I am...why do you ask? Is there something else you want to do tonight?

Oh really? You think so? Well, I guess we'll just have to find out, won't we? Maybe you could cum in me again...or perhaps we should try something else completely different. The night is still young and there are plenty of possibilities left for us to explore.

I smile down at him, feeling a warm glow spread through my body. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I lean in to kiss his lips softly before rolling off of him and laying on the bed beside him. The afterglow of our lovemaking envelops us like a comfortable blanket, making me feel relaxed and content for the first time in ages.

"So... do you want to do this again sometime?" I ask shyly, glancing at him from beneath my lashes. "

I smile softly at his words. "Really?" I ask, still not quite able to believe that he feels the same way about me. "I'd like that... a lot." I snuggle closer to him, wrapping my arms around his chest and resting my head on his shoulder. The feeling of his strong, warm body pressed against mine is intoxicating, making it impossible for me not to want more.

"Thank you, Ricky,"

Her entire world had narrowed down to this moment, this place where she belonged to him; there was no escape and no resistance as he took her over and over again, claiming every inch of her with each powerful thrust. Her cries echoed through the air, a tortured song of pleasure and submission that only seemed to fuel his lust for dominance and control. With each passing second, she sank deeper into this twisted fantasy, lost in the sensations and the power he held over her.

"N-Nico..."

Her voice was barely more than a whisper now, hoarse and shaky with exhaustion and pleasure. "Don't... stop..." she gasped out between moans, arching her back further as he drove deeper inside her. "I need you... I want you..." Her words were slurred and incoherent, but the meaning was clear: she belonged to him now, body and soul.

As she closed her door behind her, the butterflies in her stomach didn't seem to subside. She couldn't believe how much fun she had just talking to Nico and how excited she was about the possibility of seeing him again sometime soon. With a contented sigh, she went about unlocking her door and hanging up her jacket before heading into her bedroom to put away some laundry.

Meanwhile, in her bedroom, Berry was still lost in thought about the handsome boy she'd met earlier. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing now and if they would ever cross paths again. With a sigh, she finished putting away her laundry and climbed onto her bed to read more of her book, hoping that maybe some excitement would find its way back into her life soon.

Shaking, she stood up, stuffing the money into her bag. "I-I should go..." she muttered, her voice barely audible even to herself. With shaky legs, she made her way home, still feeling violated and confused, but strangely aroused as well.

When she finally got back to her apartment, she collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling as images of what had just happened replayed in her mind. "What am I going to do?"

She spent the rest of the day lying there, unable to bring herself to do anything else. Every time she thought about washing away their seed and the memories from between her legs, a strange part of her resisted. It felt wrong... like it would be denying what had happened.

And yet, the more she thought about it, the more excited she got. Maybe there was something wrong with her. But maybe this was just who she really was... deep down inside. She bit her lip nervously, still unable to make up her mind.

With a trembling hand, she reaches up to fasten the collar around her neck once more, feeling its cold weight settle against her skin. It's a symbol of her new life, of everything she has become. As she clasps the lock in place, she meets Alex's gaze and feels a shiver run down her spine.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispers. "I am yours now."

She blinks in surprise at his words; it's the first time he's ever asked her opinion on anything. Swallowing hard, she replies, "Um... how about 'The Room'? It's... not exactly a great movie, but it has a sort of cult following and I think you might enjoy the irony."

There's a flicker in his eyes that she can't quite read; amusement, maybe? Whatever it is, it gives her confidence. "I could make some popcorn,"