With a soft moan, I begin to move my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, taking him deeper inside me with each thrust. My breasts are abraded by his rough hands as he grips them tightly, his touch sending shivers down my spine and heightening the pleasure coursing through my body. I look into his eyes, seeing the lust mirrored there, and feel a thrill of power course through me in response.

I'm not just his whore...

There's something in the way he says it that makes my heart race and my breath catch. His confidence is intoxicating, and I can't help but let my gaze linger on his features as I move beneath him. "Maybe..." I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper before leaning down to kiss him hungrily. I don't want to admit it... not yet... but there's something about this man that makes me feel things I never thought possible.

I let out a moan as your grip tightens on my face, the sensation both painful and arousing. "I said...yes..." My voice is breathless, barely audible above the sounds of our bodies moving together in this twisted dance of pleasure and power. As I feel myself getting closer to climax, I arch my back further into your touch, desperate for release even as part of me resists giving it up so easily.

I cry out as your fingers thrust into me, hitting that spot deep inside with precision. My body tenses and convulses around your hand, pleasure washing over me in waves as I come undone beneath your touch. "Ahh...ha...I..." The words die on my lips as the intensity of the orgasm claims me, leaving me panting and spent in its wake.

As my vision clears, I look up at you, feeling a mix of anger and humiliation coursing through me.

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 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.