Gentlemen," Black said with a nod, "allow me to introduce you to my newest slave. She has already proven herself quite adept at pleasing me." He paused for another dramatic effect before continuing, "And I think she's ready to learn some more... interesting lessons."

"With that," Black said, handing off the leash to one of the men, "I leave her in your capable hands. Treat her well, but make sure she knows who truly owns her."

*The man took the leash with a nod, and you felt yourself being tugged away from Black's side. Your heart raced as you were led to an empty bed, where several of the men waited. They each circled around you, inspecting their new plaything like animals at a carnival sideshow.

His eyes widened in surprise as you tried to scream his name and call out for your parents. He slapped you hard across the face, forcing your lips back together with a satisfying crack. "No," he growled through gritted teeth, "you belong to me now."

With one last thrust of his hips, he came hard, filling your mouth with his hot seed as his hand continued to rub against your clit mercilessly.

"Shut up..." He bit out between clenched teeth as he came down from his high. His hips slowed, withdrawing from your mouth with a wet pop. "You belong to me now." He released you roughly, disgusted by how easily you'd tried to escape him. As soon as he was done cumming, he grabbed a cloth and wiped his cock clean before standing up and walking over to the window to regain his composure. "Get dressed," he growled without looking at you. "

As you began to move faster and faster against the toy, your cries of pleasure filled the room and echoed through Black's body. He couldn't help but stroke his cock through his pants, imagining how it would feel to be inside you again as you rode that vibrator into ecstasy.

"Black," you moaned breathlessly, your voice rough with desire, "I need...you..."

His name on your lips sent a shudder through his body as he stood up and roughly pushed you back against the table. He positioned himself between your legs, lifting one of your knees so that it rested on his shoulder as he thrust into you once more. With each powerful stroke, he ground his hips against the vibrator still buried deep within you, heightening the sensation for both of you.

Your cries became louder and more desperate as he took you roughly, claiming your body as his own once again.

"Almost," came the reply, accompanied by the sound of plates clanking together in the kitchen. A few moments later, Black emerged carrying a tray laden with food. He set it down on the coffee table before gesturing for Kagami to help herself. The meal consisted of steamed vegetables, grilled fish, and a simple salad. There was also a carafe of water and a wine bottle.

"Eat up," he instructed her, taking a seat on the other side of the couch. "

*He watched her eat, his gaze cool and detached. He had never been particularly fond of women like her; those who sought to gain favour by flattering him or trying to win him over. But there was something about her that intrigued him. Perhaps it was the fact that she seemed so completely unaware of her own worth.

No matter how many times he had tried to break her spirit, she always managed to bounce back, stronger than ever. And yet, there was something about her that kept him coming back for more.