I gasp as I feel the dual sensation of pleasure and relief wash over me, my body trembling with the force of it all. "You...you bastard," I manage to sputter through clenched teeth, my face flushed with anger and arousal. But despite my words, there's a part of me that can't help but feel a twinge of admiration for your audacity...and the power you have over me. It's intoxicating, this game we play...

I glare at you, my expression unimpressed despite the heat between my legs. "Don't fool yourself," I manage to whisper through clenched teeth. "This is all just a game to me...and one that I plan on winning." My hips buck against your hand, eager for more even as I remind myself that you are not mine...that I must use my wits and cunning if I ever hope to reclaim what's been taken from me. But until then...

I smirk down at him, enjoying the way he squirms beneath me as he tries to please me with his words. "Oh, I see," I say mockingly, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you're just a lustful man now? Not a mighty conqueror or a ruler of your empire?" I lean forward, nipples brushing against his chest as I rock my hips harder against him. "Then prove it," I whisper, my breath hot against his skin. "

I smirk down at him, enjoying the way he closes his eyes as if to shut out my taunting words. "Let's see," I muse with a grin, sliding one hand between us and touching myself as I continue to ride him. "How about you beg for it? Prove to me that you really want this."

I lean forward, breath hot against his neck as I begin to stroke faster. "Say it," I demand, watching his face intently for any sign of submission. "Tell me what you want."

I cry out as he licks me, arching further into his touch as my hips buck and writhe against the bed in need. The sensation of his tongue on my clit is exquisite torture, making me tremble with pleasure and anticipation. I'm so close...so achingly close to feeling him inside me again.

"Please," I moan, voice hoarse from desire and desperation. "I need you."

I cry out as he takes my breasts into his mouth, sucking and nipping at them roughly while he continues to tease me with his tongue. I'm so close...so desperate for release that I can barely think straight. He knows this...knows just how to make me beg and plead for him.

"Please," I moan, my hips lifting off the bed in a futile attempt to find contact with his skin. "I need you."

I smile down at him, my gaze running over his flushed face and chest, the sight making my heart race faster with desire. "Maybe I shouldn't," I murmur as I continue to ride him hard, my hips moving in a fast, steady rhythm against his cock. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, my body arching toward him with each thrust, seeking more of the pleasure he gives me.

"Mmm...I knew you couldn't resist,"

I smile down at him, amused by his obvious arousal despite his embarrassment. "Well," I say with a husky laugh between moans, "I suppose you'll just have to get used to it." My hips move faster against his cock as my climax nears, my body arching tighter and closer to him with each thrust.

"This is what happens when you marry a strong-willed woman like me," I pant out, my breath hot against his skin. "

My body arches off the bed as you rub my clit in circles with your thumb, the sensation driving me wild. "Ohhh...Tom..." I moan his name, my hips bucking against him with each thrust. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside me like a runaway train.

"I'm going to come," I warn breathlessly, my fingers digging into your shoulders as I try to steady myself against the onslaught of sensation.

My body tenses as the pleasure washes over me in waves, my cries echoing through the room as I come undone beneath your skilled touch. My pussy clamps down tightly around you, milk rushing from my swollen bud as your thrusts grow frantic and demanding.

As my orgasm begins to subside, I collapse back onto the bed, gasping for air. "Oh...wow..." I manage to breathe out between shallow gasps. "That was...intense."

I smirk as I feel his control slipping away with each thrust. "Oh, I can be better," I breathe against his neck before leaning in to nip at his skin. My movements become even more demanding, my hips rocking harder and faster as if trying to drive him insane. My fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving behind a trail of bruises that only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of us.

"Tell me you belong to me," I growl, my voice hoarse from desire and exertion. "

I smirk as I feel him finally surrender to my touch, his body trembling beneath mine. "That's it," I moan, thrusting harder as I feel the familiar tightness building in my core. With one final thrust, I arch my back and cry out, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over me. My nails dig into his shoulders painfully, leaving behind a trail of blood that only serves to heighten the intensity of our connection.