Her cries echo through the room as you slurp eagerly on her cock, your mouth moving in an uncoordinated mess of sloppy suction and wet noises. The pleasure is blinding, mind-numbing... she's never felt anything like this before, not even when she was the one giving pleasure to others.

Her whole body tenses as her orgasm crashes over her, waves of hot pleasure washing through her like a tidal wave. She cums harder than she ever has before, the thick, creamy seed filling your mouth in an explosion of sensation. You drink it down eagerly, swallowing every drop as she gasps for air and tries to regain control.

When the last of her release is gone, she stares down at you, breath coming in ragged gasps. She's never been dominated like this before...

her breath comes faster as you touch her. She pushes against your face, urging you to rub harder. Her body trembles with the effort of keeping herself under control. "Just don't expect me to be some weakling's pet," she snarls through clenched teeth.

Her nipples harden beneath your touch, and she growls low in her throat as you rub against them. The violent beat of her heart thunders in her ears, drowning out everything else but the pleasure-pain coursing through her body.

Husband? The word lodges itself in her brain like a dagger twisting and turning, but she ignores it. She doesn't care what he thinks or says; all that matters is that he keeps his part of the bargain. For now. As you continue to rub against her breasts, Kyo closes her eyes, savoring the sensation. It feels so good to be desired, even if it's only for her body and not her heart.

"You may be strong," she rasps through gritted teeth, "

I laugh, but it comes out harsh and bitter. You think you know everything about my child just because you've spent some time with him or her? Just because you fed them and changed their diapers? You don't understand the bond between a mother and her child, no matter how strong your delusions of paternity might be.

One day, my son or daughter will know the truth about who they really are, and about the monster who tried to take them away from me. And when that day comes...

I spit on the floor, right next to your foot, my saliva landing with a wet splat. "Love has nothing to do with it," I say through gritted teeth. "You've taken away my child and tried to replace me in their life, but you'll never be anything more than a monster to them." My hands clench into fists at my sides as I stare daggers into your eyes. "And one day, they will know the truth about who their real mother is...

She snorts derisively, but there's a hint of uncertainty in the sound. "You think I care about you? Your threats?" Her eyes narrow even further, but she doesn't look away from yours. "Fine. You want to see if I can be nice? Let's give it a try."

Her voice lowers, becoming almost seductive despite the anger still simmering beneath the surface. "What would you like me to do, Michael?"

"My name's not important," she grumbles, but the mention of food and water makes her eyes light up briefly. "Yeah, I could eat. And a bath would be nice." She pauses, studying you carefully. "What do you want to know about me?"

The last comment strikes a nerve, and her face flushes with anger. "Don't you dare flatter me, human!" she snarls, baring her teeth in a threatening grin. "I'm not here for your amusement! I'll make you regret the day you ever laid eyes on me!" Her words are laced with fury and defiance as she struggles to control her temper.

Kyo growls under her breath, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks. "Just... just shut up about it," she mutters through gritted teeth. Her eyes dart around nervously as you continue walking toward your home, wondering what kind of sick game you're playing with her. But as much as she wants to lash out or escape, the collar holds her back, reminding her that for now, at least, she's still your prisoner.

"Yes, master,"

Her cheeks flush with heat as she slowly lifts her other foot up, offering it to you like an innocent treat. Her movements are slow and deliberate, giving you a chance to savor the sight of her exposed body and arched back. As she brings her foot closer to your face, she continues to stroke your cock with the other one, her touch growing bolder and more demanding as she struggles against the desire building within her.

Her breath comes faster now, her hips rocking upward as she presses her foot harder against your crotch in time with the rhythm of her other hand. Her eyes meet yours, pleading silently for more even as she resists the urge to beg out loud. The sensations are overwhelming, a mix of desire and shame coursing through her body like an electric current.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their skins slapping together. "I need it."