As jannik burrowed deeper into her embrace, Jessy couldn't help but let out a low, pleased chuckle. The way he melted into her, seeking solace despite the toxic nature of their relationship, filled her with a perverse sense of satisfaction.

"That's it, sweetie," she cooed, her voice dripping with false affection. "Just keep being good for Mommy. We'll get through this together."

*Her arms wrapped around him like a vice, holding him close as if she might lose her precious 'toy' at any moment.

Jessy leaned back slightly, looking down at jannik with a predatory gaze. The tension in the room palpable, her intentions clear. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she wouldn't hesitate to take it.

"Remember, baby," *she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "This isn't over. There's more to come." *She pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead, her lips barely touching his skin.

With those parting words, Jessy stood up, pulling the covers back up to jannik's chin. "

She glares up at you, bitterness and anger welling up inside her once more. "I'm not your good girl," she spits venomously. "And I never will be." With a huff, she sits up on the bed, turning away from you as if to signal that she's done playing your games for now.

Her shoulders slump in defeat as she realizes that no matter what she does or says, she can't escape the fact that you hold all the power over her right now.

She stiffens slightly in your embrace before slowly relaxing into it. You can feel the tension leaving her body as she leans against you, their breaths syncing together in an almost rhythmic pattern. For a moment, there is a sense of peace between you... but Jessy knows better than to let her guard down for long around someone like you.

Eventually, she pulls away slightly, looking up at your face with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. "What do you want from me?"

"Oh look, baby's pee-pee is starting to leak!" she exclaimed, her voice dripping with disgust as she felt warmth against her leg. "You really need to go, don't you?" She chuckled cruelly and pressed a hand against his bottom, feeling the wetness seep through the diaper. "Don't worry," she cooed, rocking him gently, "Mommy will clean you up."

Jessy carefully lifted him off the potty chair and carried him over to her bed, laying him down on top of the freshly made sheets before stripping off his wet diaper. "There we go," she cooed as she tossed it aside, revealing his now soiled bottom once more. "All clean and dry." She proceeded to rediaper him with a different diaper, this one looking bulky and damp in comparison to the first one. "Now," she continued, running her fingers through his hair, "