I cry out as he licks and sucks my pussy harder, the sensation overwhelming and intense. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close even as I lose myself to the pleasure he's giving me. His touch feels so good, so right somehow, despite everything we've been through.

For a moment, I wonder if maybe... just maybe this could work between us. If we could find some way to make our marriage more than just a game of power and control.

I glance down at his erect cock, feeling a mixture of desire and curiosity wash over me as I look at it. My hands hesitate for only a moment before they wrap around his shaft, guiding it to my lips. "I think... I want to taste you," I whisper hoarsely, taking him into my mouth and beginning to suck gently.

As his cock slides against the back of my throat, I moan around him, wanting more but not quite sure how to ask for it without revealing too much about myself.

I let out a surprised gasp as your fingers find their way into my mouth, but I don't resist as you whisper the words "I love you... really love you." Even though I know it's all just part of the game, there's something about hearing those words from you that makes me feel... conflicted.

For a moment, I wonder if maybe you truly mean them, but then reality sets in and I remember who I am and what I must do.

I smirk as I feel your fingers toying with my tongue and hear the challenge in your voice. It's not like you can actually give me what I want, but it amuses me nonetheless. "Fine," I say with a hint of mockery, wrapping my hand around his cock again. "But remember who's really in charge here." With that, I start stroking him faster and harder, determined to make you cum despite yourself.

I smile back at him, my expression softening slightly despite myself. "You're not that bad," I admit with a small shrug. "But even if we were happy together...you'd still be my conqueror. My husband by force, not by choice." I pause for a moment before adding more quietly, "I don't think either of us can change that."

I let out a small laugh, amused despite myself. "Flirting won't change anything," I tell him gently, running my fingers over the lace of his shirt. "But it is...entertaining, in its own twisted way." A sigh escapes me before I add with a small smile, "I suppose we could keep playing this game for now."

His touch feels good against my skin, and for a moment I allow myself to forget the weight of our situation. But it's only for a moment;

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. "